Chapter 3 Winner

　　Sabrina’s POV

　　I’m walking back and forth in the hospital room since I’m stuck and stressed in this situation.?

　　On the one hand, I can get a lot of money if I can be the winner of The Selection, on the other hand, I don't want to marry my own boss!

　　What should I do right now???

　　I took a deep breath and looked at Grandma who is still sleeping on the bed. I grabbed her hand and bit my lip. Next to her was the folder about The Selection of Chase Family.

　　"Grandma, I don't want to do this, but I have to. If I can win The Selection. W-We can even go abroad after you get the operation, right?" I said to her, my voice seemed optimistic.?

　　I do not know will Damian choose me or not, but I was sure Chase Family will be satisfied with me because I know what their son liked or disliked. I have been Damien's secretary for over the years, I have the confidence to ‘play the role’ of his fifth perfect wife.

　　"Taxi!" I shouted when I got outside the boutique and was now wearing a red silk gown for The Selection.

　　The taxi driver looked at me from the rear view mirror of the vehicle as he saw me on makeup and in a fabulous dress.?

　　Did I festoon myself too much that even the people in the hall of The Selection were now staring at me when I arrived? I cleared my throat, chose not to be bothered by their curious stares, and held up my head high.?

　　"Who is she?"

　　"She looks sexy and radiant!"?

　　"We should not be defeated by her. She is glamorous, but she is our competitor. Let's get near to Damian so that she would not win him."

　　All women who were also candidates to be Mr. Damian's wife are present in the hall. We all are wearing fancy masks with feathers that were creative embellishments to be paired with every dress we wear. Other ladies and gentlemen are sitting in front of tables in the middle of the decorated hall for the event.

　　"The Chase heir is here!"

　　"I can't wait to be his wife! I'll make sure I will pleasure him!"

　　"Shh, he's mine! I am perfect for him!"

　　I winced again at what they were saying. I quickly saw Mr. Damian's grandfather looking at me when he entered the hall amidst the numerous women lined up.?

　　I was nervous by everyone's stares when women like me who are desperate to be his wife --- well, expect me because I just want the money --- went onto the stage in front of the distinguished guests.?

　　Thirty candidates joined, but only one would be the wife of the Chase heir, which is Mr. Damian. I took a deep breath again when I composed myself on the stage together with other women.

　　I can do this. For the money and for Grandma.?

　　An emcee appeared on the stage with a wireless microphone. He flashed a smile to the guests and acted professionally before he made an announcement.

　　"Good evening to you all! Now we'll see which of these thirty lovely candidates would be the next wife of Mr. Damian Chase! Of course, the Chase family is going to press the red buzz to pick his wife among the beautiful women tonight."?

　　"Oh, my God! I'm so excited!"

　　"Thinking of Mr. Damian to be my husband is already overwhelming to me!"

　　"I'm going to be rich after this!"

　　"If he picks you, haha!"

　　The emcee would sign every woman he signaled to step forward on the stage. My eyes drifted to the long table in front of the stage where the whole?Chase?family was present. I knew every one of them. I then saw Mr. Damian who was wearing a stunning dress shirt with his coat, now seriously watching all of us. I remained calm.?

　　When the emcee now looked at me, it was the sign I should walk. Everyone started to exclaim in awe when I gracefully walked into the center and slightly bowed like a princess. I flashed a sweet smile. And I hope I don't look stupid right now.

　　I gazed at Mr. Damian who was parting his lips and hovered me with his menacing eyes from head to toe. I smirked. Does he not know me behind my mask?

　　I walked to the other side of the stage to pose. Since my silk dress had a slit, I showed my one thigh. My gaze was more focused on Mr. Damian who now sits properly and caressed his jaw as if he is castigating my beauty, body, and confidence I am showing all of them right now. I then established myself like I am in some kind of a beauty pageant and flipped my hair gracefully.

　　I went back to the line where other women were placed. Everyone was all staring at me when I surveyed my eyes. Even other members of the?Chase?family were murmuring and then looking at me as if they were talking about me. I saw how a smirk was playing on Mr. Damian's lips as we stared at each other amidst the mask on my face.

　　After some clamors and talks, a white spotlight emerged out of nowhere. When it was spotted to me, I heard the red buzzer's sound. My jaw dropped when I saw Mr. Damian pressing it while directly looking at me.

　　Oh, my god. Does this mean I won already?!

　　And then, I found myself being taken by a familiar butler of Mr. Damian. And what was shocking is that I know him. We are now walking in the hallway. I took off my mask as I followed him.

　　"Sir, this is me. Sabrina, Mr. Damian's secretary," I introduced myself.

　　His eyes widened a bit, but he did not make an exaggerating remark. We just continued walking as we left the hall.

　　"Oh, yeah. It is really you. Then do you realize that you just won The Selection?" he said as if he could not believe I just won. "Put on your mask"

　　Even though I was nervous, I put on my mask as what he said. I was perspiring and trembling, afraid of what will happen now. Will my boss be shocked that he just chose his own secretary?

　　After a while of walking, we stopped in front of a private room. The butler opened the door for me and I thanked him by nodding. When I went inside, I immediately saw the menacing yet triumphant eyes of Mr. Damian sitting on the sofa with other of his family members.

　　"She's here," he announced to his family, his eyes never left me.?

　　"Can you take off her mask?" Mr. Damian's grandfather requested the butler beside me.?

　　It was an intense moment when they all watched how the butler slowly removed my mask from my face.?