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112. The Place I Return To
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2026-05-19 11:04:03
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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 51. Shadows, Legacy, and Slowly Burning Fire
It had been two days since Damian told Enola about someone following her. However, Damian didn’t tell her everything, only mentioning that “something was suspicious.”Enola held her growing belly, her heart anxious.“Then someone is targeting me... what about this baby?” She squeezed the blanket
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 49. In the Looming Shadow
Ever since someone spied on her at the Elysian project, Enola no longer felt safe. Fear seemed to become a close friend that never left her side.Every little sound made her turn her head. Every step behind her made her heart leap.When she sat in the Elysian temporary office, her hands trembled sl
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 48. The Scent of the Sea and Traces of Old Blood
Since returning from Adrian’s staged accident, Damian has once again taken on a huge responsibility—the expansion of the Cassel Group into Central Europe.Endless meetings, negotiations, and video conferences.Alexander entrusted the project entirely to Damian, and Damian worked flawlessly... but
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 47. Wounds That Are Difficult to Heal
Enola underwent intensive examination. Her baby was safe, but still in a fragile condition. The accident she had suffered caused injuries severe enough to require several more days of recovery in the hospital.The doctor advised her.“Avoid stress. Avoid emotional shock. And... avoid fear. “ Howe
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