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

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

hostility towards

Angel’s Haven Orphanage noticed too, whispering behind their backs, but she never bothered

refute them.

knew it was

it start,

it was when the lilies in the garden bloomed

appeared so harmonious.

later, she found

lilies had been a captivating sight at Angel’s Haven

Such

orphanage, and the

Just days after planting, I saw her by the garden, holding

her too, uprooting the seedlings with that

like… like when she

all know that. The lilies were planted

another.

piled up, but Yasmine

after Serana planted, knowing the

thinned them

and blamed her out of ignorance, which she

frustrating and laughable.

knelt by the ruined garden, picking up petals with

but the children’s

concern.

particular feelings about Serana. There’s no motive.

conclusions

After all, the lilies thrived

for the time being, and

reprimand for the culprit.

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

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

as Serana was already working with someone

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

finance books he’d been carrying – a surprising choice for someone his age that

grown accustomed to.

books, and out fluttered

the petals of lilies,

felt

his eyes serene but his lips curved in a

up all

the table, not much

universe of secrets, now veiled with a frosty

care much about

and let out a light chuckle. “And what, pray tell, should I

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