Chapter One

Cassandra's POV “You’re marrying Trovian Blackwood in less than five hours.” I almost laughed. Almost. But the dead look in my father’s eyes iced it in my throat. He didn’t blink, didn’t budge, didn’t care. “You’re not serious.” My voice cracked with hope. He didn’t answer. Just stared, cold and silent, like he hadn’t just detonated the last bridge I had left standing. “Emily was supposed to get married today. But since you played the savior, how about you become the sacrifice?” He smirked. My heart thudded against my ribs, each beat sharp and ragged. “I’m not marrying a man I don’t know!” I snapped. My pulse roared in my ears like a war drum. “No one asked for your opinion, Cassandra.” He turned back to his computer, dismissing me like a fly that buzzed too loud. Like I was noisy. I forced a breath through clenched teeth, the metallic taste of fear on my tongue. “What about Mother? You can’t lie about this one. She knows that I don't want to get married. She won’t ag

Last Updated : 2025-05-07

Chapter Two

Trovian's POV The wall clock that stared back at me told me my bride was thirty minutes late. Was David planning on humiliating me today? Was this why he insisted on a grand wedding? To humiliate me in front of this many people? I maintained a stoic face as the guests murmured, wondering why the bride was late just like me. I glanced at the priest for like the seventh time in a minute and nodded at him, mouthing that the bride was still on her way even though I was no longer sure she was. My jaw tightening in anger at every second that passed by. The front door creaked open, and the whole room turned to follow the sound; a gasp ringing out in the space. They started murmuring amongst themselves, no doubt in shock. I stood, watching in awe as she walked down the aisle in the company of her father dressed in an all black flowing gown, the top of the dress fitting her like a second skin. The entire room was obviously against her choice of colour for the occasion, but I begged to diff

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Chapter Three

Cassandra’s POV With my gown clutched in trembling fists, I bolted out of the building, the sharp intake of gasps from the crowd chasing after me like ghosts. The heavy fabric dragged against my legs, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I can’t do this. I can’t marry a stranger. The words pounded in my skull, drowning out the frantic echo of my heels against the pavement. My chest burned, each breath coming in short, desperate gulps. The corset dug into my ribs, suffocating me further, but the panic wrapped around my throat was worse. A few blocks away, I finally stopped, pressing a trembling hand against my chest as if I could steady the wild thumping of my heart. It was so loud, so frantic, I half-expected it to shatter right there in my ribcage. A bench stood a few meters away, slightly worn, paint chipping at the edges. It looked as exhausted as I felt. Dragging my feet, I made my way toward it, my legs weak, my body swaying like a puppet with its strings frayed. I reached down

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Chapter Four

Cassandra’s POV Forty minutes later, I stood at the altar. White dress. New makeup. Fake smile. It was like none of it had ever happened. Like I hadn’t run away, like my father hadn’t ripped me from the streets and tossed me back into this nightmare. I didn’t know what lie my father had fed them to explain my earlier outburst, but the crowd looked serene, too serene and completely untouched by the chaos. It was like the whole thing had been a hallucination. But I could still feel the burn on my wrists. And I could feel Trovians glare like a thunderstorm on the horizon. His eyes were dark and stormy, dangerous. A loaded gun pointed directly at me. I hesitated, just for a breath. “Do you, Cassandra Jenkins, take Trovian Blackwood as your lawfully wedded husband?” the priest asked. I thought of running again. Just bolting and taking Emily with me. But where would we go? Trovian’s eyes were daring me. My father was smiling. He brought his phone to his ear. “I do,” I whisp

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Chapter Five

Cassandra's POV “I also don't like sleeping with the light on.” He said. I resisted the urge to ask him the reason. Maybe, he doesn't like staring at his partner's face while they perform the act.“Also, are you going to sleep in that? Not that I care but who sleeps in their underwear?” I raised my eyes to his face in a swift movement.“Are we just going to sleep?” I asked in shock. “I thought…”“You thought what?” He raised an eyebrow at me. “Is there anything you want us to do?” I shook my head immediately. I picked up my gown from the floor in a swift move. Using my gown to wrap myself, I headed to the bathroom.I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were sunken, my face was pale. I looked like the ghost version of myself. I wondered what the case would have been if I never returned from New York. If I hadn't returned, Emily would have been in this situation. I shook my head, not allowing myself to wonder further about what would have been.I hope that she is living her

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Chapter Six

Cassandra’s POVI clamped a hand over my mouth, desperate to smother the sound of my sobs as his voice dripped through the phone like poison.I should’ve known. Of course he had something up his sleeve. He always did. With David Jenkins, there was no hope.“What do you say?” he asked, and I could hear the smirk stretching across his smug face.I swallowed hard. My throat burned. “Okay,” I whispered, the word ripping its way out of me like broken glass. I couldn’t believe I was agreeing to this. To be a goddamn baby factory. Just another pawn in his twisted legacy.I had sworn that I’d never bring a child into this nightmare. Not when I still had scars from crawling through it myself.“It’s not like you have a choice,” he said, his voice curling into a dark chuckle that made my blood run cold.If I could reach through the phone and strangle him, I would’ve done it gladly with a smile on my face.“And also, a car will pick you up shortly to take you to meet your husband. I don’t need th

Last Updated : 2025-05-28

Chapter Seven

Cassandra’s POVI stared at the glass in his hand like it was a piece of art. The drink shimmered under the dim lights. It was deep copper, like melted pennies and lost promises. I didn’t even know drinks came in that color. It looked strong, bold and confident. Everything I wasn’t feeling tonight. It looked like something my sperm donor would enjoy.“What are you drinking?” I asked, my voice softer than I meant. My eyes met his, those damn eyes that looked too kind for this kind of night.“Manhattan,” he replied, lifting the glass to his lips again. His gaze never wavered from mine, even as he sipped.“Manhattan like the place?” I smirked, letting out a small chuckle.He laughed too, low and smooth, like jazz. “Same spelling. Different poison.” He extended the glass toward me, an unspoken dare in his expression.I hesitated, eyeing it like it was some holy grail. He watched me, amusement dancing on his face like a slow tease.Screw it.I took the glass and knocked it back in one go l

Last Updated : 2025-07-15

All Chapters of His Favorite Enemy (Ruin Me, My Love): Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven