Novel & Cerita Oh No! Married To My Nemesis

Enzo taps his chin, appearing to be deeply contemplating the next question he raised. The early morning topic was starting to aggravate her, so she whacked the table directly in front of her to let Enzo know her displeasure. "Did I just say that I don't want to get married? If you tend to forget, let me remind you that my goal is to be married to that asshole and to become a Hendrix, which in fact I just did," she declared.

“I didn’t remember it, but I remembered how it felt. For the first time in months. So when I told my family I wanted to marry you.” “You what?” “I said I was taking a second wife. I didn’t even ask you. I just said it. Like I had the right.” Sophia stared. “You told them you were marrying me. Before you told me you were married. Before you even saw me again.” “Yes.” She laughed. “That’s insane.” “I know.” She set the glass down hard. Water splashed across the counter. “Did you even want me? Or was I just the thing to make Elena hurt?”

““You knew you were going to marry me, and yet two days before the wedding, you were tangled up with another man.” His gaze darkened. “You don’t get to act above this. Not after that.” “Shut up!” Tanya shouted, fury blazing. “Don’t test my patience,” Leonard said coldly. Her breathing became ragged under his grip, but she still forced herself to meet his eyes, voice low and steady despite the strain. “Leonard Eastwood… are you really going to murder your newlywed wife first thing in the morning?” He narrowed his eyes. Something flickered—brief, unfamiliar—then vanished.

"We have the capital, we have the legal framework, and more importantly, we have the catalog. Let Damian and Richard waste their eighty million dollars buying up dead-end debt. They're fighting a war with weapons that don't work anymore." ​I looked down at his hand over mine. Six months ago, walking into his office and signing that contract marriage document felt like jumping off a cliff. I had expected a cold, transactional arrangement—a temporary shield against Damian's harassment. But sitting here now, watching him dismantle every trap Damian and Richard set without breaking a sweat, I realized the boundaries had shifted entirely. ​There was no contract left in the way we looked at each o

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

“She’s fine. This is about us.” My entire body goes still. “There is no us,” I say flatly. “There hasn’t been for years.” Maris ignores that. She walks up to the edge of my desk, perching against it as if she owns the space. “I’ve tried,” she says with a shaky breath. “I swear I’ve tried to accept it. But seeing you married to that woman… It’s too much.” Ah. There it is.

I interrupt Carmen . Noah slams his palm on the desk. “This is insane! Jared has gone out of his damn mind. Do you really that it is an achievement to nullify a marriage that was only joined together days ago?” “I would rather consider fighting for the woman I love as the greatest achievement that I can ever do. The marriage with Noemi was fake after all and everything was just for show, to nullify the marriage will be as easy as pie.” I smirk and their mouths drop open.

I gave him the blankest stare. Me: because we are married and she’s seeing someone? He tilted his head. Sam: yeah, you both are in a contract marriage. So? I dragged a hand through my hair, irritated. Me: well, I bumped into Sophia last night, and we went to this ridiculously fancy, secluded restaurant. And guess who we ran into? Nessa. With her new rich, fifty-shades-of-grey-looking man. And that’s not even the worst part—we were forced to share a table.

The single word settled heavily between us. I crossed my arms tightly over myself, partly defensive and partly because my body had started reacting to him in ways I deeply disliked. Every time he looked directly at me, awareness spread through my chest like heat under my skin. It was unfair that fear and attraction could feel so dangerously similar. “You’re married,” I said. The atmosphere shifted again. This time I recognized the warning immediately. Adem took a slow sip of whiskey before answering. “I am.” “So whatever this is…” I struggled for the right words. “It’s not possible.”

Scratch that, she deserved that pain. Ripping them apart had been his first act of revenge. Satisfyingly so. He exhaled slowly. Perhaps Gianna was right. Maybe he was insane. “This marriage has to be fake, right? Mom and Dad don’t know, do they?” “It’s not fake. She is my legal wife until I decide otherwise.” His parents didn’t keep up with gossip or online trends, so they were unaware of Hermione’s failed engagement, and he intended to keep it that way. “And don’t go telling them things they don’t need to know.”