Suddenly my nemesis became my husband
Caden’s breaths came out heavy, his tie already loosened as if even fabric against his skin was unbearable. Heat flushed across his face, his body restless, his eyes blazing with a dangerous fire.
“Since I’ve been drugged, it’s your duty to help me—as my wife,” he barked between panting breaths, every word laced with impatience. His tone was sharp, but the seductive way he tugged at his shirt buttons betrayed the storm raging inside him. “You can’t escape alone.”
Serena only giggled, leaning casually against the wall as though the man on the bed wasn’t consumed by fire. She plucked a crisp apple from the table and took a slow bite, the crunch filling the room. Then, with deliberate grace, she stepped toward the door.
“Who asked you to marry me, Caden?” she teased, her voice dripping with mockery. “This happened because neither of us could stop competing. Anyway, this relationship is nothing but fake. Your problem, your mess—sort it out yourself.”
She crossed her arms, unbothered, eating the apple like it was a show she was enjoying.
Caden’s jaw tightened. He pushed himself up from the bed, his patience fraying with every passing second, his body trembling under the drug’s effect. His eyes locked onto hers, dark and predatory.
“Fake?” His voice was a low growl, deepened further by the husky undertone of suppressed moans. “You think you can walk out whenever you want? Divorce whenever you like?”
He stepped closer, his movements slow, deliberate, like a predator stalking prey.
“Come to me, Serena,” he whispered, heat burning through every syllable, “and I’ll make it easy.”
Serena tilted her head, her smirk never fading. “Okay,” she said lightly, licking juice from her lips after another bite of the apple, “but beg me. I want to see you lose.”
For a moment, silence stretched between them. Then, a low, insane chuckle rumbled from his chest. His lips curved into a dangerous smile.
“Good,” he murmured, eyes glinting with wicked amusement. “Beg you? No, darling…” He closed the distance in a stride, towering over her, his presence suffocating. “…it’ll be you, begging under me.”
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