The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Though they had seen much of life’s harsh realities, the children at the local orphanage couldn’t fathom the depths

of darkness that might dwell in the heart of a seven-year-old girl who had just lost her parents.

Serana kept to herself, a solitary figure in the corner, quiet and well-behaved in class, and equally so during recess,

watching the others play with an expressionless demeanor, like a still pond devoid of life.

Perhaps they sensed a kindred spirit in her, or maybe it was pity, or a thick slather of curiosity, but from that point

on, Boyd had someone else woven into the tapestry of his childhood.

From then until now, Serana had become a thread running through the narrative of his life.

In their daily interactions, Serana was the picture of innocence, speaking in gentle whispers, looking at people with

sincerity and care. Even as the years passed and she grew, she never changed – tender and fragile, yet brave and

stubborn.

Outwardly, she seemed as delicate as a glass figurine, always needing protection, yet she fiercely tried to prove her

strength, insisting she didn’t need anyone’s care and could even protect others.d2

Such a girl was irresistibly endearing – tender and attentive, pure and kind, brave, stubborn, and resilient.

Like her long, dark hair, the number of people drawn to her grew day by day. And it was true what they said – girls

should have long hair.

Yasmine was beautiful but frosty by nature. Others kept their distance. From start to finish, Boyd was her only

constant, and she never felt lonely. At least, not until she suddenly realized what loneliness was and found that

certain things had become inevitable.

Boyd’s time was no longer solely dedicated to her as he began to learn deeper subjects beyond the basic

curriculum.

Companion? She had never considered Boyd’s presence as companionship before.

But when did it start? It wasn’t when Boyd’s time began to scatter, leaving more for Serana.

Was it from the moments they shared meals together, or those occasional breaks when they sat beside the flower

beds?

Or when they planted a lily bulb together, one digging a hole, the other tenderly placing the bulb inside?

felt it

And in their routine,

even hostility

too, whispering behind their

refute them.

knew it

did it start,

when the lilies in the garden bloomed

appeared so harmonious.

found the

a captivating sight at Angel’s

and stems snapped. Such an

and the

was Yasmine. Just days after planting, I saw her by the garden, holding a trowel and looking pensive,”

saw her too, uprooting the seedlings with that

gaze towards the garden was frightening, like… like when

We all know that. The lilies were planted by

another.

piled up, but Yasmine

Serana planted, knowing the germination rate

dense, she thinned them out

gardening concepts and blamed her out of

frustrating and laughable.

knelt by the ruined garden, picking up petals with

displeasure at Yasmine, but the children’s naive and ignorant

concern.

have any particular feelings about Serana. There’s no motive. It wasn’t me,” she

conclusions based on

lilies thrived

matter was dropped for the time being, and the investigation continued quietly, possibly

reprimand for the culprit.

the scene of the “crime,” seemed indifferent to the whole

following afternoon, during a rare appearance in craft class, he

Serana was already

with colorful paper, greeted

set down the heavy finance books he’d been carrying – a

grown accustomed to.

out fluttered colorful petals. One book after another, until Yasmine

the petals of lilies,

heart felt inexplicably

lips curved in

up all

her with a detached gaze, standing by the table, not much taller than the

seemed to hold a universe of secrets,

seem to care much about

light chuckle. “And what, pray tell,

her for a long moment. “Indeed, Serana picked them up.