The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

A jumble of thoughts raced through Yasmine’s mind. She had only just seen Serana, and now Boyd

was rushing to the hospital. Even though she kept saying how much Boyd treasured Serana, every

time she encountered such facts, she felt quite unhappy.

Saying she was unhappy was an understatement – Yasmine had to admit she cared more than she let

on. Reality always hit harder than mere words.

“Yasmine, is there something wrong?” the voice on the other end of the line asked.

Yasmine’s desire to speak dwindled, realizing that seeking out Boyd now seemed like a mistake. But at

this moment, she didn’t have time to dwell on these matters.

In such a dire situation, life took precedence over pettiness, and she knew it.

“Where’s Boyd?” she pressed.

“Well, he just stepped out to talk to the doctor, probably to check on my condition. If you need anything,

I can relay the message.”

Have her relay the message? Yasmine would rather drop dead than endure such torment.

“There’s something important I have to discuss with him personally. Give him the phone.”

“But he’s not in the room right now.”

“Are you crippled or something?!” Yasmine’s patience had worn thin. She didn’t want to die like this

after living so proudly all these years.

Serana, unaccustomed to Yasmine’s fury, paused in shock.

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original content on drama.com. Just then, the door swung open, revealing the tip of a pair of

shoes. Serana instinctively hung up.

Boyd’s assistant entered, looking concerned. “Ms. Serana, is there an issue?”

Hiding her phone beneath the covers, Serana feigned nonchalance. “No, what’s up?”

The assistant glanced around the room, puzzled. “I thought I heard you talking.”

“Oh, I was just on a call.”

Without further suspicion, the assistant nodded and left.

Serana retrieved the phone, contemplating the call log from Yasmine. Her finger hovered over the

delete option.

She knew that if Boyd received a call from Yasmine now, he would rush to her side. Despite Yasmine’s

insistence on keeping her distance, seeing each other could mean… they might break up or continue

their relationship, because Boyd wasn’t one to give up easily.

If they stayed together, Serana wouldn’t stand a chance with Boyd, and Yasmine certainly wouldn’t

allow Serana to linger in Boyd’s life. If they parted ways, all the problems would disappear.

Perhaps she had been wrong all along, thinking that ensuring Boyd’s happiness was enough. Now, it

seemed clear that Yasmine wouldn’t bring him joy.

If Boyd didn’t go to see her this time, considering Yasmine’s temperament, she probably wouldn’t give

Boyd any more chances, right?

Breaking them up was the simplest solution. Why bother making things so complicated?

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Yasmine stared at the disconnected call, unfazed. There was no extra expression on her face.

Serana’s action was entirely unsurprising to her.

Her car was parked near the town’s grocery store, and with Boyd unreachable, she had to find

someone else.

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When Boyd returned, his assistant was at the end of the hall on the phone. Inside the room, Serana

was standing up, gripping a cup of water.

Boyd slipped on his jacket, pocketed his phone, and said sternly, “You should be resting in bed, not

wandering around.”

Serana watched as he stashed the phone in his pocket, her hand clenching the cup tightly, her face

tensing.

“Get back to bed,” Boyd said, glancing at her before turning to leave.

“Boyd, wait!”

Serana’s call halted him.

“What is it now?” Boyd asked, frowning slightly.

Serana hesitated. “I just wanted to know what the doctor said.”

“There’s no issue if you decide not to keep the baby, considering your current condition.”

Serana bit her lip. “Boyd, am I really not able to keep this baby?”

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Boyd’s brow furrowed.

Taking a few steps closer, Serana pressed, “Are you worried about being tied to me, or is it really about

my health?”

He turned to her, his expression cool and distant. “Serana.”

“Never mind, forget I asked. I won’t abort this baby. I’ll rest and keep my condition from worsening. And

when it’s time to give birth, I don’t think there will be any complications. If you’re not with me, I’ll have

my baby. My only family, the only one who won’t abandon me.”

Boyd glanced at her belly. “It won’t be the only one. As long as you’re alive and well, anything’s

possible.”

“Including you loving me?”

His expression darkened. “Serana…”

“Mr. Boyd!” The door burst open as the assistant entered, phone in hand, disrupting the tense

atmosphere.

Boyd disliked to see his assistant lose composure. “What’s the matter?” he demanded.

“I got a call from Ms. Yasmine. Something’s happened.” The assistant hasted to say. He didn’t notice

the way Serana was flustered

Boyd’s expression turned grave. “What happened?”

“She couldn’t say much, just that she’s at West Valley Cemetery and couldn’t reach you. She asked me

to inform you…”

Before he could finish, Serana’s glass shattered on the floor.

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Boyd checked his phone, and there were no recent calls from Yasmine. As her assistant’s eyes swept

over Serana’s ashen and distraught face, understanding flickered in his gaze.

“Mr. Boyd, Ms. Yasmine said she called the cops. She might be in real danger now.”

But before the assistant could finish, Boyd had already gripped his cell phone tightly and hurried out of

the room with long strides.

“Bo… Boyd! Wait.” Serana knew Boyd must have caught wind of something serious. She tried to follow,

to offer some explanation.

However, the assistant blocked her path, “Ms. Serana, now is not the time for explanations.”

Serana stood frozen as Boyd’s figure disappeared through the doorway, “I…”

“Better you rest up, miss. He can’t be bothered with you right now.”

After speaking, the assistant turned and hurried out of the hospital room, deciding to bring the two

bodyguards from the doorway with him.

Serana’s face was a ghostly pale, her entire body shaking, her legs trembling noticeably.

Had something happened to Yasmine? And she had called the police?

Serana had just intercepted Boyd’s call and even deleted the call log, stopping Boyd from meeting

Yasmine.

If… if something were to happen to her…

Serana’s legs gave out, and she slowly sank to the floor. If something had happened to Yasmine, she

thought, Boyd would hate her forever.

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West Valley Cemetery…

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“Mr. Boyd, a few years back, Johnson moved his family’s graves to West Valley Cemetery through

some relatives.”

The assistant caught up with Boyd, voicing his own suspicions and concerns, only to be met with

Boyd’s dark, intimidating expression, which sent a chill down his spine. It was a look of cold fury the

assistant had never seen in all the years he’d worked for Boyd. Whatever he could think of, Boyd had

surely considered already.

As they stepped into the elevator, the assistant’s phone rang again.

Seeing it was Yasmine’s call, he nearly dropped the phone in his nervous haste. Yasmine had hung up

abruptly earlier. Fearing Johnson would find out, he hadn’t dared call back.

Now, a sudden call back at this time, with a bit of thought, one could guess that Johnson had

discovered Yasmine’s attempt to seek help.

But in such a situation, with his level of courage, shouldn’t his first reaction be to flee?

Boyd snatched the phone from his hand. “Hello?”

“You’re this woman’s boyfriend?”

Boyd’s eyes narrowed, his voice chilling. “You’ve got the wrong person.”

Johnson’s hand trembled as he held the phone, a nervous laugh escaping him despite his anxiety. “It’s

not like she was my initial target. But to say I’ve got the wrong person is a stretch.”

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The elevator opened, and Boyd strode toward the parking lot. As he heard Johnson’s words, his grip on

the phone tightened.

The criminal continued, “I always thought there was something about this woman’s eyes. Just now, it

clicked. She’s not that innocent in this. If it weren’t for her, I would have avenged my son long ago. St

such a young age, she’s got a lot of tricks up her sleeve, foiling my revenge and landing me in jail for

years. I won’t let go of the woman who took my son’s heart, and the woman who got me locked up

deserves death even more.”

Yasmine’s neck bore a clear mark of strangulation. Hearing Johnson’s words, she closed her eyes in

despair. It was just as she had thought. Compared to Serana, he probably hated her even more.

Boyd stood in front of his car, his voice dropping to an unbelievably cold level. “What do you want?”

Johnson glanced at Yasmine excitedly, “Bring me that girl. I don’t exactly what this woman here means

to you, but since she’s in danger and called you first, your relationship must be special. After all, my

goal is to avenge my son, just getting Serana will do. How about her in exchange for the woman I’ve

got?”

Although Yasmine knew this was Johnson threatening Boyd, she didn’t expect Serana to come over

and get off scot-free. Still she was curious about Boyd’s reaction.

Silence filled the car, a place where the sounds of the phone call should have been audible, but there

was nothing.

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Was he conflicted? Hesitating? Between her and Serana, who would he choose?

She almost wanted to laugh. He’d said she and Serana were not the same, not on the same scale. She

had told him before that it was not the case.

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Now, Johnson was proving it with facts. She and Serana, they were on opposite ends of the scale,

waiting for him to make a choice.

Without a response from Boyd, Johnson grew restless and impatient. “Better decide what you’re going

to do, if I don’t see Serana in two hours, you’ll be picking up this woman’s body.”

The assistant stood by, waiting for Boyd’s orders on what preparations to make, occasionally hearing

Johnson’s low, crazed voice on the phone. “Mr. Boyd, Johnson wants Miss Serana? Should we…”

Boyd pocketed the phone, opening the car door. “She can’t go.”

The assistant paused, “But Ms. Yasmine.”

“Serana’s condition doesn’t allow her to take this risk.”

The assistant realized immediately. Of course. Not to mention Serana’s heart condition, she was also

pregnant.

“Coordinate with the cops, I’m heading over now.”

“Alright.”

Boyd’s car sped away.

The sun finally set, and Yasmine was dragged by Johnson up a flight of a hundred steps.

Johnson didn’t even know where his wife and child were buried exactly, holding a slip of paper with a

plot number on it. After winding their way through, they finally found the spot.

Tucked in the far corner, behind a row of pine trees, the grave was shaded for most of the day.

Considering his family’s situation, securing two plots here was a stroke of luck.Books Chapters Are

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Johnson placed a bouquet of roses on his wife’s tombstone, staring at the photo engraved there, his

hand rubbing his eyes.

“I’m sorry…” He knelt on the ground, his voice breaking with sobs.

Yasmine watched from a distance, feeling a pang of sympathy for their plight, but it was unrelated to

her.

She glanced at the adjacent tombstone, lost in thought.

Yasmine caught a glimpse of the Johnsons’ son in a faded photograph, a boy of maybe seven or eight,

with bushy eyebrows, bright eyes, and a cherubic, slightly shy smile.

He must have been such a good kid, but fate can be cruel.

Standing by the graveside, Johnson emptied a large bag of snacks onto the cold stone. His voice

wavered as he introduced each treat to the son who could no longer taste them. He even mentioned

cotton candy and jelly beans, the kid’s favorites.

They were all the rage a decade ago, yet these were the only two kinds he really talked about. The boy

hadn’t had much of a chance to enjoy treats in his short life.

Johnson spoke to his son as if he were right there, as if a lifetime of words were spilling out.

Yasmine pressed her lips together, a sudden, unexplainable sourness welling up in her heart.

Looking down at her still-flat belly, she thought of her own child-to-be. Her baby wouldn’t face a fate like

Johnson’s boy. She was determined to give her child everything – everything others had, and even

what they didn’t. Happiness, health, and a life free from regrets. She wouldn’t leave her child with any

sense of longing, nor would she allow herself to live with regret.

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After all, regret was something in this world that not even death can mend.

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