Flash marriage with the billionaire enemy

Enid’s POVThe host walks up to us as my date grabs my hands, leading me out of the diner. “Mr. Dorne, is there…”“I’ll see you some other time.”The night air lashes at my skin, but he doesn’t stop walking. Behind him, my forehead is scrunched in confusion as I try to remember the name my mother told me. Was his second name Dorne? God, I should have paid better attention. It doesn’t help that my phone keeps ringing, the sound slicing into the night. “Mr. Dorne!" The name sounds foreign on my lips, and for a minute, it sounds so familiar. Not in the way that depicts I have heard it before. Much more familiar. Like I have used it a couple of times. Like I have lived in the orbit of that name.It nudges my brain gently, as if trying to remember something my body and mind don't want to. I feel a headache coming on, just as his feet finally come to a halt. “Get in.”I see that we are standing out by the curb, beside the passenger seat of a beautiful sports car. He pulls open the door

Cassian’s POV"Do you really have to do this?" Lucas asks for the umpteenth time. We are standing in the hallway of the courthouse. It has been one hour now, and my bride is nowhere to be found. “You can’t talk me out of it,” I tell my best friend, my eyes meeting the clock hanging over the door. “I have waited years for this. Do you know what it means to watch the people responsible for the death of someone you love walk about freely, while you are made to live with the hurt?”“I am sure she knows nothing about it,” he reminds me, always the voice of reason. “Only if you are doing this for a different reason.”"What are you suggesting, Lucas?"“That she charmed your pants off at the dinner yesterday?”"I hate her," I spit with as much venom as I have in me. "Her family ruined my father. He didn't do anything to them, yet they ruined his company, lied against him, and drove him to kill himself. Want to know what that feels like? Want to know what I had to go through to be where I am

Enid’s POVThe car door closes behind me, and Cassian slides in after, the leather sighing beneath his weight. The driver lifts the partition halfway, leaving us wrapped in a cocoon of silence.He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t even look at me. One hand rests on his thigh, the other against the glass as if the city speeding by is more interesting than the woman he just married.We don’t exchange a word for ten whole minutes. The hum of the engine fills the space where conversation should live. Every so often, I sneak a glance at him.When he finally speaks, his voice slides through the silence like a blade. “Seatbelt,” he murmurs without looking my way.I fumble for it, clicking it in place. The small sound echoes louder than it should.He exhales, slow and measured. “Do you always act before thinking, Mrs. Dorne?”The way he says Mrs. Dorne makes me flinch. It sounds more like a sentence than a name.“I wasn’t thinking at all,” I admit. “If I had, I wouldn’t be here.”That earns me the f

ENIDThe first thing I notice when I wake up is the silence.For a second, I forget where I am.Then I see the pale ceiling, the smooth cream walls, the unfamiliar bed that could fit three of me, and everything comes crashing back.Cassian Dorne’s house.My husband’s house.I turn onto my back and stare at the ceiling. My chest feels tight. Marriage is supposed to feel like something... excitement, safety, fear, something. All I feel is… displaced. Like I’ve stepped into a life that was never meant for me.No warmth. No congratulations. No “welcome home.”Just rules, distance, and a man whose eyes hold a thousand mysteries.I push the sheets away and sit up. The house is cold despite the warm sunlight creeping through the curtains. I wrap my arms around myself for a moment before forcing my feet to the floor. The marble is icy.There’s a soft knock at the door.“Mrs. Dorne?” a voice calls gently.It still sounds wrong.“Yes?” I say, clearing my throat.The door opens slightly, and a wo

CASSIANHard as I tried, it was impossible to get Enid out of my mind throughout the day.I keep wondering what she must be doing, and it was getting on my freaking nerves.When I can’t take it anymore, I call it quits for the day and make my way to Lucas’ gallery.He owns it with his wife, Maria, who happens to be a brilliant artist. Her work has been displayed in the most exclusive galleries all over the world.Frankly, most of the time, I wonder what she saw in my best friend, but then I see the way Lucas adores her, and I understand.They love each other something fierce. It's such a shame that I'll never experience such.Love like theirs is quite rare, and I knew I wasn't going to find it because most of the women I've met have only been with me for what they can get from me.Even my wife clearly married me for selfish reasons. However, that worked out to my advantage.My wife.The word was coming out of me way easier than I thought it would.The only time a woman had ever been w