Oh No! Married To My Nemesis Novels & Stories

We look, to anyone examining it, like two people who are deeply unbothered by each other, which is the most useful lie this marriage is going to require us to tell, and we have apparently both already learned how to tell it. The Rolls Royce moves through the Sicilian afternoon. My arch nemesis is sitting twelve inches to my left. We are married.

I had to be married and have a child within the space of a year and a half. How the fuck was I going to pull that off! I never wanted to get married in the first place because I always thought I never wanted to be legally bound to just one woman for the rest of my life. But it was either that or I lost the whole business to my corny little annoying brother. Noah. We were two years apart and he was definitely my nemesis. He always loved to act like the goody two shoes but in reality he was a bastard. I was not going to lose everything to him and I was gonna make sure of that. Even if it was the last thing I ever did.

And just like that, I was married to the man who was as cruel and cold as burning ice. The man that was detested by the Mahonnas. The man I was sure will break every part of me till there was nothing left to return to. Just like that I was married to Marco Rossellini.

"I don't know what funny thing you think I want to try but don't worry about it. I know better than to piss you off." She was relieved when she hung up. She tried not to think about him but actually keeping him out of her thoughts was a different story altogether. She couldn't focus on anything else. Everything she tried to think about ended up conjuring images of him. She had married her enemy. She had actually married her enemy. Was she insane! ___ Ten years ago.

She turned and left, the door clicking shut behind her. I fell back onto the bed, the shock still settling in. **Married?** My mind reeled. Of course, she meant Nikki. Since childhood, we’ve been betrothed, our families wrapped up in some stupid business deal. But I don’t love Nikki. I never have. **I don’t feel anything for her.** And as for Hailey… **Could I really drag her into this mess? A marriage contract?** Leo’s voice broke through my thoughts. "It’s Hailey or no one. You know that, right?"

Griffin may be an attractive man, but he is infuriating at the best of times. I can’t fall for him like this—it’s only physical, and I know better. Because the last time I let my guard down, I married my nemesis. I’ve never met anybody who can get under my skin like he does. “Griffin, you told me about the marriage certificate two weeks ago. That’s plenty of time to get the annulment filed. Do I need to sign anything? I’ll sign right now, and we can be done with this entire mess.”

The chandelier light suddenly felt colder. Sienna looked up at her husband, a man she’d married to save a company, a man she was no longer entirely sure she understood as simply an enemy, and felt, for the first time, real fear about what they might be uncovering together.

Damian saw it too. My husband stepped forward immediately. “What does that mean?” Richard looked away. The silence stretched. And stretched. Nobody interrupted. Nobody moved. Finally he exhaled heavily. “I was hoping we wouldn’t reach this point.” My pulse quickened. “What point?” Richard looked directly at me. Then at Damian. Then back at me. “The point where the marriage becomes impossible.” The words hit like a punch. Impossible? My stomach twisted. Beside me, Damian went completely still. Dangerously still.

Mom had handled all the wedding preparations because I just wasn't interested. Now I was standing in front of my number one Nemesis in a court room filled with only family and a handful of business associates. I was his wife, we'd gotten married after all, I couldn't believe it. I'd just walked into my biggest nightmare eyes open, sober and without hesitation. The ceremony ended and Sean disappeared. "You alright babe?" Adrian my best friend walked up to me after my new husband had abandoned me to attend to God knows what. "You want brutal honestly? I hate him–so much, and this pretentious marriage, and his family and most importantly this ridiculously heavy dress" I grunted out in frustrati

I woke up .Today is Sunday and I'm more than thankful to it..I badly need this day... Night memories started flashing my mind and that word marriage kept screaming repeatedly . He made my life mess in just a week..here I'm sitting not able to do anything . If I don't fight him now, I'll hate myself for sure ..