The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Boyd’s eyes trembled with suppressed emotion. “Don’t think you can scare me off with that talk.”

“You want to try me?” Yasmine’s gaze was icy as it met his, her expression devoid of any jest.

In truth, there wasn’t a shred of room for humor in this situation.

“Fine.” With that, Boyd moved toward Serana. “I’ll wait for you to get those scissors ready.”

He bent down to lift Serana, but the commotion had already drawn the doctor running over.

The sight of Serana with a pair of scissors embedded in her chest made everyone gasp, and medical

staff was quickly summoned to take her away. However, Boyd grabbed one of them, looking at Chloe,

“Bandage her up.”d2

The doctor, familiar with Yasmine, nodded promptly, “I’ll get the supplies.”

As the chaos subsided, Boyd faced the defiant Yasmine, who wouldn’t let him near her. “Have you

considered the consequences if she really gets hurt?”

“I’m hoping she and the baby in her belly are all dead,” Yasmine taunted with a twisted smile, her lips

turning pale. “You all owe me that much.”

Them.

Boyd clenched his fists tightly.

But Yasmine continued, “You could call the cops on me. With her dead and me in jail, you’ll be left to

struggle through life all by yourself. It’s the most fair and square ending one could hope for.”

Boyd watched her for a long moment before speaking softly, “I won’t let them arrest you.”

“Then take your precious Serana and beat it. And don’t you dare show your face to me again.”

Yasmine’s cold laughter echoed, her lips now a stark pale.

Boyd’s eyes lingered on her chest, his hands shaking with tension. “Is this something we’ll never get

past?”

Laughing, Yasmine suddenly began to peel off her hospital gown. Beneath it, she was bare. Her chest

was still wrapped in bandages, as was her waist – but both were soaked in red. Blood from her chest

wound trickled down her pale skin.

Despite her pallor, Yasmine’s eyes didn’t even flicker as she ripped off the gauze from her chest. The

healing wound was torn open again, blood and flesh exposed.

Boyd’s eyes shook uncontrollably, and he gulped hard. Yasmine, with a twisted smile, tossed the

bloody bandages to the floor. Then she ripped the bandages from her waist as well.

“We can get past this,” she said coldly to Boyd. “if these two wounds on my body leave no scars, and

the baby that died inside me comes back unharmed.”

As the two stood opposite each other, Yasmine wouldn’t let Boyd get any closer.

When the doctor returned with the bandages, she found Yasmine standing there, half-naked and

bleeding before the man. Their expressions and the tension between them sent a shiver down her

spine.

Finally, Boyd noticed her and with a glance, she hurried to tend to Yasmine’s wounds.

Yasmine wasn’t so self-destructive as to refuse medical attention. But what did it matter? The scars

were inevitable.

The sight of her raw wounds was chilling. Boyd stood by, his body tense, watching her injuries being

tended to, trembling involuntarily.

As the doctor applied the medicine, Yasmine’s face turned ghostly pale, beads of sweat formed on her

forehead and nose, and she bit down hard on her teeth. The pain was hers alone to know.

By the time the bandaging was done, almost half an hour had passed. The doctor heaved a sigh of

relief, wiping the sweat from her brow. “The repeated tearing of the wound is even more painful than

the initial injury. You must be careful.”

“Thank you, doctor, I understand,” Yasmine cut her off, her voice weak as she lay back on the bed, her

pallor and exhaustion evident.

Before leaving, the doctor glanced at Boyd, “The patient needs rest now.”

Boyd, fists still clenched, watched Yasmine for a long time before finally following the doctor out of the

room.

Yasmine hadn’t opened her eyes once since the ordeal began. Even with her wounds reopened, she

harbored no regrets.

After enduring half a month of grief over her lost baby, why should they think she could remain

indifferent? When had she ever been so magnanimous and saintly?

If Serana had been so persistent in delivering her vengeance, why would Yasmine ever let it go?

Too bad she was recovering too slowly. Half a month was not enough. Otherwise, she felt she might

have ended the life of Serana right then and there.

—

As it turned out, Serana’s life was tougher than most. The initial attack in the graveyard had only

scratched her, and now, despite this assault, she had been saved again. Her faulty heart persisted

within her, and the baby, whose parentage was unknown, remained unharmed.

What a pity.

After Yasmine stabbed Serana, Aliza, upon hearing the news, went weak at the knees. She

immediately called Bryson and Derek over.

Yasmine had missed lunch, and the ensuing weakness had her passing out until the afternoon.

Learning that Serana had been saved, she just coldly laughed. “She’s got a bad heart, yet she’s

healthier than most normal people.”

Bryson felt a pounding headache coming on as he sat on the couch, his face a mask of tension.

Yasmine turned to him, “Bryson, I see today’s events as necessary as eating and sleeping daily. I don’t

think I did anything wrong.”

Bryson was silent for a moment before looking back at her, a look of helpless resignation on his face.

“I know your temper, and I knew you wouldn’t let this go easily. But couldn’t you have waited until you

were fully healed to discuss a solution?”

“Wait for my wounds to heal? Two months, three, half a year? Time is very tricky. Perhaps by then, my

hatred wouldn’t be as strong, and I might not strike at her again.”

Aliza silently prepared soup beside them, never interrupting their conversation.

Yasmine’s words seemed logical, but they left an uneasy feeling. Hatred was a dangerous thing, all too

capable of destroying a person.

“It’s just a shame that you can’t have it both ways. If my wound had healed, she wouldn’t be alive

anymore.”

Opportunities were fleeting.

After Aliza helped Yasmine finish her soup, she and Bryson went back, leaving Derek behind.

“I got the lowdown on what happened at the cemetery,” Derek began. “Instead of a bullet ripping

through Serana’s head and killing her instantly, you got a non-fatal shot. Maybe, just maybe, it was the

best shot at saving both of you. Plus, he had no idea you were pregnant. I bet if it wasn’t Serana that

day, he’d have made the same call.”

Yasmine shifted slightly on the bed, each movement tugging painfully at her wound.

“True,” she admitted. “But I also know that he shot me instead of Serana because he didn’t want to give

her the chance to latch onto him for life, always there, impossible to shake off. Better to let his own

girlfriend take the hit than deal with an eternity of trouble.”

Derek raised an eyebrow. “He probably did think it through. You’re so fixated on Serana, and she’s

definitely trouble. Keeping her away, isn’t that better for you too? I mean, if he had shot Serana,

wouldn’t you be even more annoyed afterward?”

Yasmine’s lips twitched. “Sure. But what can I do? In the end, I’m the one bearing all the pain. No

matter how many excuses he has, he caused this, and that’s enough reason for me to hate him, never

enough to forgive.”

Derek asked, “Who are you really fighting with?”

“Myself, I guess.”

“Since when did you become so keen on self-destructive behavior?”

“Seeing the person I hate worse off than me, that’s the only way I find balance.”

Derek chuckled. “You sure have a wicked sense of humor, not even trying to hide it.”

A slight smile played on Yasmine’s lips. “Nice guys often finish last.”

Derek was silent for a moment before asking, “So you and Boyd are really done?”

“You hoping I kick the bucket soon so you can inherit my shares in the company?”

Derek rolled his eyes. “Do me a favor and keep a tight grip on your company for a long, long time.”

Yasmine laughed silently.

With everything laid bare, Derek decided to station a couple more guards outside Yasmine’s hospital

room. Through a month of recovery, other than visits from Bryson, Aliza, Derek, and the medical staff,

she didn’t see anyone else.

On the day she was discharged to recuperate at home, Boyd was waiting outside for her. She caught a

glimpse of his figure but didn’t give him a proper look.

Aliza’s opinion of Boyd had plummeted. She called Derek to help Yasmine out, shielding her from

Boyd.

Yasmine’s voice was light and airy as she spoke to Derek, “Have you put on weight recently?”

“What the—really?”

“Yep. Looks like you’ll have to start pulling your weight. Any heavier and the ladies will start to

complain.”

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“Gyms are where you pay others. Working harder at the office means others pay you. I’ll keep you

busy, make sure you slim down real quick.”

“Heh, always the sharp one.”

Their banter was casual and natural, but for Boyd, it was a luxury.

“Mr. Boyd,” Aliza addressed Boyd with a hint of contempt. “Our lady has always been firm in her ways,

and for you, she’s broken her rules countless times. I thought love made exceptions, but not this time.

The moment you chose to hurt her, you should’ve known the consequences. Don’t be as shameless as

before, clinging on for dear life. She’s serious this time. If you still can’t take a hint, remember the

incident a month ago when she nearly stabbed that woman with scissors. Take care of yourself and

stay away from us.”

After her speech, Aliza shot him a disdainful glance and turned to follow the others.

Boyd stood frozen for a moment before following them to the underground parking lot. As Yasmine was

about to get into the car, Boyd approached.

Aliza protested, “Hey, you—”

Boyd gently rested his hand on Yasmine’s shoulder, and finally, she looked at him.