บททั้งหมดของ I Accidentally Married My Enemy : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Amara really felt like she shouldn't have shown up to this fancy event. As soon as she walked in, surrounded by people in costly and expensive clothes and fake smiles, she knew she didn't belong. She muttered to herself,”this is a bad idea,”trying to look more put together than she felt, because she knew this wasn't the kind of place for someone of low status like her. But she felt she had to be there if she wanted a shot at a job.Suddenly, she heard her name and froze, recognizing the voice instantly. She turned around slowly and there he was, her ex David, looking as annoyingly confident and perfectly dressed as ever. "David," she managed to say with a forced smile.He looked her up and down, clearly unimpressed by what he had seen."Well, this is unexpected," he said. "Didn't think you'd be invited to something like this." Amara recognized that punch right away.

Amara didn’t answer immediately. She couldn’t.Everything Adrian had just said kept replaying in her head. A fake fiancée. Paid. A few months.It sounded simple. Too simple. And that was exactly the problem.“This is a terrible idea,” she muttered again, more to herself this time.Adrian didn’t argue. Didn’t interrupt. He just stood there, watching her think about it.That somehow made it worse.“…Say something,” she finally said, looking at him.“I already did,” he replied calmly.Amara frowned. “That’s not helpful.”“It wasn’t meant to be.”She exhaled sharply. “Why me?” she asked again. “I’m not even your type.”Adrian raised a brow slightly. “And what exactly do you think my type is?” he asked.Amara paused. “…Someone less problematic,” she said honestly.That earned a small,

Amara found herself in an uneasy feeling, the moment when things had taken a turn for the worse remaining elusive. Was it the spread of the lie, a fabrication that people had begun to embrace as truth? Or perhaps it was Adrian's instant transformation. Regardless of the that,a profound exhaustion settled over her."Can we leave now?" she said in a barely audible whisper, the words escaping her lips like a sigh of resignation.Adrian, however, remained unbothered, his gaze fixed elsewhere. "Not yet," he responded, his tone, cold.Amara exhaled quietly. "My face is starting to hurt from smiling," she confessed, the strain of forcing something to make people believe."That's unfortunate," Adrian replied, a statement that offered no sympathy, only a cold acknowledgement of her discomfort.Turning to face him, Amara challenged, "That’s all you have to say?""Yes," he said.She stared at him, a silent accus

Amara didn’t move.Neither did she blink.Because the moment she saw David walking toward them,She knew.This was about to get worse.“Act natural,” Adrian said quietly.“I forgot how to do that,” she replied under her breath.“That explains a lot.”She gave him a look.“This is not the time.”“It never is with you.”Before she could respond,David stopped right in front of them.Too close.Way too close.“Well,” he said slowly,“This is… interesting.”Amara forced a smile.“Yes. Very.”David’s eyes moved between them.Carefully.Suspiciously.“You’re engaged,” he repeated.Adrian didn’t hesitate.“Yes.

Amara had made a terrible mistake.A very terrible one.And somehow,It kept getting worse.“You do realize this is insane, right?” she whispered as they walked into the restaurant.Adrian didn’t even look bothered.Always calm and straightforward.“It’s just dinner.”“With people who think we’re engaged!” “That’s usually how fake engagements work.” Adrian said.Amara glared at him.“You really enjoy stressing me,” She said.“A little.” He added.“At least you’re honest.”The restaurant was already crowded.Elegant.Loud enough to hide conversations, but quiet enough for people to notice things.And unfortunately,People noticed Adrian immediately.“Oh no,” Amara muttered.“What now?”“Everyone is stari