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The Tyrant's Bride Vow 123. The Cost of Being Untouchable
Enola spent the entire morning moving from one meeting to another.The accident yesterday had barely slowed her down.The bandage on her forehead remained hidden beneath her neatly styled hair, but the dull ache behind her eyes still lingered every now and then.She ignored it.There were more important things to deal with.Spark Winery had survived too many storms for her to stop now.Especially not when Clarine was waiting for her to make a mistake.By noon, Enola arrived at one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city.A private lunch.Three potential partners.Two investors.One distribution company interested in expanding Spark Winery's products into several international markets.Exactly the kind of opportunity Enola had spent years building toward.The lunch went smoothly.Professional.Productive.Strategic.At least until her attention drifted toward the opposite side of the restaurant.And froze.Victor.Her eyes narrowed slightly.Victor sat near the glass wall overloo
The Tyrant's Bride Vow Chapter 122 — The Trap Closes
The moment Enola stepped into Spark Winery's headquarters, everyone fell silent.Not because she was late.Not because she had just been discharged from the hospital.But because she still had a white bandage across her forehead.The injury hadn't softened her appearance.If anything, it made her look more dangerous.The sound of her heels echoed across the marble floor.Sharp.Steady.Unhurried.Luna walked beside her carrying several files while Hayle followed behind.Employees immediately lowered their heads.Nobody dared stop her.Nobody dared ask questions.Everyone had already heard about the accident.Everyone knew someone had tried to attack Madam Spark.And everyone knew Enola had survived.Again."Madam."Hayle finally spoke as they entered the private elevator."The directors are already inside."Enola nodded."And Clarine?"Hayle's expression tightened."She's been busy."That earned a small smile from Enola.The elevator doors closed."What did she do?"Hayle exhaled."Sh
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 121. The Devil's Bargain
The black SUV sped through the empty highway.Rain clouds gathered above the city.Inside the car, Neo and Nova had fallen asleep in their child seats after crying themselves exhausted.Luna sat beside them, occasionally checking their condition.Meanwhile, Enola sat in the front passenger seat.Her gaze remained fixed on the road ahead.Silent.Thinking.Clarisse's words still echoed inside her head."I don't want love anymore.""I want security."Enola understood that feeling more than anyone.Because she had once lived her entire life chasing the same thing.Security.A place she could call hers.A position no one could take away.A future she could control.The difference was that Enola had Damian.Clarisse had no one.And people with nothing left to lose were often the most dangerous.Her phone vibrated.Damian.Enola answered immediately."Where are you?"His voice sounded tense."We're heading home.""Any problems?"Enola glanced at the rear-view mirror.For the first time—she
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 120. The Price of Fear
"Madam!"Luna's voice cracked through the phone.Enola shot up from her chair.For a second, her heart seemed to stop beating."What happened?""Neo and Nova aren't in their room."The world went silent.Completely silent.Damian, who had been standing near the window, immediately turned around.His eyes met Enola's.Her face had gone pale."What do you mean they're not there?" Enola asked quietly."I only stepped out for a few minutes to receive a report from Hayle. When I came back, the babysitter said they were gone."The phone nearly slipped from Enola's hand.Damian was already beside her."What happened?"Enola looked up at him."Neo and Nova are missing."For the first time since their marriage, Enola watched the color drain from Damian's face.Not anger.Not coldness.Fear.Real fear.**Twenty minutes later, the entire mansion was in chaos.Guards rushed in and out.Ethan was answering calls nonstop.The babysitter was crying.Luna kept reviewing security footage.Damian stoo
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 119. Ghosts Don’t Stay Buried
The house was too quiet.Not abandoned quiet.Occupied quiet.The kind that made every sound feel wrong.Damian slowly stepped in front of Enola the moment the footsteps echoed upstairs. His arm instinctively moved slightly in front of her waist, shielding her without even looking back.“Stay behind me,” he said calmly.Enola noticed it immediately.Not control.Not dominance.Protection.That subtle difference did something strange to her chest.The old wooden floor creaked beneath Damian’s shoes as they moved deeper into the dark house. Moonlight slipped weakly through cracked windows, barely illuminating the hallway.The air smelled old.Dust.Rain.And faint perfume.Feminine.Enola’s heels clicked softly behind Damian. The sound blended with the distant storm outside.Another floorboard groaned upstairs.Someone had definitely been here.Recently.Damian’s expression hardened. He reached inside his coat slowly, fingers brushing the handgun secured beneath his jacket.Enola lowere
The Tyrant's Bride Vow Chapter 118 — The Things Buried With Fire
The penthouse felt too quiet.Rain tapped softly against the glass walls while the city lights below flickered like distant embers. Somewhere behind them, the fireplace crackled low, but even that warmth couldn’t soften the tension filling the room.Enola sat on the edge of the sofa with Hayle’s rescued laptop resting on her thighs.The screen glowed against her pale face.Damian stood near the minibar, one hand inside his pocket, the other holding a glass untouched for the past ten minutes.Neither of them spoke.The file remained open between them like a wound.A transfer document.An old transaction.Illegal funding.The sender wasn’t Reginald.Wasn’t Clarine.Wasn’t Victor.It was the name of Clarisse’s adoptive family.And beneath the approval section—Alexander Cassel’s signature.Enola slowly lifted her eyes toward Damian.“Your father knew about this…”The words settled heavily in the room.Damian’s jaw tightened slightly.Not angry.Not cold.Just… shaken.That alone felt unf
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Snow thickened along the road leading to the Cassel family residence, blanketing the city in a silence-shattering white. The air was bitterly cold, but the underground war between Adrian and Clarisse was heating up.On the other side of the world, a darker storm was brewing—a storm that Adrian hims
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
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