All Chapters of Mated to my Enemy : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

TASHA  “Tasha, seriously? The Junior Prom is barely three weeks away, and you haven't decided whether or not you'll attend?” Sadie let out a snort. “It is the Prom, maybe the best night we could possibly have after an exceptionally distressing school year!” "And I'm not looking forward to experiencing one of the best evenings of my college life," I said as I placed the food dish that I was hanging on the unoccupied table we found. "I'll be honest with you; getting involved in things like that is not my cup of tea. We want a peaceful life; we keep a low profile. Not to mention that I should do all in my power to prevent my mother from spending money on my outfit, hair, and make-up for the event. The expense of attending this institution is already high." Trace of misery streaked through her face. “It seems like I'm going

TASHA “I told you, you will go with me whether you like it or not,” Sadie said in hushed tones as we were looking through the racks of dresses to decide what to wear to the Junior Prom night the following night. She told my mom about the prom night and my mom urged that I should go. Even though I tried to persuade her that I didn't want to, she reminded me of how I had skipped both my junior prom and senior graduation ball while I was in secondary school. “If mom would only let me, I would still choose not to attend,” I said. My eyes were drawn to a simple gray bare-backed dress with a low plunging neck area and I frowned upon seeing its tag price. “Even though this is their most affordable dress, it is still a drain on our savings!” “Don’t look at the prices and pick what you really want,” Mom remarked from the opposite side of the rack. She strolled towards me, showing her guaranteeing smile.  “I can borrow a dress from Sadie,

TASHA “Can you tell me your exact location?” Sadie asked for the nth time from the other end of the phone line. I made a hissing sound. “I've already arrived at the front gate. I am strolling as fast as I can, Sadie. Besides, why are you in such a hurry? Did I miss something important?” “Come here in the bleacher real quick, and you’ll see,” she said as she hung up the phone, concluding the conversation. It was only after taking a deep breath that I decided to start jogging towards the school's bleachers. When I arrived at the bleacher, tons of people were wheezing and murmuring about something. I couldn’t gander as to what the commotion was all about, so I decided to send a message to Sadie and ask for her exact location. After a few minutes, she promptly showed herself and m

TASHA “I can’t believe he did that just for you!” For the nth time, Sadie exclaimed in delight. If I were to describe her demeanor, I'd upchuck out loud. It’s as if hearts are zooming around the two of us. “I kept thinking if how did he find out that you didn’t do your project assessment.” I pucker my lips, pondering about the same thing. I only mentioned it when I was with Sadie, and I was shocked when he came up with a plan assessment for me and himself. As far as I am concerned, he doesn’t have the ability to read my mind. “Maybe he noticed that you were too preoccupied for the past few days, and out of generosity, he made an extra plan assessment just in case you’ll forget to do yours. You know what, that's something only soulmates do,” she expressed. “What a sweet, hot devil,” she went on to add. 

TASHA "I don't think I can do this," I uttered as I halted directly before the Endrano's twofold gated mansion. I heard how Rendall laughed a little. "Come on, Tash. I guarantee that you won't regret coming with me in our humble abode."  I couldn't help but let out a hiss when I heard his assertion. He seemed as though he was flaunting their mansion to their new visitor—which is me—but I could also not blame him. He's carrying on with a comfortable life, as I should say. I gander at the mansion that stood in front of me. It screams Venetian style in light of its accentuation on patterns and surfaces with deep, rich tones. Not to mention how it is well-lit starting from the main gate up to the vast open spaces around the mansion itself. It serves as proof that the owner—or