Married to My Enemy's Son

inted streaks on the windows of the grand Ashford Mansion. She stood silently by the fireplace, arms c

ll marr

mind. Calm, but final. No room fo

asking me to marry the son of t

cold. "We lost everything to the Lock

a's chest tightened with dread. Her fingers curled into fis

l families and ruthless leg

arrogant, entitled son of Henry Lockwood, the same man who or

a way that felt dangerous. Too smooth. Too confident. A spoiled prince of the bu

supposed to b

Her mother entered, draped in pearls and pride.

er. "Do you even care

elings don't build emp

ere locking around her. But the guilt of her family's fall... her

he said flatly. Her mother nodded

rror. Her reflection stared back-a

're not marrying him for love.

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ass of whiskey, watching the rain from his penthouse

oom deal-another merger. He'd been raised fo

nagged at hi

oss the face at a gala when he was seventeen. The only girl who ever told h

This should b

ed. A message

your problem now.

? Maybe. But he had a feeling

e a cha

ed a good

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, and fake smiles. Powerful families from across the country gathered in suits

er fingers icy in his warm grip. The ri

a few words, Liam took the mic

his year," he began smoothly. "But life is full o

f there's one thing I respect, it's strength. And

owd cl

, her eyes unreadable. "I never imagined marrying into the Lockwood f

Liam raised a brow and leaned close, whisperin

at him. "No. I w

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hispered in the breeze and moonlight spilled like s

you?" he said, slipping h

linch. "Do y

s the thing-you might hate me, but

his for anything more than a deal. I'm not here to fall in l

love. I'm here to prove that I can make this work-

in silence. Enemies. Bou

and something deeper were