Married To My Sexy Ruthless Enemy

Today was the worst afternoon I had faced in my entire life. I had never been this tremendously anxious before.

And the only cause for my trouble was the man sitting beside me, my husband to be in the coming few minutes, Damon.

Damon. A name that was both revered and feared in Country Golden. A business tycoon who had risen so quickly that he left everyone else behind. People respected him for his strict sense of justice. He was the type who neither trampled the weak nor feared the strong. To him, there was only right or wrong. Nothing else existed.

I couldn’t be bothered with those rumors about his justice right now, especially not since this morning.

My mother, my only family, had a nearly fatal accident yesterday. I had begged every doctor I could find to save her, but none of them were willing to treat her once they learned who the opposite party was. I knew this was happening because of me, yet I had never expected my opponents to drag my mother into it.

So I had resorted to my last option: begging Damon to save my mother. I knew the chances were almost zero based on the past we shared, but I had no other way out.

That was why I was sitting in his house at eleven o’clock, ready to sell off whatever little property I had. I had decided to give him every cent I could gather in exchange for my mother’s life.

But the thing I least expected had happened.

Damon agreed to save my mother using his connections. And the best part was that he did not ask for a single cent from me.

Happiness never lasts long.

His only condition was that I marry him.

If it had been anyone else, I would not have thought twice. But the problem was the man making the demand.

Damon and I. If we felt anything toward each other, it was pure hatred. We had been going against each other since childhood. I saw no logical reason for his demand. I knew he harbored no less hatred for me than I did for him.

I stared at him, my hands clenched so tightly my nails dug into my palms.

“You can’t be serious.”

He didn’t even blink.

“I am completely serious, Liana. Marry me, or your mother dies. Those are the only two options I am offering you.”

The words were spoken quietly, and that made them worse. There was no raised voice, just a calm certainty that he held my mother’s life in his hands and was willing to crush it if I refused.

“You hate me. You’ve always hated me. Why force a marriage?”

Damon’s eyes moved over my face with slow coldness.

“Because nothing would satisfy me more than watching you live under my control. Every single day.”

It took me an entire hour to finally decide to marry him. Every minute of that hour I spent searching for another way out. There was none.

I had thought he would immediately start treatment for my mother. Instead, he dialed a few numbers, and within ten minutes people were standing respectfully in front of us, ready to carry out the marriage registration.

I was so angry I wanted to slap some sense into him, but I knew I was no match for him. Doing so would only mean no treatment for my mother.

Still, I tried.

“At least let the doctors begin treatment first. We can register afterward.”

“No. The moment the certificates are signed, the calls will be made. Not one second earlier.”

I tried to postpone the registration by saying I did not have my documents with me. Damon simply ordered his secretary to fetch them from my home.

And so here I was, sitting side by side with Damon while being stared at by people who did not even dare to breathe loudly, waiting for the secretary to return.

When I thought the secretary might not find the documents, the man arrived.

“Boss, I found all the documents,” the secretary said in one breath.

“I hope this is enough for us to register our marriage now,” Damon said in a low voice, never moving his gaze from me.

“No, Boss. We just need you both to pose for a photo and you will be declared married to Miss Liana.” The man was completely drenched in sweat.

“A photograph.” Damon gave a cold smirk before pulling me toward him and encircling my shoulders. His arm was heavy and deliberately tight.

“Smile properly,” he whispered against my ear, voice low and sharp. “If the photo looks forced, the deal ends and your mother stays exactly where she is.”

I shivered from the pure malice in it. It took me a few seconds to force a smile and turn toward the camera.

Click.

A photo that could make people green with envy appeared on two certificates.

“So can we go to the hospital now?” I asked, using every bit of self-control I had.

Damon gave his secretary a sharp look.

“Adrian.”

The secretary immediately collected both certificates and hurried to the parking lot. He climbed into the front passenger seat and signaled the driver to start the car.

The car soon entered the hospital gates. I ran past everyone to the last ward and stopped at the door.

“Mom…” A single tear slipped silently down my cheek.

Damon stood behind me for a moment before signaling Adrian. The secretary made a few quick calls, and soon an entire line of elite doctors stood outside the door.

“Mr. Damon, you should have told me before arriving. We would have welcomed you at the gate,” the head of Unity Hospital, Dr. Wen, said.

Damon only glanced at him fleetingly before looking into the room.

“May I know how we can help you, Mr. Damon?” Dr. Wen asked.

“Why has my mother-in-law not been treated yet?” Damon’s voice was cold. The temperature in the corridor seemed to drop ten degrees.

The head doctor’s forehead was immediately covered in sweat. He glanced at the other doctors. When every one of them showed the same expression of denial, he understood he was in grave danger.

“Mr. Damon, I am truly sorry. We will not delay another minute. We will treat your mother-in-law with the utmost care.”

“I want her to receive the best treatment you can provide,” Damon said slowly, “or I will make sure people forget there was ever a small hospital known as Unity.”

A chill ran down every doctor and staff member’s spine. They quickly transferred my mother, Elena, to the VVIP ward.

I was still standing dazedly inside the last ward. I had heard every single word Damon said. Though I did not want to admit it, I had never expected him to do this much.

I had thought the most he would do was ask the hospital to treat my mother. Never in my dreams had I imagined he would terrorize the entire hospital just for my mom.

Yet even as relief flooded through me, a colder thought settled in my chest.

He hadn’t done this out of kindness.

He had done it to make sure I could never escape the cage he had just locked around me.

I turned my head slightly and found him watching me with that same unreadable, freezing calm.

There was no softness in his eyes.

Only the quiet satisfaction of a man who had finally placed his enemy exactly where he wanted her.