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34. In the Shadow of Fire
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The Tyrant's Bride Vow 102. You Belong to Me
Rain fell quietly outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, soft droplets sliding down the glass like melting silver beneath the summer night lights of the city.The mansion was finally quiet.Neo and Nova had fallen asleep almost an hour ago after exhausting Luna and the two babysitters with endless crying. The twins were getting healthier lately, louder too, and somehow their tiny existence had begun changing the atmosphere inside the once cold Cassel residence.But tonight, tension still lingered heavily in the air.Enola stepped out of the bathroom slowly, steam following behind her. A thin ivory robe clung softly to her damp skin, her wet hair falling over one shoulder.The bedroom lights were dim.Damian sat on the sofa near the window wearing only black slacks and a partially unbuttoned shirt. One hand held several investigation files while the other rested against the armrest.But the moment he saw Enola—his attention left the documents entirely.His dark eyes followed her quietl
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 101. Beautiful Paranoia
Summer sunlight slipped through the thin curtains and painted long golden lines across the bedroom floor, but the room still felt strangely cold.Enola opened her eyes slowly.For a few seconds, she only stared at the ceiling in silence, trying to steady the heaviness inside her chest. The air smelled faintly of Damian’s cologne and the sheets were still tangled around their bodies from last night.Then she felt it.Damian’s arm.Heavy. Firm. Wrapped tightly around her waist even in sleep.Enola lowered her gaze.Damian was still asleep beside her, his face calmer than usual, dark hair slightly messy against the pillow. His brows were no longer tense like they usually were during the day. In sleep, he almost looked human instead of the terrifying man people feared outside these walls.Almost.Her eyes drifted to the faint bite mark near her collarbone reflected in the mirror across the room.Her cheeks warmed slightly.That man was insane.Possessive. Controlling. Dangerous.And someh
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 100. Control and Collapse
Chapter 100 — “Control and Collapse”The heat that morning pressed low over the city like something alive.Summer had settled in fully—dry, bright, suffocating. The kind of heat that made tempers shorter, patience thinner, and silence heavier.Inside Cassel Group’s headquarters, the air-conditioning worked perfectly.People didn’t.No one spoke louder than necessary. Footsteps softened. Even the usual murmur of keyboards and quiet conversations had dulled into something cautious.Because Damian Cassel was not in a mood anyone wanted to test.For two days, he hadn’t seen Enola.Two days.It shouldn’t have mattered.It did.His office door opened without a knock.“Sir—” Ethan stopped mid-step when he saw Damian standing by the window, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, one hand braced against the glass like he was holding himself there.The skyline stretched wide below them. Sunlight cut sharp lines across steel and glass.Damian didn’t turn.“What is it.”Ethan cleared his throat. “The Z
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 99. Fracture Lines
The video ended.The room didn’t.Silence pressed in from every corner, heavy and suffocating, as if the walls themselves had watched it too.Damian’s grip tightened around the phone in his hand.Once.Twice.Then he lowered it slowly, his expression settling into something far colder than anger.“Ethan,” he said without looking away from the dark screen.The call connected in seconds.“I want every camera feed pulled. Now. Full sweep of the house. Every blind spot, every entry point—check it twice.”A pause.“No. Lock the perimeter first. Then we investigate.”His tone didn’t rise.It didn’t need to.The kind of authority in his voice didn’t leave room for hesitation.“Yes, sir.”The line cut.Damian turned back to Enola.She hadn’t moved.Her arms were wrapped around herself, fingers gripping the fabric of her dress like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.“Come here,” he said quietly.It wasn’t a command.But she obeyed anyway.She crossed the space between them, slower tha
The Tyrant's Bride Vow Chapter 98. Where Fear Breathes
The door clicked shut.No footsteps. No echo. No trace of the woman who had just stood there—too close, too calm, too real.Silence rushed back into the room like nothing had happened.Enola didn’t move.The photograph was still in her hand, trembling so faintly it looked like the paper itself was alive. Her eyes stayed fixed on it—on the blurred image, on the past dragged out of its grave and thrown at her feet.Her chest tightened.One breath.Then another.Too fast.Too shallow.The air felt wrong.Cold.Too thin.Her fingers loosened, the photograph slipping from her grasp and drifting soundlessly onto the carpet. She didn’t notice. Her vision blurred at the edges, shadows creeping in like something alive, closing in.“No…” her lips moved, but the sound barely came out.Her lungs refused to cooperate. Each inhale scraped like glass.Her heartbeat pounded in her ears—too loud, too fast—like something was trying to break out of her chest.She staggered back a step, then another.The
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 97. Pressure Lines
The room was too quiet.Sunlight slipped through the thin curtains, soft and warm—too gentle for the storm sitting in Enola’s chest. The air carried the faint scent of summer, a sharp contrast to the tension that hadn’t left her since last night.The paper lay on the table.Neat.Untouched.A new copy.Enola stood in front of it, arms hanging loosely by her sides, fingers slightly curled as if they didn’t quite belong to her.Divorce Agreement.Her name was already printed there.Waiting.She reached for the pen.Slowly.Her hand hovered just above the surface.A breath in.Then another.Her fingers tightened around the pen.She lowered it—Stopped.Her hand trembled.Just enough.A flicker of something crossed her face.Not hesitation.Not exactly.Something deeper.Her grip loosened.The pen slipped from her fingers and rolled across the table, stopping just beside the edge.Enola let out a shaky breath.Her chest felt tight again.“Why is this so hard…”The whisper barely filled th
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
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 84. The Last Fire of Winter
Winter will soon come to an end. However, the snow is still falling heavily and slowly. The wind feels colder even though all this will soon be over. Some people hope that something will end quickly, such as the war that will soon be extinguished.The old airport on the southern outskirts of the ci
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