I Wont Marry The Enemy Prince Novels & Stories

he said. I nodded and went out of his study room. Okay, I am getting married to the man I don't know but I do know something. He is our enemy. *** How do you like this chapter?

“I love your passion, wife. And I think we’ve answered the question of whether or not we’ll be able to make ourselves go through with this, yes?” Akari felt a blush starting again and closed her eyes tightly, overcome with embarrassment. She nodded her head stiffly. And the prince dropped one more kiss on her lips. “Good. Then I’ll go and give them our answer. And I’ll see you at our ceremony.” Akari lay in stunned silence as the prince levered himself up with a groan. She gazed up at him then opened her eyes and sat up only to see the prince’s massive erection on a level with her face. God, what had she done? Had she really agreed to marry this man? This Werewolf Prince? It would certainly

“ I-I-I am not doing a shotgun wedding! I don’t even know if I want to get married right now! I’m still ACTING! I have contracts! Schedules! A movie coming up—” Gloria gasped. "You can still act, sweetheart.” “I’m playing a warrior queen!” Veronica shrieked. “A pregnant warrior queen is not in the script!” Cassie hugged her tighter. “It’s okay. We’ll figure it out.” Nikolai leaned his elbow on the table. “I’m just saying,” he drawled, “it would prevent the media from having a field day.” Veronica stiffened. “…media?” Slowly and painfully, she turned her head to Adrian.

Five rings later. I hadn't scored a single point. The stall owner smiled politely. "Better luck next time." I folded my arms. "This game is definitely rigged." A familiar voice spoke behind me. "No." "It's your aim." I froze. “It's Damein.” The stall owner laughs. "Sir." "Help your girlfriend." We both freeze, both answer together. "She's not my girlfriend." "He's not my husband." Lily laughs. Damien picked up a ring. One throw. Perfect.

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. 

Damian Cross was my father's most promising lieutenant. To earn the right to marry me, he swore he would take over the Golden Triangle. Before he left, he kissed my forehead. "Wait for me. The whole Golden Triangle will be your wedding gift." I waited for him for three years. Three years later, he returned covered in scars, with a fragile-looking girl following behind him. By then, he had become the "Mad Dog," a man whose name struck fear into everyone in the underworld. He went down on one knee in front of my father. "She took a bullet for me. I owe her my life, and I owe her my name." My father put the black-and-gold whip in my hand. Everyone in the room was waiting for me to make h

the man answers quickly before picking up the suitcase and walking away with it. "One day you're being attacked by your own family, and the next you're getting married to their enemy... it's quite poetic..." Luciano says casually, and I feel my chest tighten at his words... "T-they didn't attack me..." I say quietly, even though I know how weak that sounds. Why the hell would I even say that when I know how bad I am at lying. Luciano slowly turns to me, staring at me carefully. "You don't have to lie to me, Princess..." he replies, and before I can react, he steps closer, standing right in front of me, my mind finally registering what he just called me, causing my breath to hitch and my hear

The satin red dress with minimal length and low cleavage, is still much more covered than other dresses that are all transparent. "Do I need to help you take off the wedding dress?" Robert's question was answered with a sharp glance at Rose. In the bathroom, Rose could still clearly hear the man's seductive laughter. "You playboy! If it weren't for you threatening me, I would never have been in this situation," Rose growled as the bathroom door closed. "Wife? Heh! How can I be the wife of my own enemy, a man who has abandoned my sister. Oh my God, am I so selfish when I feel tired of hating Robert. The oath of allegiance I have sworn is real."

Now she's my enemy, I want everything she has, I do not want her to have anything much more than me instead I want her to have lesser than me, I want to be her superior in every aspect even if it means stealing it from her. That's why I was happy when the prince of galaxy wing engaged me, I thought that I had finally won and I mocked her to her face, I was happy even if I didn't want this marriage I was still better than her. But then my worst nightmare happened and she got the most powerful suitor between the two of us, did you expect that to sit down well with me? It should be me marrying prince Gagé since I'll be queen. Then Mariposa will be even more powerful than any other.

I was not sure I had heard him right. With an angry look in his eyes, he thundered, his fist slamming on the table. "You're getting married to the Prince." He repeated and I gasped. "I'm not supposed to get married to the Prince." I clapped back, with a confused look on my face. "What? You're mateless. You're the perfect fit." He replied and I gasped. "What about Kira? She was betrothed to the Prince. Why me?" I asked. I could not believe I would be a substitute for my sister.