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I’ve just released a new book titled “Married to My Father’s Enemy.” It follows Ikkohafina and her dangerously captivating husband—her father’s best friend, turn enemy, now her husband. A forbidden, intense, erotic, slow-burning story filled with tension, desire, spicy bedroom actions, and everything in between. If you loved No Saints, you will definitely love this one. I’ll be attaching a free chapter for you to read and enjoy. If it pulls you in (and I know it will), don’t hesitate to go search for the full book and dive deeper into their story.

Chapter 91 : Irresistible Desires Their bodies were too close, enough for them to feel the heat of each other. Their heavy breathing mixed in the humid air, creating a frantic melody that echoed in their ears. When their lips met, it was like an electric shock that ran through their bodies. She fought the attraction for a moment, but the magnetic force that drew them together was irresistible.

She proceeded to dip it into herself. This used to be so enjoyable, so electric. But now all I saw was memories of her. That weakling. That enemy. That Bluewinter. "Yen..." I muttered, not listening to myself. "What?" Lysandra pulled back. I did not think she heard me as well. The door opened with a bang. It was Sheara, Lysandra's mother. She looked so angry. Darius was peeping from behind her, probably judging us right there. "Quit this romance at once. We have a problem." Sheara said. "Runaways!"

"Did Soren touch you like this? Did he make you feel owned?" I shake my head, unable to form words, but the denial feels weak even to me. Soren's touch had been exploratory, curious, while Evren's is claiming, possessive. Both awaken something in me, something I'm only just beginning to understand. "Such a liar," Evren murmurs, his fingers finally slipping beneath the hem of my skirt. His skin is cool against my heated flesh, and I gasp as his fingers trace the edge of my panties. "But that's alright. I like liars. They're so much more fun to break."

A defeated princess. And then I made the mistake of letting my eyes move. He was standing to the king’s right—exactly where a first prince should stand. Tall, calm, and dressed in quiet authority. The aura around him screamed power. He looked exactly the way he had the very first time I ever saw him, before I knew what kind of man he truly was. My lover. No, that word didn’t fit anymore. My archenemy. The man who had once pressed his lips to my temple in the dark and whispered that he would love me until the world ended. The same man who helped burn my country to the ground.

She was like an angel captured in the devil's bed. A willing angel in the devil's bed. Mine. I’d never give her up. I didn’t give a fuck who I’d have to ruin or kill. She was my perfection. The best part was that she’d let me because she wanted to be mine. My enemies called me the Villainous Kingpin. The devil in a three-piece-suit. She just called me hers. She loved me, just the way I was. And God knew I loved her just the way she was. My most beautiful perfection.

They peeled off her body and floated into the air like glowing smoke. I stared ahead at the fireplace where she had been staying and the book was there, fettered to the tree. The chains surrounding it wriggled and snapped before it clattered to the ground. I marched toward the book, my heart slamming hard as I walked toward it. I bent but my fingers trembled a few feet away from it, if she wasn't truly dead and I held the book, I would disintegrate. I angled my head toward her corpse again, she remained unmoving. I exhaled deeply and grabbed the book, closing my eyes firmly and waiting for the pain to course through my frame. There was no pain, there was nothing. My eyes snapped open and I s

he warned, his voice low. "Outside of this paper, you're still my enemy. We aren't friends, Zane." ​"Yeah, whatever. Enemy, rival, stranger pick your favorite label," Zane rolled his eyes, though there was a flicker of something like hurt in his gaze that he quickly masked. "But, at least around our parents, try not to look like you hate my guts. We need them to believe we’re happy so they stop poking into our business. Shouldn't fake love at least look halfway real?"