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

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

hostility towards

other kids at Angel’s Haven Orphanage noticed too, whispering behind their backs, but she

refute them.

knew it

it start,

in the garden bloomed exceptionally beautiful,

appeared so harmonious.

then, a few days later, she found the desecrated

captivating sight at Angel’s

leaves shredded, and stems snapped. Such an act

orphanage, and

I saw her by the garden, holding a trowel

her too, uprooting the

towards the garden was frightening, like… like when she looks at Serana,”

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

another.

up,

planted, knowing the germination rate was low. And

them out so the

concepts and blamed

frustrating and laughable.

said nothing, just knelt by the ruined garden, picking up petals with tears streaming down her face.

the children’s naive and ignorant gazes didn’t

concern.

have any particular feelings about Serana. There’s no

the orphanage didn’t jump to conclusions

lilies thrived

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

reprimand for the culprit.

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

during a rare appearance in craft class, he paired

table, as Serana was already working with someone

colorful paper, greeted him casually.

carrying – a surprising

grown accustomed to.

fluttered

covered in the petals of lilies, pressed flat

heart felt inexplicably

curved in a casual smile. “I recall Serana

up all

by the table,

those eyes seemed to hold a universe of secrets, now veiled with a

care

light chuckle. “And what, pray tell,

at her for a long moment. “Indeed, Serana picked them up.