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

“Where’s

then corrected, “Nathan, Yulipop is my big sister. Don’t get it twisted, or

getting hitched someday.”

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

Anya pouted, “What’s wrong?”

to argue with a toddler. Waving

your mom, your sister. Where’d

clutching his pants, following

for food, Anya piped up, “Mister Ronald swung by today, and

him.”

hand paused mid-search, and he turned to Anya, “She went out

blinked innocently,

Nathan’s face darkened.

cheerily added, “I asked Mister Ronald if

Nathan fell silent.

can only like Yulipop a little

it was slightly better than moments

she went

“When did they leave?”

her head, “Dunno, Yulipop skipped lunch and took

and left? It was past two now, so she’d been

they were probably

cold laugh escaped him as he

him, looking up worriedly, “Nathan,

was ice cold. So, she had an exit strategy

cow vanished in a puff. Scooping up Anya, he set her down

couch in the living

off the sofa, “Nathan, aren’t you

going?”

to eat. Stay

a pair of

Nathan, I

“Don’t bother.”

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

few seconds, it was Yulia who

Nathan scoffed, “I’m busy.”

together, “Then

with another man while leaving Anya home alone? Had a good

frowned, “When did I

reach his eyes, which were frosty as he stared her down.

something and went silent. Her silence was

He pushed past her and stormed out of the

tumbling down. She was left

herself against the wall just in time to

and Anya watched him go with

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

nodded. “Yeah, but

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