The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

A marriage built on schemes and calculation was never his cup of tea. The only reason they were still together was

her reluctance to let go. Their peaceable coexistence hung on every sexual encounter they shared.

After all, he was a man with needs. And she was willing to give, to indulge without burden for those fleeting

moments of joy.

Their so-called “happy” marriage was rooted in “harmonious” encounters. To the outside world, they seemed to be

the perfect couple, but it was all an illusion.

Even Damon and Chloe sensed something off about their union, yet it somehow trudged on.

How could it be?

Ronald was spot-on. She only sought out Nathan to cement her standing in the company. Having the second son of

the Harpers to back her up, no one dared to cross her.d2

Though her shares didn’t measure up to her uncle’s, she remained unscathed in the corporate world. Nathan was

biding his time for a divorce, and she hungered for more shares. If Ronald offered his shares to her, then there was

no need to keep Nathan dangling.

As for continuing with Ronald? Her lips, pressed tightly together, lost their color under the pressure of her teeth.

Divorcing Nathan. Could Anya handle it?

Anya adored Nathan. If they split for good, she’d have to cut ties completely.

Ronald was right. The longer she waited, the more Anya would suffer. If Nathan got wind of anything, or decided to

dig deeper, she risked losing Anya too.

No, she couldn’t afford to lose Anya.

Yet something unformed within her swayed her decisions.

Nathan hadn’t slept well, but a two-hour nap did wonders for his spirits. He was so hungry he felt like he could eat a

horse.

Descending the stairs, there was Anya, gyrating in the living room, her small arms flailing to some

incomprehensible dance on TV.

Nathan cast a disdainful glance her way and let out a dismissive “tch.”

Anya, hearing him, scurried over, “Nathan, you’re up?”

eyebrow, ruffling his hair as he headed for the kitchen. When he didn’t see Yulia in the living

“Where’s

then corrected, “Nathan, Yulipop is my big

getting hitched someday.”

down at Anya, “You looking for trouble,

Anya pouted, “What’s wrong?”

couldn’t be bothered to argue with a toddler. Waving

mom, your

him, clutching his pants, following

Nathan rifled through the fridge for food, Anya piped up, “Mister

him.”

paused mid-search, and he turned

innocently, “With Mister

Nathan’s face darkened.

added, “I asked Mister Ronald if he likes Yulipop, and he said he

Nathan fell silent.

him, he can only like Yulipop a little bit because she has

it was slightly

she went out with

“When did they leave?”

head, “Dunno, Yulipop skipped lunch

left? It was past two now, so she’d

lunch, so they were probably lunching

him as he slammed the fridge door

flinched beside him, looking

she had an exit

devour a cow vanished in a

couch in the

his coat to leave, Anya hopped off the sofa, “Nathan, aren’t

going?”

to eat. Stay

from the balcony, with a pair of pink shoes

Mr. Nathan, I saved you some

“Don’t bother.”

Nathan yanked the door open, inadvertently pulling Yulia, who was on the other side,

seconds, it was Yulia

Nathan scoffed, “I’m busy.”

her lips together, “Then we’ll talk

man while leaving Anya home alone? Had a good

“When did

smile didn’t reach his eyes, which were frosty as

realized something and went

pushed past her and stormed out of the

the door, nearly tumbling down. She was left alone, watching the door slam shut

herself against the wall just in time to avoid an embarrassing

a second, and Anya watched him go with a

closed the door, and reached for Anya’s hand with a gentle tug. “Have you had lunch

nodded. “Yeah,

but reassuring. “He’s a grown man, and he won’t let himself starve. Trust