The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

In the dimly lit study, the air was thick with tension.

Chloe, fresh from a soak in the tub, was once again drenched in sweat. Caught by a man starved for months, she

knew the outcome would be memorizing.

Whenever she hesitated to compromise, she worried that Damon would strain her physically. The pain of childbirth

had scarred her heart, and the stitches that followed haunted her with every pull and twinge, making it an indelible

memory.

She was, in truth, frightened of that pain. Thus, it had become a no-go zone, both physically and psychologically.

But she couldn’t let her fear stop him forever.

It had indeed been too long.

At first, she was too shy to let him touch her because of her insecurity about her body, but as time dragged on, she

worried that he would only grow more fierce. And so, she had steeled herself for this encounter.d2

Thankfully, the anticipated pain never came.

Damon was relentless. Cradled in his arms, utterly spent, Chloe’s voice was a mere whisper, fragmented almost

beyond coherence, “Enough… it’s… time for… dinner.”

Damon, seemingly deaf to her plea, scooped her up and carried her back to the desk, where he pressed the

intercom button.

The phone was quickly answered.

“Hello.”

“Dinner is postponed by thirty minutes.”

“Alright.”

The maid hesitated before complying, then swiftly relayed the message to the kitchen.

Chloe cursed inwardly, regretting letting his desire build for so long. “The babies will probably start fussing soon.”

“There are plenty of people to tend to them.”

“But…”

“No excuses, you’re mine right now.”

He’d stressed this point many times, and she never took him seriously. Today was a lesson in action.

Resigned to her fate, Chloe clung to Damon’s shoulders, pressing her body against his, murmuring softly, “Be

gentle.”

tightened at her

in his expression, she instantly regretted her plea. “Don’t go too

His response was terse, his

This

—

was a hive

eager to attend

was initially hesitant, fearing too many guests would lead to chaos, but once Damon said

she gave her

worrier, wanted the twins’ celebration to be grand and had spent days

the children’s care fell mostly on Yasmine and

…

with two bottles of formula to feed the

cooled, but the sunlight was warm. Chloe placed the babies by the window,

gentle rays.

the months of caring for the twins, no longer the icy figure she once

get involved in the

remained unfazed. “He’s their great-grandfather. If he insists on

a dribble of milk from her grand-daughter’s mouth. “He probably won’t

it through for him, and he really doesn’t have much

Sun found a comfortable position, hugging his bottle

one hand, gazed out the window before turning back

can’t think

hospital stay, she’d heard about Presley’s frequent visits to see the children. But until her

holding them. He could only look on from a distance, getting close

only to be

great-grandfather’s reputation was terrible in Chloe’s mind, but on this

spoken on his

least make a

Chloe

his personality, he wouldn’t accept such courtesy. In his eyes, attending

and an invitation

then don’t insult him. On the day, Alyssa will probably know how to ‘insult’

you.”

had wondered why her mother had brought up such a

have to do with her,

he would come of his own accord,

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

her Little Sun still too small to hold it, and

support it.

her gaze returned

is over,

smile faded as she faced Chloe, her expression growing displeased. “What, you’re tired of me staying

your place?”

not

Yasmine glared at her.

that’s not enough, I’ll get

“Fine, kick me out if I’m in

“Don’t provoke me.”

to be close

into a gentle smile, “You’ve been baby-watching for a hundred days.

does life give you? You sure you don’t want to tend