I Wont Marry The Enemy Prince นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His lips brushed my palm and every time his hot breath hit my skin, it set my nerves on fire. “What the—” I whispered, breathless. And then, with deliberate slowness, Sevastian slipped my ring finger into his mouth. My eyes widened in disbelief, my heart hammering against my chest. His teeth scraped my skin before sinking into the flesh, just enough to make me twitch from the sharp pain. I gasped, both from the sting and the bite I got from him. My entire body tensed as he bit down harder, marking me not with ink or metal, but with flesh and teeth. When he finally released my hand, my skin throbbed, the faint mark of his bite was visible against my finger. I cradle

Or for him to commend us for not fighting yet. What I didn't expect was for him to tell us that we’re about to be assigned our first official mission. My joy instantly knew no bounds, but before a word could be said, he continued. “This job is very important and critical. The basics of it is that you two are gonna get married and act as husbands for the duration the mission would hold.” As those words echoed through my mind, I almost fainted from shock in that very moment.

"Fifteen days until election. You need a husband to claim the crown. I need Darius to suffer. We marry. You become Queen. I watch him lose everything he stole from me. Then you annul the marriage. Send me away. I don't need to be King." He steps closer. I can smell him now. Forest, smoke and blood. "I just need him to not be. I need him to know he lost. I need him to see your face when you take everything from him." I look at the trucks behind him. Three. Black. Armed men watch from inside. This is real. This is happening. I am standing in the dark with a stranger who wants to marry me. My husband wants to steal my son. I am a Princess. Nothing makes sense anymore.

Here, every strike was meant to kill. “You shouldn’t be here.” I turned to see the scarred warrior from earlier, the one who had summoned me to the council. His eyes were hard, his stance aggressive. “Why not?” I asked, forcing steel into my voice. “Because you shouldn’t. There’s no demand for your kind.” The words were a dagger, but I forced myself to hold his gaze. “I belong as much as Warren says I do.” His lips curled in disgust. “You’re an omega. You’ll never be one of us.”

And in that moment— Seraphina Vale realized the most terrifying part of everything wasn’t that she had married her enemy. It was that she might not be the enemy at all. Just the battlefield.

The chandelier light suddenly felt colder. Sienna looked up at her husband, a man she’d married to save a company, a man she was no longer entirely sure she understood as simply an enemy, and felt, for the first time, real fear about what they might be uncovering together.

"She can't hold a block without applauding herself for it as I observed from afar." "At least he's on my side," I said. "No." Shirley smiled. "He goes easy on you. That isn't the same thing as teaching you to survive." "She's right," Kyle said, shrugging. "War is crueler than you can imagine. You should listen to me." I almost laughed. The whiplash was unreal. This man had literally canceled his own wedding to declare his love for me, and now here he stood at Shirley's shoulder, pushing me to train with the woman who had poisoned my father.

Dangerously happy. “You’re taking her side?” “Absolutely.” I narrowed my eyes. “I thought marriage meant loyalty.” “It does.” “Then?” Damian walked over and took the crown from my hands. For one beautiful second, I thought he was saving me. Then he placed it directly on my head. My mouth dropped open. Betrayal. Pure betrayal. “There.” Lily clapped excitedly. “Perfect.” I glared at Damian. “We need to discuss our marriage.” His eyes sparkled. “Later.”