I Wont Marry The Enemy Prince นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"He is... he is worse than the stories. He looks at me like I'm a horse he's thinking about putting down." Armano stood over me. He was a wall of black, blocking out the light from the torches. "He is the King's heir," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "Until the marriage." "The marriage is not happening," I snapped, looking up at him. "I will crawl through the sewers before I let that man touch me again. I will set the castle on fire with me inside it."

"A restaurant. Neutral ground. Somewhere public enough that she feels safe." "When?" "Tomorrow evening. Seven o'clock. Maren's corner table." Marcus wrote it down. "Through her father or directly?" "Directly." Flat. Final. "She's going to be my wife. Not his delivery." Marcus moved toward the door. "She'll come in angry," Damien said. Marcus stopped.

"Then why would a man who's spent three years making sure you lost every fight at that table suddenly drop everything to marry you the same morning your actual fiancé abandons you?" I didn’t have an answer. I’d been so fixed on the immediate arithmetic, no groom, two hundred guests, three hours, that I hadn’t thought to ask why. Why the one man who should’ve wanted nothing to do with my humiliation had said yes before I’d even finished the sentence. “Maybe he just hates me enough to enjoy it,” I said. Though even as I heard myself say it, it sounded thinner than it had an hour

"Are you seriously telling me... that to save your friendship I'm supposed to marry him?" ​Zane let out a cold, harsh laugh, his tone dripping with pure disgust. "In your dreams, Ryan. I wouldn't marry you if you were the last person on Earth and the survival of the world depended on it" ​The silence that followed was heavy. The two fathers looked at each other, then back at their sons. The war was just beginning. . . . ​TO BE CONTINUED...🤍

He's cold, he's this and that. Truly he's all that, but he doesn't wanna give his stepbrother any ammo to pull one over him so he had to accept marrying princess Kara of Mey kingdom since he was incapable of having a mate. His enemies called him cursed since having a mate was something crucial in their world but he searched and couldn't find her so marrying princess Kara Mey was without choice.

he moves closer to her and he clenches her hand. "Then, tell me what I don't know because you make me think, you don't want to marry me. Your actions, your resistance, you keep looking for excuses all the time and I'm sick and tired of it." "Your Father, the king, will never bless this union always keep this in mind." "Why?. You told me after the marriage of the Prince and the Princess things would be easier. I love you Edmonton, you are the man I want to spend the rest of my life with"

Mom said dreamily. I balled up my fists. “I am not getting any dresses here. I am not his bride," I said, turning on my heels towards the doorway. A wave of guilt flooded my brain as realization dawned on me. I have been swept away by the breathtaking view of this boutique, that I almost forgot I was married. Married to Tony, and planning to marry Bernard Veritas. I couldn't do it. I was about to run out when a firm hand gripped my shoulder.

"You need protection. Marcus is vindictive. He will hunt you down. He will sue your father into bankruptcy for the breach of the wedding contract. Unless..." "Unless I belong to someone more powerful than him," Lila finished, the realization dawning on her. "Exactly." Adrian leaned down, bracing his hands on the mattress on either side of her hips, trapping her again. "Marry me. We play the part of the lovestruck couple who couldn't help themselves. We turn the scandal into a romance. The media loves a 'forbidden love' story more than a tragedy." "And what do you get out of it? Besides the merger?"

"The fact that you love another woman. I didn't want this marriage either. I never wanted to be married to you. I should have known this was going to happen when you didn't show up for the wedding..." "You..," he started trying to cut me off but I wasn't having it. "I let you speak, didn't I? It's my turn now. The both of you suit each other perfectly," I retorted. "Do you have any idea who you are talking to? I can get rid of you with a snap of my fingers," he growled in a threatening tone. "I won't let you disrespect me because you are the prince of Devontae. Can you even be considered a prince? You aren't even being given the same treatments as your brothers instead you were outcasted bec

Myaeb would have helped Enoch's business better than his son, who was currently ruining everything with his poor decisions. "Did you just decide to marry me? We've never met, and in no world is that normal," she threw back at me. I had not expected her to get confrontational with me. I lean in and shake my head. "I guess I am not normal, right?" I smirk, and she looks at me unimpressed by my choice of words. "At least not according to the rumours." "You want to know a lot, but the truth is that the less you know, the safer you are," I say. It's too early to let her know she was going to work against her family. "I am your husband now, and that is all that matters."