The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Man, this was freaking awesome. After playing second fiddle to Damon for more than two decades, it felt like

Nathan had finally got his moment in the sun, thanks to his little girl.

Yulia never expected him to be so over the moon about this of all things. She wasn’t sure how to feel about this.

Shouldn’t he be more thrilled about suddenly having a daughter? Well, he was just a big goofball for being so

chuffed about edging out his big brother.

Damon’s brow furrowed slightly, his expression cooling off.

Chloe paused for a moment, then, realizing what was going on, pressed a finger to her lips to hide her smile.b2

That Nathan, what a character. Life with him must be full of laughter. He was like a big kid, really. His way of

thinking was totally off the beaten track.

Nathan was still basking in his own glory, looking all smug. Even Yulia, standing beside him, felt the urge to throttle

him. Some people just didn’t get slapped enough growing up.

Little Anya could sense Damon’s mood was off and carefully slid off his lap. She was smart as a whip. She had got

her dad’s knack for reading a room, except she was a thousand times better at it.

Damon glanced at her briefly, then subtly looked away.

Anya ran to the foot of the stairs, craning her neck to look up at Yulia and Nathan. “Nathan, Nathan, do you have a

daughter?”

Watching Anya’s innocent face, Nathan felt his heart swell with affection. “Yep!”

Anya’s little mouth puckered, and her brows furrowed slightly, her big eyes filled with sadness. “Where is she

then…”

Nathan walked down the stairs and scooped Anya up in his arms. “Come here, sweetheart, say ‘Papa.'”

Yulia immediately covered her face with her hand. Who was going to deal with this troublemaker?

Anya was totally confused by Nathan. “What’s a Papa?”

Nathan laughed, “Papa is another word for ‘Dad.’ Now, say ‘Dad.'”

Anya’s eyes flickered nervously, unsure of what to do, and she looked to Yulia for guidance. Those eyes were filled

with anxiety, questioning, and hope.

Yulia’s heart was a mix of tenderness and guilt. She knew that from the very first moment Anya laid eyes on

Nathan, she felt an inexplicable closeness.

The fact that Anya called Nathan ‘Dad’ at first sight nearly scared Yulia to death. She knew, it was an innate bond.

Throughout their time together, she could feel that both Nathan and Anya were being pulled by this connection.

Anya liked Nathan. In her heart, Nathan had long been her “buddy,” her closest person.

The one she considered her closest person, in her understanding, was the ‘Dad’ role she had never met but had

always longed for. And clearly, Nathan had already filled that role.

Anya thought that she wasn’t his daughter. Still, Yulia kept it a secret. Indeed, no woman could be more heartless

than her.

Yulia managed a small smile and nodded gently, “Go on, Anya, call him ‘Dad.'”

Anya’s eyes sparkled with surprise, and she turned her gaze back to Nathan. After staring at him for a while, her

little mouth quivered, and a cry trembled in her voice. “Is Nathan really my Dad?”

Nathan was taken aback by Anya’s sudden tearful look and felt a twinge of unease. “Don’t you like me being your

Dad?”

Anya cupped Nathan’s face, tears brimming in her eyes, “Is Nathan my real Dad?”

Anya’s simple question made everyone realize what she was asking. She wanted Nathan to be her real Dad, not just

someone she had to call ‘Dad’ halfway through her life.

Nathan’s heart clenched painfully as Anya looked at him with those big, tear-filled eyes. Nodding repeatedly, he

kissed her cheek. “Yeah, I am your real Dad.”

Anya’s little hands, still cupping his face, tightened slightly.

“Really?”

“Yeah, Anya. You’re Yulipop’s and my precious daughter. Yulipop is Mommy, I am Daddy, and Anya is our little girl.”

Anya sniffled, resting her forehead against Nathan’s, “So Nathan is really my Daddy.”

“That’s right!” Nathan gently rubbed Anya’s head.

Anya sniffled again, wrapping her arms tightly around Nathan’s neck, burying her head in his shoulder.

“Daddy.”

“Whoa, damn.”

Nathan’s nose tingled, and he almost cried out. Damn it all! It was all Yulia’s fault for not telling him sooner.

Yulia, who was already moved to tears, suddenly snapped back to reality at Nathan’s outburst. “What did you just

say?”

She couldn’t help but punch him lightly on the back. He always knew how to spoil the moment.

Anya seemed used to Nathan’s silliness. She was completely lost in the happiness of having just found her Daddy.

“Daddy.”

“Hey, my good girl.” Nathan responded without missing a beat this time.

“Daddy.” Anya said again, straightening up and looking at him, “I think ‘Nathan’ sounds better.”

“What… what’d you say?!” Nathan replied reflexively, then frowned as he realized what she meant.

Anya answered obediently, “I think ‘Nathan’ sounds better. Can I still call you Nathan?”

Nathan’s face darkened, “No. You have to call me ‘Dad’ from now on.”

Anya pouted, “But ‘Nathan’ sounds nicer than ‘Dad.'”

“Nope, no way. It’s ‘Dad’ or nothing.”

Anya huffed, “Nathan’s mean.”

“Say ‘Dad’.”

“Nathan.”

“Hey, you little rascal. I’ve just become a father, haven’t even had a chance to enjoy the feeling, and you’re already

wanting to switch back?!”

Yulia couldn’t help but snort with a mix of irritation and amusement. What was that guy even rambling about?

Damon watched the guy’s flustered antics with a smirk, clearly taking some guilty pleasure in the scene.

Bragging about being a daddy? Big deal. It was not like the guy’s kid was saying ‘daddy’ yet. What was there to be

proud of?

Chloe caught Damon’s subtle, schadenfreude-laced expression. She had thought Nathan’s view of Anya as

evidence to finally surpass Damon was immature, and Damon wouldn’t be much affected, maybe just enough to

put Nathan in his place physically.

Turned out, she was wrong. Damon seemed to really care about this petty issue.

After all, Nathan was his flesh and blood brother. When it came to understanding each other, they did have a bond.

She had overlooked the depth of their brotherly ties. But man, these two were truly childish.

Though she hadn’t been out much lately, and Damon had been a fortress, blocking any company problems from

reaching her, she didn’t find herself bored.

Aside from the people Damon had deliberately sent to keep her company, there was also Rose, who checked in

from time to time.

Despite the pregnancy restrictions and morning sickness, she found this time surprisingly interesting. Compared to

before, it was downright cozy.

Damon was especially attuned to Chloe’s moods. Feeling her cheerfulness, he glanced up at her.

Chloe raised an eyebrow at him without a trace of embarrassment at being caught.

Damon raised his too, leaning in close, “Laughing at me, huh?”

Chloe leaned back on the couch, her hand resting on his shoulder, and chuckled, “We are not upset. I bet our little

ones will call out ‘daddy’ and ‘mommy’ long before Nathan’s kid does. Right?”

Damon gave a low humph, “He’s lucky to get a ‘daddy’ out of his kid. I’ll have two calling me at once. Much better

than him!”