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?

never felt it

And in their routine, she’d find

even hostility

Orphanage noticed too, whispering behind

refute them.

she knew

did it start,

lilies in the garden bloomed exceptionally

appeared so harmonious.

she found the desecrated lilies, and realized something

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

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

orphanage, and the

saw her by the

the seedlings with that trowel,” added

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

know that. The lilies were planted by Serana,

another.

accusations piled up, but Yasmine just

merely added extra seeds after Serana planted, knowing the

them out so the others could

gardening concepts and blamed her out of ignorance,

frustrating and laughable.

just knelt by the ruined garden, picking up

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

concern.

feelings about Serana. There’s

head of the orphanage didn’t jump to conclusions based on the children’s words,

After all, the lilies thrived mainly because of

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

reprimand for the culprit.

scene of the “crime,” seemed

in craft class, he paired up with Yasmine, who had

table, as Serana was already working with

colorful paper, greeted him

books he’d been carrying – a surprising choice for someone his

grown accustomed to.

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

covered in the petals of lilies, pressed flat and still

heart felt

lips curved in a casual

all those flower

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

universe of secrets, now

don’t seem to care much about

light chuckle. “And what, pray tell,

moment. “Indeed, Serana picked them up. She cried over them