Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Favorite Enemy (Ruin Me, My Love): Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 6

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. It was the kind of look that didn’t blink, didn’t budge, didn’t care. A look that had buried souls without ever touching a shovel.“You’re not serious.” My voice cracked with something ugly hope. Starved, dying, pitiful 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?”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. Just background static in his kingdom of power plays and polished lies.I forced a bre

Cassandra's POVI ran.Not for hope. Not for freedom. Just to survive the moment.The gown tangled around my legs like an anchor, dragging me down with every step. The corset constricted my chest, each breath shallow and desperate. My heels struck the pavement with a rhythm that echoed my panic…a constant, jagged beat. The world spun around me, the faces of onlookers blurring into nothing. I didn’t care. I couldn’t stop.I didn’t know where I was going, didn’t know what would happen next. All I knew was that I had to keep running away from the altar, away from the man who had been chosen for me, away from my father's suffocating grip.Then, suddenly…“Ma’am, you have to come with us now.”The voice cut through my racing thoughts. I looked up, breath hitching, my body still screaming for rest. A man in a black suit stood before me, the gleam of an earpiece visible beneath his short-cropped hair. One of his.Panic exploded in my chest, hot and suffocating, curling around my heart like a

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