I Wont Marry The Enemy Prince の小説・ストーリー

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?"

"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 was in shock and sitting silently in the carriage shedding my tears and after some time, we all started moving towards our way. As soon as we were moving towards their way, my strength was losing. All the dreams I saw about my future and marriage had vanished. I thought of getting married to a Prince who would have power over all the empire, the strongest of all, and the one who respects people but Looking at me, I realized that I was not even left marriage material. I was about to be a prostitute of an Unbeatable, Strong, and headless prince. He was the most ruthless, heartless, and kind less person among all the empires and those were the things I heard about him.

Marrying her arch enemy is her greatest misfortune in life. Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Attribution Book cover designed by Freepik Sensual couple photo created by valuavitaly - www.freepik.com Check my other books: Love Of His Life: The Playboy Fell Head Over Heels In Love Falling In Love With Her Prince Charming Again

I yelled as I stared at his retreating body. “But dad, it’s impossible!” He chuckled deeply. “ It’s not, if you just marry the De Luca heir peacefully.” How was I supposed to marry a man whom I didn’t love? And where was I supposed to find love in two days’ time in order to save both myself and my sorry excuse for a family?

"Good boy." That clearly caught him off guard. I slapped the contract my assistant had just drawn up onto the table. "Help me finish this wedding, and that south district land is yours." "Where's Patrick?" "Dead..." He laughed happily. "Now that's what I like to hear." The two of them were equals when it came to family background—one was an elegant, aloof prince, the other a wild, rebellious bad boy. They seemed naturally incompatible, never getting along since childhood. They were famous enemies in our circle.

And the darkness in them sent an unsettling feeling inside her. “My family has enemies.” He continued. Enemies? What was this? A romance novel or organized crime documentary? “You’re joking right?.” She said. “I wish I was.” He replied. There was no smile. Neither was there sarcasm. Completely serious. Amara’s pulse fastened. “Why me?” She muttered. Adrian looked away for a moment. And somehow, that hesitation terrified her instantly. “Adrian.” She called him. His jaw tightened. Then finally,

I turned and fixed my gaze on him. "But why don't you just annul the marriage? Your supposed bride is still unmarried, right? Why can't you let go of me and get married to her instead?" I asked, blinking irresistibly as I tried to dodge his fiery gaze while he roamed his eyes over my body. "My biggest rival just declared war. And to secure a claim to the throne, I need a wife. Moreover, the enemy knows about this union already, so backing out will only make me look weak." He explained.