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?”

hair as he headed for the kitchen. When he didn’t see Yulia

asked, “Where’s your

big sister. Don’t get it twisted, or she’ll have

getting hitched someday.”

froze, turned, and looked down at Anya, “You looking for

Anya pouted, “What’s wrong?”

with a toddler. Waving her off, he continued toward the

your mom, your sister. Where’d she go

his pants, following him to

the fridge for food, Anya piped up, “Mister Ronald

him.”

he turned to Anya, “She

innocently, “With Mister

Nathan’s face darkened.

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

Nathan fell silent.

only like Yulipop a

mood soured, but it was slightly

went

“When did they leave?”

“Dunno, Yulipop skipped

left? It was past two now, so she’d been out with Ronald for hours? And they hadn’t

lunch, so they were probably lunching

laugh escaped him as he slammed

flinched beside him, looking up

ice cold. So, she had an exit

that had him ready to devour a cow vanished in a puff. Scooping up Anya, he set her

couch in the living

to leave, Anya hopped off the sofa,

going?”

eat.

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

Mr. Nathan, I saved you some

“Don’t bother.”

pulling

seconds, it was

Nathan scoffed, “I’m busy.”

pressed her lips together, “Then we’ll talk when you’re

Anya home

frowned, “When did

smile didn’t reach his eyes, which were frosty as he stared her down.

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

rage. He pushed past

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

wall just in

for a second, and Anya watched him go with a worried

up, closed the door, and reached for Anya’s hand with a gentle tug.

nodded. “Yeah, but Nathan

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