The Engagement of Enemies

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The chandeliers glimmered like shattered stars above my head, but the glittering lights couldn’t hide the truth: I was being auctioned, wrapped in silk and lace, paraded like a prize before wolves.

My father’s voice echoed across the grand hall, filled with men whose hands were stained with blood and power. “Tonight,” he announced, “we seal our alliance. My daughter will marry into the Vasilev empire.”

Gasps rippled through the crowd. The Vasilevs. Ruthless, untouchable, kings of the underworld. I swallowed hard, my throat dry, as the doors opened and he stepped inside.

Adrian Vasilev.

The devil himself in an immaculate black suit. His presence shifted the air, sharp and suffocating. Every pair of eyes followed him, but his gaze locked on mine—cold, merciless, and far too knowing.

He didn’t smile. He didn’t need to. Power dripped from every measured step, the way his broad shoulders filled the room, the way people instinctively stepped back to give him space.

This was the man I was supposed to marry.

The man whispered about in hushed voices.

The man who could kill with a glance—and yet, somehow, the one my father thought could protect me.

He stopped a foot away, his eyes trailing over me like a dangerous caress. “So,” he said, his deep voice smooth as sin, “this is the daughter I’m supposed to chain to my side.”

I bristled, though fear coiled low in my belly. “You make it sound like a death sentence.”

His lips curved into the faintest ghost of a smile, but it wasn’t kind—it was a warning. “That’s because it is.”

The room seemed to vanish, the music fading into a dull hum as he extended his hand. His palm was steady, commanding, waiting. And though every instinct screamed at me to run, I found my fingers slipping into his.

Heat shot through me, unexpected, unwelcome. My pulse betrayed me, hammering in my chest. His grip was firm, almost possessive, as though he already owned me.

Leaning close, so only I could hear, Adrian murmured, “You’ll learn quickly, sweetheart. In my world, love is a weapon. And I always win.”

My breath caught, my heart split between terror and something far more dangerous: desire.

As the applause erupted around us, sealing the engagement, I knew one thing with brutal clarity.

I wasn’t just stepping into a marriage.

I was stepping into the fire.

And Adrian Vasilev wasn’t going to let me walk out unburned.

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