Married To The Enemy

Bruna My eyes scanned the different delicacies in front of me. Across the table, was Caden's mother and younger sister. Marigold and Phoebe respectively. None of them have been able to lift their spoons to their mouth as they occasionally stared at me. Phoebe, on the other hand, looked as though she would stab me with the fork in her hand if given the opportunity. For that reason, I haven't been able to eat as well. Caden had sent his swat of guards to pick me up in a convoy of black Rolls-Royces. I had no idea he would ask them to bring me to his family residence. When they did, the first thing I was welcome with was a table filled with food. “Are you pregnant for my brother, or is this some kind of scheme to take money from him or make way for yourself?” Phoebe dropped her fork on her plate and bridged her hands on the table. Her eyes were on me with pure contempt glinting in them. I picked a piece of watermelon with my fork. I brought it up to my face and examined i

CadenI enjoyed the life I was living. I didn't want to get caught in a union called marriage. I wasn't ready for it. But my mother had to make me marry a stripper; a girl I had only met once. She could be lying for all I know. Someone could have planted her in my life. That's why I told Anthony this morning to keep an eye on her after she came home with a red and swollen cheek. She had told me she fell down the stairs while she was at her home. That didn't look like something caused by a fall. I would have asked Lucas about it, but I didn’t want to. The guy and I met occasionally and we're not close like before.My mother has always wanted me to get married but I didn't know it would be something like this. I knew her sole reason was because she was from the King's family.The next morning, I sat in my office, when a knock came on the door.“Come in.” I said.Bruna pushed the door open. A familiar looking silver tray in her hand. Her brown hazel eyes, which looked familiar somehow

Chapter 6Bruna. I knew I shouldn't have told off July like that. But thinking about Keenan wasn't what I needed at the moment. He was my son, yes, but it had been years that I set eyes on him The sight of him reminded me of the past I tried so much to forget. I didn't want to focus on that.What I wanted right now was to focus on what was at hand. To get close to Caden. Get him to trust me in whatever way possible, get his family to trust me ,make them believe that there was a child growing up in me. And from the looks of things, Caden seemed to be more concerned about the child and would do anything for it. And that was exactly what I wanted to focus on right now.I pulled the blanket off my body and let out a loud yarn. I squinted my eyes at the sunlight hues that entered through the transparent white curtains that shielded the floor-to-ceiling windows.I took my hairband from the nightstand and wore it. I stepped to the bathroom and quickly did my morning routine. By 7

CadenI didn't have it in me to sit for dinner today. I had a lot of shit I needed to figure out.After making the call, I made my way inside. I stopped at the door when I saw my mother gently rubbing her hands up and down Bruna’s back. Her other free hand was pushing a glass of water into her hands, urging her to drink.Without so much as a thought, I shoved my phone into my back pocket and made my way to them."What happened?" I demanded. My hand moved to the table and shifted the plate of food that was in front of her. I frown at the dish of vegetables. That was too much food. Though I understood that pregnant women needed to eat a lot, but that was a lot given that she wasn't even a month gone yet. My hand moved to her back as I gently rubbed it, just like my mother was doing. She took off her hand and retracted the half-full glass of water.She hadn't even drunk much of it. "She choked on that corn." My mother pointed at the half cob in the dish of seafood like some unwanted ite

Bruna.Luna has been texting me to see her. There wasn't a chance for me to do that, given what Caden had told me. I couldn't leave the house, unless I had at least three guards trailing behind me. I wanted to be alone when I go to see her. Whatever we were doing had to remain between us. I was glad that she had chosen to help me in the first place. I had to keep my own part of the deal if not everything I was working for would crumble down. I sent her a message pleading to understand that I wouldn't be able to see her this week.I waited for her reply about what she had to say on tipping toes.If she insisted that I had to see her, then it meant that I would have to escape from the house to go see her which wasn't the best idea. Hopefully she understood me."This weekend shouldn't go by without you seeing me." My heart stayed at ease at her response. Thank goodness she understood. I got from bed with the phone pressed against my chest and walked towards the door when I heard a knock