บททั้งหมดของ His Favorite Enemy (Ruin Me, My Love): บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 8

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

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

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

Cassandra’s POVI blinked awake to an empty bed, the sheets already cool where he should have been. My skull pulsed with a brutal ache, every heartbeat pounding behind my eyes.The door creaked open. A middle-aged woman stepped in, her smile warm but studied, a silver tray balanced in her hands.“How are you feeling? I brought soup to help with the hangover.” She set it down on the bedside table, porcelain clinking softly.I forced myself upright, wincing as the room swayed. “Where is Trovian?”“He left early for work.”“Work?” My voice cracked. “We’re on our honeymoon.”Her smile faltered, slipping into something almost apologetic. “I’m sorry, darling. He doesn’t do holidays.”I told myself not to care. This was a forced marriage, a cage dressed in vows. I shouldn’t expect tenderness. I shouldn’t expect anything at all. Yet disappointment curled in my chest, sharp and sour.“You do have a visitor,” she added lightly. “I told them you’d be with them shortly.” And with that, she walked