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111. The Things We Fear

Author: Monica Wild
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-05-17 22:49:13

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 s
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  • 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   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   58. Blood Pawn

    Heavy rain fell on the city of Cassel, drenching the glass windows of the penthouse where Enola stood, gazing at the city lights that flickered like a pack of predatory eyes. Damian stood behind her, his arms wrapped around Enola’s waist, his body warm and dominant as if he wanted to mark his terri

  • The Tyrant's Bride Vow   57. The Poisened Heir

    Cassel Mansion became an emergency headquarters as soon as Alexander was found unconscious in the dining room, his mouth foaming, his breathing almost stopped. Damian had been in the hospital since that night—his face tense, his eyes dark, his jaw clenched.As soon as Alexander was declared comatos

  • The Tyrant's Bride Vow   56. The Vendrake Shadow

    Alexander Cassel never liked uninvited guests, especially women like Enola Spark, who always arrived bringing a storm with her. But when his office door opened, and Enola stepped inside wearing a simple black dress and exuding the aura of a queen of hell, Alexander knew:This was no ordinary visit

  • The Tyrant's Bride Vow   55. The Black Queen’s First Blood

    Spark Winery was still reeling from the aftermath of the fire. Workers bustled among the charred grapevines, their supervisors shouting instructions for recovery. But on the top floor of the administration building, Enola Spark sat calmly, almost too calmly, staring at her laptop screen displaying

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