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

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

hostility towards

at Angel’s Haven Orphanage noticed too, whispering behind their backs,

refute them.

she knew it

it

the lilies in the garden bloomed exceptionally beautiful, and the two silhouettes

appeared so harmonious.

a few days later, she found the desecrated lilies,

sight at Angel’s Haven Orphanage. Now, they were mostly

leaves shredded, and stems snapped. Such an act was a significant event in the

and the

Yasmine. Just days after planting, I saw her by the garden, holding a trowel and looking

uprooting the seedlings with

like… like when she looks at Serana,” a

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

another.

up, but Yasmine

extra seeds after Serana planted,

too dense, she thinned them out

and blamed her out of ignorance, which she

frustrating and laughable.

the ruined garden, picking up petals with tears streaming down her face.

more displeasure at Yasmine, but the children’s naive

concern.

feelings about Serana. There’s no

to conclusions based

lilies thrived mainly because of

and the investigation continued

reprimand for the culprit.

scene of the “crime,” seemed indifferent to the

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

table, as Serana was already working with someone

greeted

down the heavy finance books he’d been carrying

grown accustomed to.

the books, and out fluttered colorful petals. One book after

of lilies, pressed flat

heart felt

curved in a casual smile. “I

up all those

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

eyes seemed to hold a universe of

don’t seem to care

a light chuckle. “And

a long moment. “Indeed, Serana picked them