I Wont Marry The Enemy Prince นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"That wasn't a surprise, Isla. It was strategy." "Strategy?" "To make them believe." He stopped just inches away, close enough that she caught the subtle spice of his cologne. "Unless you would prefer the world sees this marriage for the farce it is?" Her breath hitched. "There are other ways—" "None as convincing." His gaze dropped to her mouth. "And none that infuriate Nate quite so effectively." The mention of her ex was a slap. Isla stiffened, but Damien wasn't finished. “God I hate this.” She whispered.

And somewhere along the way, we both started to want a life beyond the battlefield—something like a home of our own. The decree of reward and the marriage edict spread through the capital at the same time. On the day before my wedding, news came that Yuvan had taken his own life. I looked up at the birds flying freely across the sky, and could only think how unpredictable life truly was. I hoped that in his next life, he would live more simply and happily, and that he would never again let hatred take control of his entire existence.

I bit the inside of my cheeks to stop myself from flaring up, if I did that, it would mean I had let Elion take the upper hand, which means I let him win “Has no one ever taught you not to underestimate your enemies?” Something dark and deadly flickered over his face, his gaze panned over me as if I was something to be disposed of. I refused to be intimidated, so I stood higher on my heels and squared my shoulders, letting a sweet, smile curl on my lips Elion let out a scornful laugh so full of ice, it could rival the artic “Has anyone ever taught you not to marry your enemies?" He shot back with a wicked smile that promised no good Mine curved wider “I look forward to working with you, dear

All eyes turned to me the beautiful bride. I kept my chin level. My steps were measured, graceful years of my mother’s quiet lessons about dignity in the face of humiliation serving me now in ways she never intended. Walk like you chose this. Walk like you aren’t terrified. Walk like the Okoye name still means something in this room. It didn’t. That was the whole point. The Bellingtons had made sure of that. Forced into a marriage with my enemy’s son, I had told myself that hate would protect me. That I could walk through those doors, say the words, sign my name, and feel nothing. That the cold wall I’d built around myself would hold. 

Instead, he was being… nice. I opened my mouth to refuse. To push him away. To remind myself that this was all part of the plan. But then I stopped. This was perfect. If Adrian wanted to rewrite the rules of our marriage, I would let him. The more attached he became, the harder the fall would be. All I had to do was play along. A smile curved across my lips. Mischievous. Deliberate. "Why not?" I said. Adrian's expression flickered with surprise, then relief, then something darker, something that made my pulse quicken.