I Wont Marry The Enemy Prince Novels & Stories

She had seen herself smiling with so much happiness and excitement and delight as she marched down the aisle towards her dream groom. But none of these fantasies of hers were going to happen. Instead of excitement and delight, her heart was filled with dread and unease. Well, nobody could blame her because like most of the ladies in the highest echelon of power, Roselle couldn't choose whom to marry. She had mistakenly, stupidly thought she was safe from all these things because she wasn't a princess. However, she was the daughter of the most powerful noble family in the entire Empire. In the end, she couldn't escape this fate. In fact, she couldn't believe she actually had it worse than any

"I'll marry you when I grow up." The little Prince chimes as he steadies himself to walk on top of an old abandoned log. "You can't." She states simply. "A Prince should marry a Princess, and I'm not a Princess so you can't marry me." With a grunt, he hops off the wood. "My mom said I can do whatever I want when I'm already crowned as King. And I want to marry you. Simple as that." - You groan in an ugly manner as you try to pull the strings of your subconscious state back to this messed up reality we all know as life.

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.

“Miss Julia Knight, Do you take Mr. Nathan Blackwood as your beloved husband?” The officiator asked as Julia looked at the man in front of her throw her veil, wondering how she got here, never in her dreams or even nightmares did she ever think that she will be getting married to the person that she hates the most. “Do I have to do this?” She whispered to the officiator who smiled. “It is the clear procedure. Please answer” “I do.” Julia rolled her eyes and replied nonchalantly.

No one wanted me for who I was. If I was not intelligent, Chad would have dumped me ever since and here was his rival, asking me to marry him for this same reason. God! Was there something wrong with me? Something that made me unworthy of love. Tears welled up in my eyes as I spoke “I can work for you not marry you” He nodded with a bored expression. “I knew before I asked you to marry me. You are too valuable for a staff” “And you think marrying you makes me more valuable?” I asked, anger laced my voice.

The thought of leaving this hell-calling home supposed to make me happy and unleeched from the chain instead, I felt worse. I was getting married to someone I hadn't met before and the fact that they were enemies with my family, made me even more bitter. Aware of the bad blood they have with my family would make them treat me like a slave or even worse and the thought of it made me shiver. Lost in my dilemma, my elder sister spoke, "But Mom, doesn't this mean that we will be inlaws with our enemy?" Veronica asked my mother and then, a knowing evil smirk that I was used to seeing crept her lips as she sipped the glass of wine she had been holding since the beginning of this marriage discussio

All I could do was stare in shock and think of a way to buy myself more time in order not to fall on his wrath. From the look of things, especially how he reacted the first time I flinched, it was obvious that Norton didn't want me to say 'no.' He expected me to jump into this opportunity with open arms and seize it like it was the best to come. Any girl would love this. After all, marrying a prince makes one a princess and when he becomes a king, the princess graduates into a Queen. It all sounded like a dream come true. Except that this wasn't my dream. I've never wanted to be with anyone who wasn't my mate even worse, spend the rest of my life with them.

"It will be the single biggest blow you could ever deal Vince." I took a few steps back. "You're insane." "It's the ultimate revenge," Dante said, his voice a low, seductive whisper. "Imagine his face. The wife he threw away, the woman he called worthless... standing beside me. His enemy. His replacement. A queen at my side." "I'm not getting married for revenge." "Why not?" Dante’s voice was velvet over steel. "You married for love once. Look where that got you." His words stung like a whip.

I wasn’t marrying a prince. I was marrying the devil.