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Married to My Enemy : The Billionaire’s Dangerous Vow

LenaNightshade
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“You’ll marry me Elena” His voice was ice. “And you’ll wear my ring, sleep in my bed and smile like you love me in front of the cameras”. “And if I don’t?” Elena spat. He leaned closer, breath brushing her lips. “Then your brother dies. And you little dove? I’ll ruin you so slowly you’ll beg for my mercy”. “Fuck you, Damien” she whispered. He smirked. “ oh you will. Every night”. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> He destroyed my family and now I wear his ring. Damien Blackwood, billionaire, heartless bastard, and the man I’ve hated since the day my world burned. When my brother vanished and the ransom came in blood, Damien was the last person I expected to save him… But his price? One year of marriage. To him. To the enemy. To the devil who ruined my life. I signed the contract and moved into his mansion. And I swore I’d never fall. But Damien doesn’t want a wife. He wants submission. He wants control. He wants to drag me to hell with that sinful mouth and those cold, possessive hands. And the worst part? He knows. He knows who I really am. He knows the secrets buried with my father. He knows I came to destroy him and he’s been playing me from the start. Now every kiss is a threat. Every touch is a trap. Every night in his bed tears me apart. And when the real enemy steps from the shadows, I’ll have to choose: Betray the man I swore to hate… or lose him forever. Enemies with history. Marriage by blackmail. Lust that could burn empires. This isn’t love. This is war. And the battlefield is his bed.
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Chapter 1 - CHAPTER ONE: INTRODUCTION.

"He wants what?"

My voice came out cracked, like I'd swallowed glass.

Across from me, Leon my father's oldest friend and the closest thing to a family lawyer we had left didn't flinch.

He just slid the contract across the table.

Marriage License.

Non-Disclosure Clause.

Duration: One Year.

To: Damien Blackwood.

My fingers shook as I gripped the paper. "This is a fucking joke, right?"

Leon's jaw tightened. "It's the only deal he'll make. Either you marry him, or your brother dies."

Forty-eight hours ago, my little brother was kidnapped outside a nightclub.

This morning, his severed pinky arrived in a black velvet box.

An hour later, Damien Blackwood sent his lawyer.

The same Damien Blackwood who ruined my father.

The same man who bought our company in a hostile takeover, sold it off piece by piece, and left my family broke, disgraced, and hunted.

The same bastard whose cold gray eyes followed me once at a charity gala… like he already knew I'd be his someday.

And now he wanted me in a white dress.

Not because he loved me.

Not because I was special.

But because he could.

"You have until midnight," Leon said. "After that I can't guarantee your brother stays alive.

That night, I stood in front of Blackthorn Tower, Manhattan's coldest, tallest skyscraper, wearing the same black coat I'd worn to my mother's funeral.

The elevator rose with a soft hum. My stomach didn't.

By the time I reached the top floor, my heart was a drum in my throat.

The doors opened… and there he was.

Damien Blackwood.

In a black suit like sin, hands in his pockets, lips curled into something dark and pleased.

"You came," he said, voice smooth enough to drown in. "Good girl."

I hated how that stirred something low and hot in my stomach. I hated how beautiful he was. I hated how calm he looked like he knew owned me already.

"I'm not your good girl," I snapped.

He smirked and stepped closer. The scent of expensive cologne and danger hit me like a drug.

"Not yet but You will be."