The silence was deafening as they drove on.
Danielle shot glances at Seth, who sat enveloped in an aura of brooding aloofness, making her lose whatever courage she had mustered to strike up a conversation.
But then again, what was there to talk about? Any attempt at small talk would just be her trying to fill the uncomfortable void between them, and likely, would only serve to embarrass herself.
After much deliberation and hesitation, she found a topic that seemed safe enough. "Sorry for the trouble," she muttered.
Seth remained quiet.
Even though she was accustomed to his coldness, Danielle couldn't shake off the feeling of awkwardness that crept over her. Biting her lip, she turned her face away, looking out the window.d2
"We don't have any bad blood between us. Can't you drop the silent treatment? Just because you're with Cicely doesn't mean you can't talk to other women, right? She was so possessive today, like she couldn't stand you being around any other woman. Do you think that's normal?"
Finally, Seth responded, glancing at her briefly, his voice indifferent, "So, you're okay with your man having other women around?"
Danielle was taken aback, "Even monks can't turn away women who come to worship at the temple."
There was a brief silence before Seth chuckled darkly, a fleeting shadow crossing his eyes. "Too bad I'm not a monk."
Danielle thought he misunderstood her, "You're not one to make your life difficult. Being with her, bound so tightly, doesn't it wear you down? She's only going to bring more trouble your way."
"Danielle," Seth said, his hand casually resting on the steering wheel, his posture relaxed, "Gossiping behind someone's back is in poor taste."
She froze, a rush of heat flooding her face, then draining away leaving her pale. Her hands clasped tightly in front of her, her voice quivered with barely concealed sharpness, "And Cicely never talked behind my back?"
The traffic light turned red, and they stopped. Seth glanced at her, the slight curve of his eyes and lips sending a wave of discomfort through Danielle. He was implying that Cicely was above such behavior.
"You didn't have to come yourself today. You're not always doing what Patty tells you."
If he was truly obedient, he never would have agreed to be with Cicely in the first place.
"It was unexpected that she found out. Picking you up..." Seth paused as the car started moving again, and almost simultaneously, he continued, "I just thought it would make you happy."
Danielle's heart skipped a beat. She stared at Seth's profile, trying to decipher something, anything, from his impassive face. "What do you mean by that? You accuse me of speaking ill of Cicely, and now you want to make me happy. What are you really thinking?"
Seth didn't look at her, his lips curling into what seemed like a smile, but it sent a chill down her spine instead. "Don't overthink it, or you'll just feel worse."
Danielle couldn't process his words, "What are you trying to say?!"
His gaze darkened, and he reverted to his usual indifference. "Everything has its price. Just like obtaining something has its cost, debts must be repaid."
She didn't understand. "Why are you suddenly talking like this?"
They pulled into a high-end residential area, and Seth fell silent, his words leaving Danielle with an unsettling feeling. She knew that no matter how much she pressed, she would get no further answers.
Glancing at the rearview mirror, Seth drove into the underground parking of the apartment complex. As Danielle stepped out of the car, a cacophony of engine roars, brakes squealing, and car doors slamming resounded through the garage. Several men in black suits, each wielding a metal bat, began to approach.
"What... what are you doing." Danielle's voice trembled, her complexion ghostly as she staggered backward.
Seth watched the unfolding scene through the mirror, then finally, stepped out of the car.
Danielle rushed to his side, "Seth..."
He moved to the trunk, fixing his gaze on the men emerging from another car. "What do you want?"
Issac, leading the suited men, nodded at Seth, "My apologies, Mr. Diaz. Ms. Cicely is in a bad mood. She’s having a tantrum, and she said you agreed to indulge her. So here I am, just following orders."
Danielle's face turned to ice upon seeing Issac, "So she throws a tantrum, and you guys come chasing us down here?"
Issac didn't reply, just shot her a cold glance.
Seth asked coolly, "How does she want to make a scene?"
Instead of answering, Issac signaled his men. They surged forward, raising their metal bats, and began smashing Seth's car into oblivion.
Danielle screamed, covering her head as the violence of metal against metal and the shattering of glass echoed in the garage.
Seth stood by, watching impassively. Once the destruction seemed sufficient, Issac ordered a halt. He then stepped forward, addressing Seth, "The lady says the passenger seat is dirty, and she can't use the car anymore. It's as good as junk, so might as well treat it like junk."
At that, Seth looked at Issac, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips, "Is that so? Seems wasteful because she'll just have to smash a new one next time."
Issac, uninterested in Seth's quips, merely said, "I'll report back then." With that, he and his men left as abruptly as they had arrived.
In the garage, other drivers watched, horrified.
Danielle, pale and trembling, crouched in the corner, arms wrapped around her head, shaken to the core.
Seth cast a dismissive glance at the mangled wreck of the car, expressionless. He turned on his heel. Seeing Danielle, who was visibly shaken, he said indifferently, “Head upstairs.” With that, he pulled a suitcase from nearby and slid it toward Danielle.
Danielle shivered, cautiously lifting her head to see that the menacing figures had dispersed. Only then did she lower her hands from her head. Her hands, cold and trembling, gripped the suitcase, her voice still quivering with shock. “Aren't you coming up?”
“I have other things to deal with.” Noticing her hesitant and still frightened look, Seth added, “She's just throwing a tantrum with me, and it won't come down on you. Don't be scared, no one's going to hassle you.”
Danielle's grip on the suitcase handle tightened, and tears suddenly filled her eyes. “Sending a mob to smash the car without a word, and that's just her throwing a tantrum? Is she some kind of mafia boss? And you just let her get away with this?”
Seth furrowed his brow, his lips pressed thin, and he walked toward the elevator. Danielle bit her lip and hurried after him. The elevator reached the ground floor, and as the doors slid open, Seth stepped out without a backward glance or a word to Danielle.
Cold and heartless.
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The readers' comments on the novel: The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride
did it really end this way. can I have the rest of the book ending??...
So, all of them were basically forced into sexual acts by their partners the first time, then their partners wanted to seclude them from everyone. On top of that, all of are jealous of their own children. The only couple that seem to have it good were Azriel & Phoebe. This book was honestly quite sickening & there’s no way anyone should find this romantic...
These typos are so annoying..can't even understand a single word...
Some chapters are missing and some of them are repeated..it feels like story takes a jump because of it...
I really like the book but there are a lot of typos which is making it even more difficult to read and stay engaged. Author please do some edits....
Best story ever...
I've been waiting for the wedding of Chloe and Damon until the ending of this novel their wedding doesn't happen at all!......
This novel is not well edited at all.. it's so annoying...
Last 50 chapters ++ all typos that are ridiculous...
Is this even english???...