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11. The Tyrant's Wedding

Autor: Monica Wild
last update Data de publicação: 2025-10-17 15:24:35

The colored tulle fabric used as a headpiece for Enola’s wedding dress draped elegantly to the floor. The fabric was attached to a small diamond-studded crown, which sat prettily atop Enola’s beautifully styled hair, expertly arranged by a professional hairdresser.

Some of her hair was neatly braided, enhancing Enola’s hairstyle as the most sensational bride of the moment.

“Miss Spark, the wedding dress that Mr. Cassel chose for you really suits you. He must really want to marry you.” The prof
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SorayaLuo
I love how the romance feels dangerous instead of sweet ...
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I started reading without expectations… now I can’t stop.
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  • The Tyrant's Bride Vow   112. The Place I Return To

    The hospital hallway felt colder after Damian stepped out of Alexander Cassel’s recovery room.Enola was still sitting on the long bench near the door, her elbows resting lightly on her knees while her gaze remained lowered to the marble floor beneath her heels.Several people passed by the corridor.A few recognized her immediately.Whispers followed quietly behind her.“Isn’t that Enola Spark?”“The CEO of Spark Winery?”“I heard the company’s profits doubled after she took over.”“She’s the one who cleaned out Reginald’s people, right?”Enola heard all of it.But tonight, for once, she was too tired to care.Her chest still felt heavy after hearing Alexander’s words.Your wife.The most dangerous thing in your life.Enola slowly intertwined her fingers together.Maybe everyone truly thought that way.That she was Damian’s weakness.That she would eventually destroy him.And perhaps…they were right.Her relationship with Damian had never started normally.She approached him with am

  • The Tyrant's Bride Vow   111. The Things We Fear

    The hallway outside Alexander Cassel’s VIP recovery room was painfully quiet.Cold white lights stretched across the polished floor, reflecting faintly against the glass walls overlooking the city. Somewhere farther down the corridor, the sound of medical equipment beeped steadily in the silence.Enola stood beside Damian, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the strap of her handbag.And across from them—Adrian Cassel stood motionless near the elevator.For a few long seconds, nobody spoke.The tension between the two brothers filled the entire hallway like smoke before a fire.Adrian looked different from the last time Enola saw him.Thinner.Sharper.More exhausted around the eyes.But colder too.Like someone who had cut himself away from everything soft in his life.His gaze shifted from Damian to Enola slowly.“You look healthier than before,” Adrian said quietly to Enola.Enola blinked slightly, caught off guard.Before she could answer, Damian cut in coldly.“What are

  • 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   66. Two Devils in Winter

    The first snow fell earlier than expected this year.Outside the windows of Cassel Mansion, soft white flakes began to cover the walkway and the tops of the pine trees lining the main gate. The north wind brought a bone-chilling cold, making the entire estate seem frozen in the evening mist.Winter

  • The Tyrant's Bride Vow   65. Seeds of Conflict

    The scent of wet earth hung in the air since morning, last night’s rain soaking the grounds of Cassel Mansion, which was now guarded twice as tightly as before. Damian stood in front of the window of the Mansion’s private lounge on the second floor, gazing at the Elysian standing majestically in th

  • The Tyrant's Bride Vow   64. Allies of Darkness

    Heavy rain fell that night, drenching the city and making the streetlights look like dull flashes that pulsed wearily.In an old warehouse near the harbour, a man in a black suit stood smoking, accompanied by three well-built men armed to the teeth.An older man emerged from inside the warehouse.

  • The Tyrant's Bride Vow   63. Shadows Behind the Trap

    The interrogation room at the Narcotics Directorate was cold—sterile—the smell of disinfectant piercing sharper than the stares of the two investigators sitting across from Enola.The white light above her head reflected off her pale skin; the dark circles under her eyes confirmed that her body ha

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