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

irk her. And in their routine, she’d find herself unintentionally

hostility towards

Haven Orphanage noticed too, whispering behind their

refute them.

she knew it was

did it

lilies in the garden

appeared so harmonious.

then, a few days later, she found

been a captivating sight at Angel’s Haven Orphanage. Now,

leaves shredded, and stems snapped. Such

orphanage, and the

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

her too, uprooting the seedlings with that trowel,”

like… like

that. The lilies were planted by Serana,

another.

up, but Yasmine

merely added extra seeds after Serana planted, knowing

them out so the others could

gardening concepts and blamed her

frustrating and laughable.

knelt by the ruined garden, picking up petals with

at Yasmine, but the children’s naive and ignorant gazes didn’t

concern.

don’t have any particular feelings about Serana. There’s no motive. It

conclusions based on the children’s words,

all, the lilies

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

reprimand for the culprit.

scene of the

craft class, he paired up with Yasmine, who

as Serana was already

paper, greeted him

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

grown accustomed to.

and out fluttered colorful

in the petals of

felt

but his lips curved in a casual smile. “I recall

up all those flower

the

hold a universe of

care much about them,”

glanced at the petals and let out a light chuckle. “And what, pray tell, should I

moment. “Indeed, Serana picked them up. She cried over them for an entire