The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 2135

Ella directly came to Noah's office. Her presence had become a regular sight at the company over the past few days.

As she vanished into the office, the staff couldn't help but exchange whispers behind her back. They gossiped about how she, the 'niece', was shamelessly chasing after her young uncle, casting her as some sort of slut, a master manipulator in a game of hearts.

Ella had heard all the cruel remarks, and the online trolls were even worse. Strangely enough, words that once cut deep now seemed to bounce off her without leaving a mark.

Her steps were confident as she approached Noah's office, where the secretary stood up out of habit. "Mr. Noah's in his office. Can I get you anything to drink?" the secretary asked.

"No, thank you," Ella replied with a sweet smile before she turned the handle and stepped into Noah's space.

Noah was just coming out of his private lounge, fiddling with his shirt cuffs. He looked up at the sound of the door, showing no surprise at her entrance. After all, in the entire world, Ella was probably the only one who could walk into his office without knocking.d2

"Been out having fun?" he asked casually, walking over to the window and picking up his coffee mug from the desk. He was relaxed, clearly enjoying a moment of respite after a busy stint.

Ella closed the door behind her and watched him for a moment, feeling a lump rise in her throat, which she quickly swallowed down. Taking a breath, she walked toward him.

Noah took a sip from his mug and noticed Ella's unusual silence. He turned to look at her, only to feel her arms slowly wrap around his waist from behind, her body pressing against his. He paused, gripping the mug a little tighter as he glanced down at the hands around his waist.

"Did someone give you a hard time today?" he asked, his eyes still on her hands.

Ella shook her head. "As if I'd let that happen and embarrass you."

Noah's lips twitched into a half-smile as he took her hands in his, set the mug down, and turned to face her.

Ella looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Uncle Noah," she said with a playful grin, leaning into his embrace. "How can I really seduce you?"

He paused for a moment, feeling the warmth of her body against his, his gaze darkening. "Why not try tonight?" he suggested.

Ella shook her head. "Nah."

He raised an eyebrow inquisitively just as she suddenly rose on her toes and pressed her lips to his. Her kiss was clumsy yet sweet, her tongue tentatively brushing against his lips before boldly seeking entry.

In that moment, Noah's body tensed, something within him snapped, and he pulled her closer, returning her kiss with fervor and urgency.

Unlike her tentative exploration, his kiss was dominant and demanding, leaving no room for her to breathe. She struggled to keep up, her hands clutching at his shoulders as she tried to match his intensity.

After what felt like an eternity, Noah slowly pulled away, resting his forehead against hers, his gaze lingering on her flushed face.

Ella's lashes fluttered as she leaned in for more, even as Noah stopped, she continued to kiss him, moving from his lips to his jawline, her actions innocent yet teasing, until she reached the hollow of his throat.

Her persistence stoked the fire within him, and his desire flared as he looked at her with a burning intensity. "Ella, that's enough." he breathed.

But she seemed not to hear, playfully tugging at his tie. Then, she lifted her misty eyes to look at him, a kind of inquiry mixed with fear and anticipation. Her intentions were evident.

Noah grasped her hand, his voice a husky whisper, "Are you sure?"

Ella bit her lip and buried her face in his neck, her voice barely audible. "I haven't. I'm scared, but I... I want you, Uncle Noah."

Her voice trailed off, but Noah suddenly tightened his grip on her chin. "You haven't?" he asked, incredulous. Had she really remained untouched all these years with Paul?

Her cheeks blazed with embarrassment. "I can't be with someone I don't love."

He chuckled, clearly pleased. As soon as the words left her mouth, he lifted her into his arms.

Caught off guard, she let out a surprised yelp.

He carried her to the bed, his voice rough with desire, "Save your screams for later."

As he laid her down, Ella looked up at him with a mix of nerves and excitement. "Does this mean I've seduced you?" she asked.

Noah loosened his tie, a dark smile playing on his lips. "You never had to do anything. But I'm not complaining."

Ella pouted. "You liar, before you would've..."

Her protest was silenced by his kiss. When the kiss ended, Ella was disheveled and breathless.

"Don't dredge up the past," he warned. "Do you really think I'm an animal who would prey on a barely legal girl, let alone my so-called niece?"

"But I'm still your 'niece'," she pointed out.

"Yes, but you're not eighteen anymore."

"So..."

"Stop talking, or I might just admit that I've been regretting my restraint these past years. Eighteen or not, niece or not."

Ella's lashes quivered. "You should be thankful I didn't throw myself at someone else. They say you never forget your first love, and for a woman, your first time is even more unforgettable. It plants a seed deep inside that this is the man for you, for life."

"And if that had happened..."

"There's no 'if'. Your first love, and your first time, they both have to be me."

Ella smiled, her arms encircling his neck as she whispered seductively in his ear, "Uncle Noah, I want you."

His eyes narrowed dangerously.

*

From the tormenting pain at the beginning to the heady bliss at the end, her first time was a journey from agony to ecstasy.

Noah cradled her from the bathroom to the bed, where, with cheeks blazing, she quickly burrowed under the covers.

Seeing her bashful demeanor, Noah quirked a smile, "Come on, pop your head out. I won't look."

"Go away," came Ella's muffled, soft voice from beneath the duvet.

Noah arched a brow, "Remember to keep your head out."

The lounge door opened and closed, and only when the room settled into silence did Ella slowly peek from the covers. Her eyes, devoid of shyness or sweetness, scanned the room before she pulled a wry smile and closed them gently.

The drawn curtains shielded the afternoon sun, and in the dimness, tears seeped from Ella's tightly shut eyes into the soft pillow.

She had truly received what she wanted.

She felt content. There was no greater bliss than having one's desires fulfilled. She wanted happiness for all those she held dear.

*

Noah left for the boardroom. The TV network's summer schedule was disrupted due to recent events, with new shows and planning on the horizon.

Noah was in good spirits, but remained his usual frosty self in front of his subordinates. They were all business, respectful, speaking only when necessary – despite the inner turmoil they felt, they showed nothing out of the ordinary.

Noah eventually noticed something was off. His assistant's phone vibrated too often, with calls cut off only for a barrage of texts to follow.

After several instances, the odd expressions on the others' faces became harder to mask. Noah's frown deepened, tossing his stylus aside with a steely gaze towards his assistant. "Spill it!"

The assistant pressed lips together, scanning the room which prompted the others to quickly gather their things and left.

With the room clear, Noah's expression darkened further, but he allowed them to go.

"Mr. Noah."

Once alone, the assistant approached, presenting the phone to Noah. The top trending headline glared back, "Niece's scandalous slap in cafe confrontation with fiancee."

The word "niece" struck a chord in Noah.

When he clicked into the topic, the first post was a video from a major media outlet. It showed Ella from the moment she entered the cafe. Her confidence and arrogance were something he'd seldom seen lately.

The exchange between the two seated, made Noah's already icy expression even more intimidating. Even when Rebecca splashed water in Ella's face, he seemed unfazed.

"I've realized that your leaving wasn't about letting go. This return of yours was premeditated.

"I might not marry him, but don't fool yourself into thinking you can have him. You covet your own uncle from a young age, and now that you've had a taste of victory, you come here gloating.

“As a niece seducing her own uncle, playing the third wheel, what dignity do you have to take pride in front of me? Who could truly accept you two? The Tretton family is nearly being chewed up in whispers. Noah is now a walking target of scorn, and is this your so-called love?"

Ella's response was a resounding slap.

"You're right, I am not content to let the man I love marry another woman. What I want, I'll scheme for it if necessary. So what if I seduced him? He fell for it, didn't he? I got what I wanted, and why should I care about anything else? Will the Tretton family have me killed? Will their fortunes crumble because of this?

"Rebecca, life is about results. You're upright, sensible, and educated, but the victor here is me."

Ella used "victor" to echo her earlier "premeditated" scheme.

The assistant watched Noah's face carefully, "The public is almost unanimously condemning Ms. Ella for meddling in a marriage, being a home-wrecker. And they say that you might have been manipulated."

Before the assistant could finish, Noah's glare silenced him.

"Mr. Noah, what should we do now? In the video, Ms. Ella admits to intentional seduction."

Noah tossed the phone aside, his gaze never leaving it. After a moment, he spoke, "Remove the trending topic."

"But that might cause more dissatisfaction."

"Remove it!"

"Yes, sir."

The assistant, picking up the phone, called the media platform. As soon as he mentioned pulling the topic, the other end said something that stunned him.

"What did you say?" Noah looked up.