6. Dance and Scandal

The orchestra played, accompanying Enola and Damian’s dance, which was the centre of attention for the guests at tonight’s party. Some people were still talking about what had just happened. Tonight was supposed to be Clarine Reginald’s happy night. Still, Enola Spark came with a well-thought-out plan to steal Damian Cassel and this wedding.

“As I promised you, you will stand by my side.” Enola looked deeply into Damian’s eyes, her lips curving into a victorious smile as they continued to dance.

“You are dangerous. You know this dance will be a huge scandal, right?!” Damian’s gaze on Enola was intense, but he was also highly curious about the woman’s plans, which began to interest him.

“That is my goal, Mr Cassel. I already told you, if I’m with you, I can create a new hell for you, the king of hell.” Enola spun gracefully under Damian’s arms. Enola’s perfume spread and assaulted Damian’s sense of smell as the woman spun under his arms. Since they started dancing, Damian felt like this woman was controlling him.

Damian’s hands pressed Enola’s waist more firmly, closing the distance between them. Their lips were about to touch.

“You seem to be enjoying this moment,” Enola spoke again, starting a conversation between them. Damian’s eyes flashed with emotion.

“Because I’m dancing with trouble, and I like it.” Damian’s reply made Enola smile contentedly.

“Starting tonight, everyone will know that you... don’t belong to Clarine, but to me.” Enola’s words were firm and confident. Their dance ended dramatically with Damian almost kissing Enola before the guests.

“You won tonight, but remember, Enola, from now on, you are bound to me, whether you like it or not,” Damian whispered in Enola’s ear.

Clarine, who still couldn’t accept the reality, came to try to restore her fallen pride.

“Damian, stop this! “ Clarine’s eyes were filled with evident sadness. Damian turned to her, and his gaze turned cold and flat. Meanwhile, Enola smiled faintly.

“Clarine, this is just the beginning,” Enola whispered as she looked at the pitifully handsome Clarine.

“Our engagement? I never agreed to it.” Damian’s confession was like an arrow that hit Clarine right in the heart. The guests began whispering again, and some even laughed softly as they watched the drama unfold. Damian pulled Enola’s hand and left the ballroom. At the same time, Clarine sobbed again in the middle of the guests, his reputation ruined and his pride scattered as if his whole world had collapsed beneath his feet tonight.

Enola’s grip on Damian’s hand was firm as he dragged her to one of the luxury hotel’s presidential suites after leaving the ballroom. The guests began to gossip, and the shareholders began to show concern.

“Do you realize what you’ve done, Enola? You’ve embarrassed Clarine, your family, and me in front of everyone.” Damian’s tone was low, cold, and sharp, and his eyes flashed with emotion, ready to explode.

“That’s funny, Damian. When you looked at me on the dance floor earlier, I didn’t see the gaze of someone who was embarrassed, but rather I saw you enjoying the moment.” Enola calmly but defiantly responded to Damian’s accusation.

Enola’s provocation made Damian’s emotions rise even higher. He pinned Enola’s body against the wall and closed the distance between them. Their lips were only inches apart. Damian’s gaze turned sharp, piercing Enola’s grey eyes, slowly influencing him.

“You’re really playing with fire, Enola.” Damian’s voice was low but sharp.

“I’m not playing but lighting a fire inside you.” Enola could always find the right words to respond to Damian. Damian couldn’t hold back any longer, his lips instantly hitting Enola’s. The kiss turned passionate in an instant despite the anger in it. Enola was surprised by Damian’s attack, but she finally responded intensely.

Their kiss grew wilder as their passion continued to rise. Damian grabbed Enola’s waist and lifted her, then slammed her body onto the large suite bed. Damian’s hands began to explore every inch of Enola’s body beneath him. From behind her maroon dress, Damian could feel the magical softness of Enola’s body, making him even more excited in this dangerous game.

“You think I’ll let you control all this?” Damian warned Enola between kisses. Enola pulled on Damian’s shirt collar, the top button of which was already open, until their noses touched.

“Who said I wanted to control? I want you by my side,” Enola whispered sensually.

“You’re dangerous, Miss Spark,” Damian hissed.

“And you love it,” Enola’s lips smiled seductively. They merged, not just in lust but in a battle of egos. Every touch was a sign of ownership, every moan was a challenge answered with a deeper one.

“You drive me crazy, Enola,” Damian gasped between breaths. Enola cupped Damian’s face so that their gazes were locked together.

“Then stay crazy, but only with me.”

Damian gasped hoarsely.

“I’ve never wanted anyone like this.”

Enola whispered in Damian’s ear.

“Say that again, Damian. Let the world know that you are mine.”

**

The morning sun woke Enola from her sleep after a night of passionate lovemaking and ego battles with Damian. She turned to the other side of the bed and stared at Damian for a moment, who was still sleeping peacefully. Enola’s lips curved into a faint smile, remembering the emotional lovemaking of the night before. She tried to hold back Damian’s anger mixed with intense passion.

Enola stared at the clothes scattered on the floor around the bed. Her dress last night was torn, and Damian was angry but enthusiastic about it.

“I kept my promise, like it or not, Damian is bound to me.” Enola’s mind uttered that as she stared at Damian, who was still asleep. She went to the bathroom without wearing anything, then wrapped a towel around her body.

Several servants suddenly entered and encountered Enola, who had just exited the bathroom.

“What perfect timing,” Enola thought. The servants were surprised to see Enola, then they turned to the bed and were even more surprised to see Damian still asleep.

Not satisfied with analyzing the situation, the servants turned their attention to the clothes scattered on the floor, including Enola’s underwear.

“Sorry, miss. We knocked on the door repeatedly, but there was no answer from inside. We thought something might have happened to Mr Cassel,” one of the female servants explained as she suddenly entered.

The maid’s voice woke Damian, who rose from his reclining position while gently rubbing his eyes. Damian’s expression turned cold as he stared blankly at the maids, who were now bowing their heads.

“Sorry, Mr Cassel, we—“

A small scream cut off the maid’s words from the suite door. Everyone turned to the source of the sound. A guest who was curious about what was happening suddenly entered Damian and Enola’s suite and witnessed a scene that would later become a scandal.

“Leave what you brought here,” Damian finally gave the order.

“Please give me another change of clothes,” Enola gave another instruction. She couldn’t possibly go out in torn clothes. After providing clear instructions to the servants, they left Damian and Enola’s suite.

Damian turned to look at Enola, but instead of being angry, he just smiled faintly.

“Starting today, there is no turning back for us. You have destroyed all the exits, so the choice is to destroy each other or rise above everything.” Damian’s tone was low and threatening but sweet.

Enola stared back at Damian sharply.

“Then we will rise above everything. With me, or not at all, Damian.”