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

And in their routine, she’d find herself unintentionally showing

even hostility towards

noticed too, whispering behind their backs, but she never

refute them.

she knew it was

did it start,

was when the lilies in the garden bloomed exceptionally

appeared so harmonious.

found the desecrated lilies,

captivating sight at Angel’s Haven

stems snapped. Such an act was

and the

her by the

the

the garden was frightening, like… like when

all know that. The lilies

another.

up, but Yasmine

added extra seeds after Serana planted, knowing the germination rate

thinned them out so the others could

and blamed her out of ignorance,

frustrating and laughable.

knelt by the ruined garden, picking up petals with tears streaming

but the children’s naive and ignorant gazes

concern.

particular feelings about Serana. There’s no motive.

conclusions based on the children’s

statement. After all, the lilies thrived mainly because

and the investigation continued

reprimand for the culprit.

the scene of the “crime,” seemed

craft class, he paired up with Yasmine,

table, as Serana was already working with

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

carrying – a surprising choice for someone his age

grown accustomed to.

fluttered colorful petals. One book after another, until Yasmine

the petals of lilies, pressed flat and still

heart felt

his lips curved

all

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

hold a universe of secrets, now veiled with a frosty

don’t seem to care much about them,”

light chuckle. “And what, pray tell, should I feel

picked them up. She cried over them for an entire