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?”

an eyebrow, ruffling his hair as he headed for the

asked, “Where’s your

“Nathan, Yulipop is my big sister. Don’t

getting hitched someday.”

froze, turned, and looked down at

Anya pouted, “What’s wrong?”

toddler. Waving her off, he continued toward

Not your mom, your sister. Where’d she go

toddled after him, clutching his pants, following

piped up, “Mister Ronald swung by today, and

him.”

and he turned to Anya, “She went out with

innocently, “With Mister

Nathan’s face darkened.

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

Nathan fell silent.

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

mood soured, but it was slightly better than

she went out

“When did they leave?”

her head, “Dunno, Yulipop skipped lunch and took

so she’d been out with Ronald for hours?

before lunch, so they were probably

escaped him as

flinched beside him, looking up worriedly, “Nathan, what’s

ice cold. So, she had

that had him ready to devour a cow vanished in a puff.

in the

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

going?”

eat. Stay

emerged from the balcony, with a pair of pink shoes in

Mr. Nathan, I saved

“Don’t bother.”

yanked the door open, inadvertently pulling Yulia, who

seconds, it was Yulia who spoke

Nathan scoffed, “I’m busy.”

together, “Then we’ll talk when you’re

man while leaving Anya

did

didn’t reach his eyes, which were frosty as he stared

mouth to respond, then realized something and went silent. Her silence

his rage. He pushed past

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

herself against the wall just in

Anya watched him go with

door, and reached for Anya’s hand with a

nodded. “Yeah, but Nathan

smile was thin but reassuring. “He’s a grown man, and he won’t let himself