TOP UP

Reading History

Sign out

Get the APP

Marrying The Enemy: My Ex's Worst Nightmare

Chapter 2

Word Count: 972 | Released on: 07/01/2026

a Walk

thick with the scent of mil

the lavender-scented guest suite I

tching dust motes dance in the single, anemia be

fled sound of laughter drifte

g her things in

ed the transiti

was a matter o

no longer appropriate for his "ward" to be sle

nights he had spent in that very room with me,

servants' quar

hallway light, a silhouett

n the way that only

ly coiffed, her skin glowing

gripped a pair of

ainst the doorframe, arms c

oked

th faux sweetness. "I was just going through th

own of shimmeri

I had worn to t

ad once whispered made

it into the de

l, like a ligament te

though her eyes were

n't f

't eve

ribbons, letting the tattered strips drift t

idn't s

yes unreadable, searching

testi

to see if

athetic girl who would do anyth

t girl

done?"

w, devoid of the r

smile

he scissors w

a. No wonder Kason got ti

out of the room, leaving the scent o

ling

fending the woman currently dismantling my

I said flat

, a muscle feathe

cause I allow it. You are a charit

mming the door hard eno

s heavy footsteps

dragged the duffel ba

r clothes he had bought t

ck the diam

ans I had bought wit

backs I had smuggl

d my to

kening jolt: after a decade in th

out my bu

led slightly as

an friend of my mother's who li

he answered on

ered. "I need

Izzy. If he c

cing a confidence I did

a frantic rhythm

rnoon, Kason fo

pany them to a café

d that we were one big, ha

draped possessively over

, mechanically stir

zzed agains

ws a

e Oneal Estate? Sources say rapid mental

d up at

ia, hand-feeding her

lanted t

g me before I coul

orld would assume I

corner of his mouth. "We're going to the Payne we

a short, de

nknown trash Hadley picked

my coffee to hide t

dn't

at the "unknown trash" was s

a lovely ceremony," I

s narrowing slightly, sensi

manded. "Dalia needs an ass

down with a

e to go,

weeks, a genuine, danger

Chapter End

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open

Marrying The Enemy: My Ex's Worst Nightmare

HAZEL MARTIN Mafia

“I spent ten years as the ward of Kason Oneal, the ruthless Underboss of the city's most dangerous crime family. He saved me when I was a child, raised me, and made me believe I was his queen. But the moment his ex-girlfriend, Dalia, returned, the illusion shattered. Kason demanded I return the jade pendant-the one he had hand-carved for my sixteenth birthday-just so he could hang it around Dalia's neck. To him, I was suddenly nothing more than a placeholder who had kept his bed warm. The cruelty didn't stop there. He stood by and watched as Dalia shredded my clothes with scissors, laughing at my tears. When I collapsed on the floor in agony from acute appendicitis, Kason didn't call an ambulance. Instead, he dragged me to a shady clinic, accusing me of faking a pregnancy to trap him. He ordered the doctor to "terminate it" while I was dying of sepsis on the table. He called me trash. He called me property. He stripped away every ounce of dignity I had left, all to please a woman who was lying to his face. I realized then that the hero who saved me when I was ten was dead. I was done begging for scraps of affection from a monster. Trembling, I walked to the phone and dialed the number of the one man Kason feared most-his sworn enemy, Hadley Payne. "Tell him yes," I whispered into the receiver. "I accept the arrangement. I will marry him." Kason thought he could break me. Instead, he was about to watch his "property" become the Queen of the rival family.”