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

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

even hostility

Angel’s Haven Orphanage noticed too, whispering

refute them.

she knew it was

it

the garden bloomed exceptionally beautiful, and the two

appeared so harmonious.

a few days later, she found the desecrated lilies, and realized something

a captivating sight at Angel’s Haven

and stems snapped. Such an

and the investigation

days after planting, I saw her by the

uprooting the seedlings with that

her gaze towards the garden was frightening, like… like when she looks at Serana,” a third chimed

all know that. The lilies

another.

accusations piled up, but Yasmine

merely added extra seeds after Serana planted, knowing the germination rate

too dense, she thinned them out so

blamed

frustrating and laughable.

just knelt by the ruined garden, picking

even more displeasure at Yasmine, but the children’s naive

concern.

There’s no motive. It wasn’t

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

lilies thrived mainly because of

time being, and

reprimand for the culprit.

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

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

a long table, as Serana was already

playing with colorful paper, greeted him

carrying – a surprising

grown accustomed to.

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

petals of lilies, pressed flat and

heart felt inexplicably

lips curved in a

up all those flower

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

those eyes seemed to hold a universe

seem to care much about

at the petals and let out a light chuckle.

long moment. “Indeed, Serana picked them