Kidnapped by my Enemy
Imagine getting kidnapped by your enemy. Trust me! It is as exciting as it sounds. You may be thinking I have lost my mind for getting excited when I am kidnapped. I swear it wasn't planned by me. The thing is by getting kidnapped I was able to escape my arranged marriage. And... My enemy turned out to be an incredibly handsome prince. ________________________ The romance part will start from chapter 50 Every gift will be appreciated with additional chapters. ________________________ Please support my new novel. "The badass Wife of a Hot Billionaire"
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"Follow me," a stern voice commanded, I was too busy staring at the apple which had fallen to realize that I was being called.
My gaze shifted from the fallen fruit to a pair of shoes that had materialized in my line of vision.
Slowly, my gaze traveled upward to meet a set of intense black eyes that seemed to be directed straight at me.
The glare was unmistakable, and I couldn't help but wonder what had caused his apparent irritation.
What's gotten into him? Was he not fed properly? Or perhaps the meals served weren't to his liking? Why is he going around casting glares at everyone he crosses paths with?
"Did you not hear me?" Cyrus's voice held a note of impatience.
I cleared my throat, feeling a bit flustered. "Um..."
"Follow me," he repeated, his gaze shifting toward the hallway as he began to walk away.
I couldn't help myself and blurted out, "Who, me?"