บททั้งหมดของ Wedded To My Enemy: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

CELESTINATwo days.It had been two long, suffocating days since Sevastian brought Priscilla and Natasha into this so-called ‘safe house.’Yet, there was nothing safe about being trapped inside the home of my enemies. The air was thick with unspoken threats, and every glance thrown my way felt like a dagger poised to kill me at any moment of time.I didn’t trust a single soul here, except for my own. Which are the three wolves they brought here. However, Kai, Lilia, and Mateo still hadn’t woken up. Their unconscious forms haunted me, tethering me to a reality I couldn’t escape. Every morning, I visited their rooms, hoping for a miracle, for one of them to open their eyes and assure me that I wasn't fighting this battle alone.Tonight was no different. I moved through the dimly lit hallway, my steps silent as a ghost’s. The scent of expensive cigars and aged wood filled the air, but none of it masked the underlying tension that thickened with every breath.Just as I reached for th

CELESTINAI stared at Sevastian like a deadpan, his grip on my jaw still firm, his fingers pressing into my skin as if he could control me through sheer force."Do you think this is fun?" He demanded, his voice edged with something I couldn’t quite decipher — anger, frustration, or maybe anger? But angry about what? With divorce? It’s too ironic if he says he loves me. Well, I don’t know. Because I know Sevastian is the type of man who doesn’t know the word ‘love’.I didn’t flinch on his whim. Instead, I met his fury head-on. “And who says I’m joking?”His nostrils flared, his eyes darkening into a storm of emotions. He looked like he wanted to shake me, force me to take back what I said.But before he could, Priscilla stepped forward and wrenched his shoulder back, her grip firm, and her face impassive."Let her go before I do something you won’t like," she warned, her voice low, cold.Sevastian’s jaw clenched, his entire body coiled like a predator ready to pounce, but eventuall

CELESTINAI swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing myself to breathe past the ache in my chest. The weight of Sevastian’s words still pressed against my ribs, but I refused to acknowledge it, because I know. The moment I recognize the pain the more it will break me. I wanted this to happen, I blurted it out on his face and I wouldn’t take it back.“Yes,” I said, my voice much more steady now. “I wanted this.” I added, making Natasha flinched slightly, but her expressions were still unreadable. Priscilla, on the other hand, merely raised a brow, waiting for me to continue.“And I have no plans to take my words back.”Because I know what's waiting for me if I return to Valeztina. I turned to face Priscilla, lifting my chin. I looked at her with full seriousness.“If I die,” I said, with a firmness in my tone. “Promise me something.”Priscilla tilted her head, her sharp gaze narrowing slightly, but she remained silent."And what might that be?" she asked.“Promise me you will do e

CELESTINAAlcohol buzzed through my veins, warm and heady, dulling the sharp edges of my mind. I wasn’t sure how many drinks we had gone through, but it was enough to make the walls sway slightly as I stumbled my way back to my room.I pressed a hand against the cold surface of the wall for balance, my other hand reaching blindly in front of me. Just a little more. My thoughts slurred together, but I forced myself forward.One step. Then another."You can do this," I mumbled under my breath, as if sheer determination alone would keep me upright.I had barely lifted my foot when an arm slung itself around my shoulders, almost knocking me off balance."You sneaky little bitch," Natasha’s voice whispered in my ear, her weight pressing against me. "How dare you leave me there?"I turned my head slightly, blinking through the haze to look at her. Her usually sharp eyes were droopy, her expression loose with intoxication. It was rare, almost unbelievable to see Natasha like this, strip

CELESTINAClick!The sharp snap of the lock sent a thrill down my spine.Sevastian’s arms were still around me, his presence firm and tough, instead of pulling away, I held him tighter.Maybe it was because of the alcohol clouding my thoughts. The heat is still lingering in my veins from my recent conversation with Natasha. Or maybe it was simply because it was him.The moment my body touched his, heat coiled inside me, it was thick and unquenchable. The sensation grew worse, it became stronger when my fingers brushed over the coolness of his skin in his neck. A dangerous contrast between fire and ice. Or maybe, Natasha was right. I was a bitch in heat, that once I felt his touch I couldn’t help but to feel a tingle sensation between my thighs. And I was starting to lose my head, his strong perfume is like a temptress to my lustful desire towards him. Before I could even process what was happening, Sevastian moved.In one swift motion, he threw us onto the bed. His body above mi