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

somehow, Serana began to irk her. And in

even hostility towards

Haven Orphanage noticed too, whispering behind their backs, but

refute them.

knew it was

it

in the garden

appeared so harmonious.

later, she found the desecrated lilies, and realized something had

a captivating sight at Angel’s

stems snapped. Such an act was a significant event in

and the investigation

planting, I saw her by the garden,

too, uprooting the seedlings with

frightening, like… like when she looks at Serana,” a third

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

another.

accusations piled up, but Yasmine

after Serana planted, knowing the

them out so

simple gardening concepts and blamed her out of

frustrating and laughable.

by the ruined garden, picking

the children’s naive and ignorant gazes didn’t

concern.

particular feelings about Serana. There’s

didn’t jump to conclusions based on the children’s words,

statement. After all, the lilies thrived mainly because of Yasmine’s

the time being, and the investigation continued quietly, possibly leading

reprimand for the culprit.

who hadn’t visited the scene of the “crime,” seemed indifferent to the whole

appearance in craft class, he

table, as Serana

paper, greeted

the heavy finance books he’d been carrying

grown accustomed to.

books, and out fluttered colorful petals. One book

petals of lilies,

heart felt inexplicably

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

all those

a detached gaze, standing by the table, not

hold a universe of secrets, now veiled with a

seem to care much about them,”

a light chuckle.

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