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70. Winter Reveals a New Face
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The Tyrant's Bride Vow 114. The Shape of a Broken Heart
The rain had stopped before dawn, but the city still looked drenched in gray.Water clung to the floor-to-ceiling windows of Spark Winery’s headquarters, turning the skyline beyond into a blur of silver lights and distorted shadows. The weather matched the atmosphere inside the boardroom perfectly.Cold.Heavy.Restless.Enola sat at the head of the long table with one leg crossed over the other, fingers lightly tapping the surface beside the stack of reports Hayle had prepared earlier that morning.Her expression remained calm.Too calm.That was what unsettled everyone the most.Across from her, several shareholders exchanged uneasy glances while Clarine sat near the end of the table with her chin lifted confidently, dressed in a cream-colored blazer that made her look elegant and harmless.But Enola knew better.Clarine was never harmless.Not when survival was involved.Not when greed was involved.Especially not when envy was involved.“She’s replacing too many old partners too q
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 113. The Most Dangerous Weakness
The morning sun spilled through the windshield in pale gold streaks while the car moved steadily down the mountain road.Enola was asleep.Her head rested against Damian’s shoulder, her hair slightly messy from the wind near the dam earlier. One of her hands still loosely held the sleeve of his black shirt like she had fallen asleep without realizing it.Damian drove with one hand on the steering wheel.Silent.Calm.But his thoughts were nowhere near calm.The road curved sharply along the mountain edge, fog still hanging low between the trees after dawn. The world outside looked cold and distant, yet inside the car, warmth lingered from the night they had shared.From the wine.From the confessions.From the way Enola had looked at him under the firelight.Damian glanced sideways at her sleeping face.His gaze softened unconsciously.“This woman…” he thought quietly. “...will either become my salvation or the knife that destroys me.”And strangely—he still could not let her go.Not
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 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
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 71. The Fall of the Main Pole
Snow fell slowly in mid-December, like cold ash covering the city. The air was piercing—harsh, sharp, and threatening, just like the Cassel family’s current situation. At Cassel Group headquarters, the morning atmosphere was gloomier than the sky outside.Damian took off his long black coat, his ja
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