Lahat ng Kabanata ng Wedded To My Enemy: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

CELESTINAThe cold edge of my knife rested against Sevastian Ortega’s throat, hanging like a sharp edge enough to draw blood. His dark, soulless eyes stared down at me with the kind of contempt that made my skin crawl. But I didn’t flinch, I couldn’t, not in front of a man like him. He’s a tyrant wrapped in charm, a devil in diguised. If I showed even the slightest hint of weakness, I knew he would shatter me into pieces. “What the hell are you plotting?” I demanded, my voice sharp and steady despite the knot tightening in my gut. Sevastian didn’t answer right away. He just stood in front of me calmly, as if the knife at his neck was nothing more than a toy that cannot threaten his life. I hate it. I hate how composed he is while I am infuriating with rage. His dark brown eyes bore through me, making a hole in the depths of my soul.I saw his tongue poke his cheek before he spoke. “Marriage.” His deep baritone voice suddenly echoed to my ears. I blinked. For a second, I t

SEVASTIANI tightened my hold on her waist as we moved down the aisle, my eyes scanning the crowd briefly before glancing down at Celestina. Her head was tilted slightly upward, her expression one of pure bridal serenity a great facade to fool everyone. "You might enjoy this a little too much,” I murmured under my breath, just loud enough for her. My lips curled in a smirk, though I didn’t bother looking at her face.Her reply came soft and sweet, coated in mockery. “And you might find yourself wishing you’d chosen someone weaker.”Her words sent a flicker of amusement through me, unexpected but not unwelcome. I let out a low laugh, one I didn’t bother to mask. It blended perfectly with the cheers of our audience. “Oh, I chose perfectly, amore. Weakness isn’t entertaining.”Her smile sharpened, and I caught the gleam in her eyes, dangerous and intoxicating. She leaned in just enough to keep her tone private. “Good. Because I don’t intend to bore you, I only mean to destroy you.”

SEVASTIANThe weight of the gun that points at my chest makes my body feel tense not because of fear that gripped me but it was the fascination that I felt. My wife stood before me like a storm who’s ready to destroy everything, the unyielding fire in eyes did not waver, her aim was steady as if one wrong move she would pull the trigger. However, I am not afraid that she will do something. I am confident that she needs me. I leaned against the table, crossing my arms with casual confidence. “If you were trying to impress me, mi esposa, I have to admit, it’s working.”Her sharp eyes narrowed, “I’m not here to impress you, Sevastian. I’m here to make it clear. I’m not yours to control.”The defiance in her voice stirred something primal in me, a challenge I hadn’t expected but found myself eager to meet. “Is that what you think this is?” I asked, tilting my head slightly. “A battle for control?”She stepped closer, the cold steel in her hand is still fixed. “It’s not a battle, it’s

SEVASTIANThe door clicked shut behind Celestina, her scent lingering faintly in the air, a mix of sweetness and fire that matched her perfectly. I stood there for a moment, my hand instinctively brushing through my hair in frustration.What the hell just happened?She had pushed me, teased me, toyed with me,and somehow walked out of here like she was the one in control. Most people wouldn’t dare to breathe the wrong way around me, let alone pull half the stunts like she just did. Yet, Celestina didn’t flinch, not once.And for some reasons I couldn’t fully explain, I found myself smiling.She’s different, I thought, almost amused. Bold, defiant and reckless. She wasn’t afraid of me, not in the slightest and it was damn infuriating, thrilling and maybe a little dangerous.As my mind churned over her parting words, the door swung open abruptly, jolting me from my thoughts. I straightened, my expression immediately shifting to its usual cold mask.My father, Emilio, strode into the

SEVASTIANCelestina has no idea how close I am to snapping. She pushes every button, tests every boundary, and for what? To get a rise out of me? She doesn’t understand, can’t possibly understand the level of chaos she’s toying with.When I heard she got into that damn car, the one sent by our enemy, I thought I’d lose my mind. My chest still feels tight, the phantom echo of the panic I swallowed down the second I realized what she’d done. Does she even realize the danger she put herself in? The danger she put me in?Someone might have orchestrated the situation. And seeing how Celestina was calm, it only answered my suspicion. I’m not stupid, my mind instantly jumps to her father, Carson. The man who has been circling me like a vulture for years, looking for his chance to strike. If it’s the other mafia, they’d have used her against me. Tied her up, spilled her blood, made her a message to me. I grit my teeth, the sharp ache grounding me in the moment. It had to be her father