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108. Inside the House
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2026-05-14 21:16:44
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The Tyrant's Bride Vow 110. The Distance Between Us
Morning sunlight poured through the tall glass windows of the dining room, warm and golden against the marble floor of the Cassel mansion. Summer had settled fully over the city now. The sky outside looked painfully clear, too peaceful for the tension sitting between the husband and wife at the breakfast table.The only sounds came from the faint clinking of silverware and Neo’s soft babbling from the other side of the room.Nova laughed when the babysitter wiped cream from her cheek.Enola watched them quietly for a moment before lowering her gaze back to the tablet in her hand. Financial reports filled the screen, but she had not actually read a single line for the last three minutes.Across from her, Damian stirred his coffee once.His eyes were on her.Watching.Measuring.Waiting.Since returning from overseas, Enola had become harder to read again. More distant. More careful. Like someone slowly rebuilding walls after briefly allowing herself to rest.Damian hated it.Finally, h
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 109. The Shadow Behind The Throne
The morning sky above the city was covered by thick gray clouds.Rain from last night still clung to the glass windows of Cassel Mansion, leaving long trails of water that reflected the cold light of dawn. The entire mansion felt unusually quiet. Too quiet.Damian woke up first.His arm moved instinctively across the bed beside him, searching for Enola’s warmth, but touched only cold sheets.His eyes slowly opened.Empty.Damian sat up, his black hair slightly messy from sleep. The blanket slid down his bare torso as he stared at the vacant side of the bed for several seconds without moving.Then he glanced toward the bathroom.No sound.The dressing room.Empty.A faint crease appeared between his brows.Enola had left early.Again.Damian exhaled slowly before getting off the bed. He picked up the black silk robe hanging near the bed and wore it loosely while walking downstairs.The scent of coffee filled the dining room.Neo and Nova were already awake in their baby chairs while th
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 108. Inside the House
Rain hammered against the glass walls of the suite like bullets that refused to stop.The city lights below looked blurred beneath the storm, drowned under sheets of silver water. Inside the private office connected to the presidential suite, the air felt colder than the weather outside.Enola stood motionless near the desk.The tablet in her hand was still lit.Hayle and Luna exchanged uneasy glances behind her.No one spoke for several seconds.Only the ticking sound of the wall clock and distant thunder filled the room.Enola slowly lifted her eyes again toward the screen.The fake document trail she had deliberately planted inside Spark Winery’s old archive system had finally been touched.Someone had taken the bait.And the company name connected to the access route made her chest tighten.Cassel Holdings Europe.A subsidiary connected to Cassel Group.Luna broke the silence first.“Could someone inside Cassel be working with Clarine?”Hayle crossed his arms tightly. His expressi
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 107. The Trap Beneath the Vines
Morning sunlight slipped through the thin curtains of the luxury suite, painting soft golden lines across the tangled white sheets. The air conditioner hummed quietly against the warmth of early summer outside, carrying the faint scent of expensive perfume, wine, and Damian’s cologne lingering in the room from last night.Enola stood in front of the mirror in silence.Her fingers paused at the collar of her blouse.A dark mark bloomed near her neck.She stared at it for a few seconds before narrowing her eyes.“Unbelievable.”Behind her, Damian shifted lazily on the bed. The blanket slid lower, revealing his bare chest and the scratches Enola had left on his skin the night before.His eyes opened slowly.Sharp. Heavy. Still dangerous even half-awake.His gaze landed directly on the mark on Enola’s neck.A satisfied smirk appeared on his lips.“Don’t cover it.”Enola shot him a look through the mirror.“You’re insane.”Damian leaned back against the headboard, completely shameless.“Yo
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 106. You Can’t Escape Me
Morning sunlight poured through the towering glass walls of Spark Winery headquarters, bathing the executive floor in warm summer light. Outside, the city looked bright and alive beneath the blue sky, but inside Enola’s office, the atmosphere was sharp enough to cut skin.Several reports were scattered across the black marble table.Luna stood beside the screen projection while Hayle flipped through another financial file, tension visible on his face.“The investors officially withdrew this morning,” Hayle said carefully. “Three of them already terminated cooperation contracts.”Luna crossed her arms tightly. “The media will catch this soon.”Enola sat calmly behind her desk.Too calmly.Her long fingers tapped slowly against the leather armrest while she read through the investor profiles one by one.Then her eyes stopped.A cold smile appeared faintly on her lips.“Interesting.”Hayle frowned. “Madam Enola?”Enola slid the tablet toward Luna.“Check the names again.”Luna lowered he
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 105. The Throne Is Still Empty
Summer sunlight spilled across the glass walls of Cassel Group Tower, sharp and blinding against the polished black marble floor. The city below looked alive, moving endlessly beneath the heat haze rising from the streets.Inside the executive conference hall on the top floor, however, the atmosphere felt colder than winter.The tension inside the room was suffocating.Damian sat at the head of the long table in a dark charcoal suit, one hand resting lazily against the armrest while the other scrolled through a stack of digital reports projected before him. His expression remained unreadable, but everyone in the room could feel it.Their CEO was in a bad mood.Again.The directors exchanged nervous glances while Damian’s secretary, Ethan, quietly placed another document beside him.“Sir,” Ethan said carefully. “The board members from the European division have arrived.”Damian didn’t answer immediately.His eyes stopped on a name written inside the report.Victor Cassel.The corner of
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 74. In the Middle of a Biting Cold Winter
The snow fell harder that night—flakes clinging to the windows of the main bedroom in their new house, which was still undergoing renovations. The faint smell of wet wood and fresh paint mingled with the soft scent of lavender from the diffuser Damian had installed specifically to calm Enola.Even
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 73. A Slow-Moving Life, and the Shadows That Follow
Winter was biting harder as the year drew to a close. The snow fell more heavily than the day before, covering the roofs of Cassel Mansion with a thick white layer that made the entire area look like an illustration from a storybook. The air was piercing, but the Spark-Cassel family’s large house w
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 72. The Last Night Before the Storm
The snow fell heavily that night, forming a white blanket that engulfed the entire city. Street lights glowed dimly behind the low-hanging cold fog. Winter had reached its peak, and the atmosphere felt heavy... as if something was waiting to break.In Damian’s office on the top floor of Cassel Towe
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 71. The Fall of the Main Pole
Snow fell slowly in mid-December, like cold ash covering the city. The air was piercing—harsh, sharp, and threatening, just like the Cassel family’s current situation. At Cassel Group headquarters, the morning atmosphere was gloomier than the sky outside.Damian took off his long black coat, his ja
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