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

in

hostility

kids at Angel’s Haven Orphanage noticed too, whispering behind

refute them.

she knew it was

it start,

it was when the lilies in the garden bloomed exceptionally beautiful,

appeared so harmonious.

days later, she found the

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

leaves shredded, and stems snapped. Such an act

and the

by the garden, holding

saw her too, uprooting the

was frightening, like… like

lilies were planted

another.

piled up, but

seeds after Serana planted, knowing the germination rate was low. And when

dense, she thinned them out

gardening concepts and blamed her out of ignorance,

frustrating and laughable.

by the ruined garden, picking up petals

the children’s

concern.

Serana. There’s no motive. It wasn’t me,” she stated

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

statement. After all, the lilies

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

reprimand for the culprit.

who hadn’t visited the scene of the

rare appearance in craft class, he paired up with Yasmine, who had been

a long table, as Serana was already working with

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

finance books he’d been carrying – a surprising choice for

grown accustomed to.

and out fluttered colorful

table covered in the petals of

heart felt inexplicably

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

up all those flower

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

seemed to hold a universe

to care much about them,” he

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

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