I Wont Marry The Enemy Prince Novels & Stories

His body was well built like a warrior, broad shoulders, stoned body but I couldn't see his face because my face was covered with the veil. All I knew was I couldn't deny what he asked because he was the King and he did hold power to smash everyone and I didn't want it at any cost. "What the hell are you saying Gulaab? You know he is our Enemy and belongs to the different territory and Religion." My brother came to me.\ I looked at him. I couldn't tell and explain anything to him. I couldn't tell the reason to him. The tears fell off my eyes. "I know Bhai saheb. But, please try and understand. I want to marry him...Please!" I begged him. My heart was crying aloud with the fact that that man

Except, Lilly had to be the only woman on this planet that would refuse to marry because of my fortune. Challenge accepted. After all, strategy was my strength.

Even after Rohan’s father passed away, the enmity was passed down to him. For as long as I could remember, even in the ten years before I left, he’d been nothing but an enemy, our family’s enemy. War broke out whenever their packs met. Now Father wanted me to marry him? “You’ll make him fall in love with you,” Father said.“Then destroy him. Break him so completely that his pack falls to its knees. That will be your redemption.” I gaped at him. “Marriage? To an enemy Alpha?” He laughed coldly. “You can’t do it, can you? Still that weak little girl begging for love?”

I turn towards him with a frown. “And what do you think of this Prince?” he asks, leaning against the bar and raising a brow at me. “No interest in marrying him?” “Obviously not,” I say, appalled at the idea. “One, because I love my boyfriend, and two,” I swallow hard, suddenly parched, “what kind of loser needs his dad to organize a game so he can get married?” The stranger huffs out a laugh, his eyes narrowing.

“Do you realize you’re still in kindergarten? Until you leave kindergarten and finish college, you can’t get married.” “Daddy has to marry me.” “He won’t. He already has a wife.” “Then who will?” “Princess, you’re going to get married someday. Your knight is going to come someday.” “Knight?” “Yes.” Her eyes widened. “The knight like in Cinderella and Barbie movies?” Marcel nodded. “So I’m going to get married to a knight? A knight in shining armor?” “Of course. Daddy won’t let you marry any ordinary man. But you have to grow up first.”

If that hadn’t happened, I wouldn’t have bumped into a scene I should never have witnessed and ended up in an unknown land with human-hating folks. How can one convince someone like the king monster born with so much dark blood that we are not his enemy? He wakes daily to remind himself why a war against the human race must exist. My heart feels heavy just imagining what our end will be like. I find myself being scared for my friend back at home and innocent families who could one day fall victim to these monsters' claws, just like I did. There has to be something I can do to put an end to this madness. Marrying him seems to be the only option. The thought of being married to such a terrible

[ Blaze ] The second step of my plan succeeded today. I made a permanent place in my enemy’s life. Although I have to marry the spoiled princess of Mathew, I am ready to tolerate her useless tantrums if it means destroying my enemy gradually. He snatched everything from my family, our business, our properties, our home and most importantly our happiness.

It had made us prisoners in a house we never wanted, married us to each other when we were supposed to be enemies, and handed Karem a leash he'd been pulling on since the day we signed. "What happens now?" I asked. "What happens when there's nothing left for him to take?" Damien crossed the room and stood in front of me. He didn't touch me, didn't reach for me, just stood there close enough that I could feel the heat coming off him in the cold room. "We take it back," he said. "We take her back. We take everything back. And then we burn that contract and everyone who ever used it against us." "And if we can't?"

Her eyes moved toward another document. "What is this?" Her uncle hesitated. "What?" He sighed. "This is why you were sent to the Blackwoods." Her entire body went still. "My father forced me to marry Alexander because of the business alliance." "That was the excuse." Her uncle's face hardened. "Richard never wanted that marriage." Her heart pounded. "He wanted access to Blackwood." Arabella slowly shook her head. "No..." "He wanted you inside their home." The word hit her like ice. "Your marriage was part of a mission."

“We may despise your father in the pack, but we wouldn’t hurt you because of that fact. No, but you are part of the payback. I mean, what’s a better slap in the face than having the enemy get your daughter with pups?” I felt equal parts of relief and disgust. Sure, he wouldn’t physically hurt me, but the thought of being a pawn for the rest of my life already put me into mental anguish. “I-I . . .“ I fumbled with the words, nerves striking me dumb. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.” “What? To marry the enemy? I’ll let you back out if you want to. Go back to your loving dear old father and live in the precious luxury tower you’ve been kept in . . . if you want to.”