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?

never felt it

somehow, Serana began to irk her. And in their routine, she’d find herself unintentionally showing

even hostility towards

kids at Angel’s Haven Orphanage noticed too, whispering

refute them.

she knew it was

did it

the garden bloomed exceptionally beautiful, and the two silhouettes

appeared so harmonious.

later, she found the desecrated lilies,

captivating sight at Angel’s Haven Orphanage. Now,

scattered, leaves shredded, and stems snapped. Such an act was a significant

orphanage, and

saw her by the garden, holding a trowel and looking pensive,” said

uprooting the seedlings with that trowel,” added

gaze towards the garden was frightening, like… like when she looks at

Serana. We all know that. The lilies were planted by Serana, so

another.

up, but Yasmine just

planted, knowing the germination

dense, she thinned them out so the

and blamed her out of ignorance, which she found

frustrating and laughable.

picking up petals with

displeasure at Yasmine, but the children’s naive and

concern.

particular feelings about Serana. There’s

jump to conclusions based on

all, the lilies thrived mainly

time being, and the investigation continued

reprimand for the culprit.

the “crime,” seemed indifferent to the

following afternoon, during a rare appearance in craft class, he paired up with

a long table, as Serana was

colorful paper, greeted

finance books he’d been carrying – a surprising choice

grown accustomed to.

and out fluttered colorful

in the petals of lilies, pressed flat and

heart felt

up at him, his eyes serene but his lips curved in

up all those flower

detached gaze, standing by the

hold a universe

care

light chuckle. “And what, pray tell, should I feel

stared at her for a long moment. “Indeed, Serana picked them up. She cried