Married to My Enemy

led through the article. It was everywhere-business websites, gossip blogs, even major news outlets. And right there, beneath the bold letters, was a picture of Liam Weston. Her ex. The man she had l

s a ghost from your past screwing it up." Elena wanted to argue, to tell him that she had no interest in Liam anymore. But she also knew that with Adrian, words weren't enough. He didn't trust easily. And right now, he had every reason to doubt her. "Do you want me to talk to the press?" she asked. Adrian let out a low chuckle. "Oh, sweetheart. You don't fix something like this with an interview." He straightened, his smirk fading. "You fix it by making them forget." Elena frowned. "How?" He didn't answer. Instead, he pulled out his phone and sent a quick message. Seconds later, a reply flashed across his screen. "It's handled," he said simply. A chill ran down her spine. Adrian had resources-influence, money, power. And he wasn't the type to sit back and let a problem spiral. "What did you do?" she asked cautiously. Adrian tucked his phone into his pocket. "By the time we walk down that aisle tomorrow, the only thing people will be talking about is how madly in love we are." Something about the way he said it made Elena's stomach tighten. This wasn't just about damage control. This was about control. And if Adrian had his way, she had a feeling that her past wasn't the only thing that was about to disappear. --- The Wedding Day Elena had imagined her wedding day once. When she was younger. Back when she still believed in love, in fairytales, in happily-ever-afters. This was not that day. The Blackwood estate was transformed into a picture-perfect venue. White roses lined the grand staircase, golden chandeliers cast a warm glow over the ballroom, and hundreds of high-profile guests filled the space, eager to witness the union of two powerful names. To the world, it looked like a dream. To Elena, it felt like a prison. As she stood in front of the mirror in her bridal sui