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11. The Tyrant's Wedding
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The Tyrant's Bride Vow 114. The Shape of a Broken Heart
The rain had stopped before dawn, but the city still looked drenched in gray.Water clung to the floor-to-ceiling windows of Spark Winery’s headquarters, turning the skyline beyond into a blur of silver lights and distorted shadows. The weather matched the atmosphere inside the boardroom perfectly.Cold.Heavy.Restless.Enola sat at the head of the long table with one leg crossed over the other, fingers lightly tapping the surface beside the stack of reports Hayle had prepared earlier that morning.Her expression remained calm.Too calm.That was what unsettled everyone the most.Across from her, several shareholders exchanged uneasy glances while Clarine sat near the end of the table with her chin lifted confidently, dressed in a cream-colored blazer that made her look elegant and harmless.But Enola knew better.Clarine was never harmless.Not when survival was involved.Not when greed was involved.Especially not when envy was involved.“She’s replacing too many old partners too q
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 113. The Most Dangerous Weakness
The morning sun spilled through the windshield in pale gold streaks while the car moved steadily down the mountain road.Enola was asleep.Her head rested against Damian’s shoulder, her hair slightly messy from the wind near the dam earlier. One of her hands still loosely held the sleeve of his black shirt like she had fallen asleep without realizing it.Damian drove with one hand on the steering wheel.Silent.Calm.But his thoughts were nowhere near calm.The road curved sharply along the mountain edge, fog still hanging low between the trees after dawn. The world outside looked cold and distant, yet inside the car, warmth lingered from the night they had shared.From the wine.From the confessions.From the way Enola had looked at him under the firelight.Damian glanced sideways at her sleeping face.His gaze softened unconsciously.“This woman…” he thought quietly. “...will either become my salvation or the knife that destroys me.”And strangely—he still could not let her go.Not
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 88. The Silent Ruins Among Us
Damian’s situation.At the hotel.Spring was slowly stirring outside the window of the hotel where Damian was staying. Rain had been falling since dawn, wetting the glass balcony that opened onto the city. Damian had just finished a meeting with Moreau-Europe investors when he returned to his offi
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 87. The First Crack in Spring
The spring breeze slowly entered through the crack in Damian’s office window, carrying the scent of cherry blossoms that had just bloomed in the Cassel Manor courtyard. However, among the beautiful colors of spring, one thing felt strange—a coldness that did not come from the weather. That coldness
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 86. The Broken Spring
Spring arrived with temperatures that were still bitterly cold. Still, the branches in the Moreau family mansion’s yard were beginning to show their first green buds. The morning air was filled with the damp scent of thawing soil, and the wind carried magnolia scent from the east side of the yard.
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 85. Cracks in Peace
The guests screamed. The sound of chairs falling echoed. Lights shook the ceiling. Damian immediately grabbed Enola and covered her entire body with his own.“Enola, don’t look at anything,” he whispered coldly and tensely.Bullets whizzed past and hit the marble pillars a few meters away from them
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