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

Serana began to irk her. And in their routine,

even hostility towards

kids at Angel’s Haven Orphanage noticed too,

refute them.

knew

did it

the lilies in the garden bloomed exceptionally

appeared so harmonious.

few days later, she found the desecrated lilies, and realized

garden’s vibrant lilies had been a captivating sight

stems snapped. Such an act was

orphanage, and the investigation

her by the garden, holding a

saw her too, uprooting the seedlings with that trowel,” added

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

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

another.

piled up, but Yasmine just

added extra seeds after Serana planted, knowing

them out so the others could

gardening concepts and blamed her

frustrating and laughable.

said nothing, just knelt by the ruined garden, picking up petals

drew even more displeasure at Yasmine, but the children’s naive and ignorant gazes didn’t

concern.

Serana. There’s no motive. It

to conclusions

all, the lilies

being, and the investigation continued quietly, possibly leading to a

reprimand for the culprit.

the scene of the “crime,” seemed indifferent to

a rare appearance in craft class,

Serana was already

playing with colorful paper, greeted him casually. “Rare sight,” she

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

grown accustomed to.

fluttered colorful petals. One book after another, until

petals of lilies,

felt inexplicably

serene but his lips curved in a casual smile. “I recall Serana was the one

all those

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

a universe of secrets, now veiled

to care

petals and let out a light chuckle. “And

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