All Chapters of Wedded To My Enemy: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

SEVASTIANThe room was thick with tension. None of us dared to speak as if, we all have different thoughts of what Amara suffered at the hands of Valeztina’s. The room was consumed with silence and I was already at break of losing my rage. I’m mad but I couldn’t let that emotion be shown, not in front of these crocodiles who're waiting for me to snap and find my faults. Suddenly, Brian breaks the deafening silence by speaking first. "Did you see now what happened to Amara?" His voice steady but edged with accusation. "Your mistake is thinking that your marriage to a Valeztina could stop the war between our families." He added while his gaze locked onto mine, unflinching. I met his stare, and both of us gave a sharp glare. Eros, the eager lapdog of my Uncle son, smirked and leaned forward. "They are our enemy," he declared, his words drenched in contempt. "Now, I can’t help but question your judgment, Sevastian. Marrying an enemy’s daughter only weakens the Ortegas. Or maybe…" Hi

SEVASTIANAunt Priscilla leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms and legs."Of course, she’s your wife," she said, a smirk curling on her lips.It was a smile that gave an ominous feeling. It felt like a noose tightening around my neck.Before I could even respond, Uncle Eric leaned forward, his smirk widening, eyes gleaming with taunt."But still a Valeztina in blood.”A sharp chill ran through the room. He was doing it on purpose, fully aware that this was a sensitive matter, especially with Aunt Priscilla here.My gaze flicked to Aunt Priscilla. Her expression hardened, the amusement vanishing as her gaze snapped back to me. It was sharp, cold, and assessing.I gulped as my expression hardened.It’s a trap. A fucking execution that invokes rage towards my Aunt. Before I could counter, Uncle Owen’s voice slithered into the conversation, pouring gasoline into the flames."A Valeztina who killed our niece, Amara." He added making my pulse flick with exasperation. I barely regist

NATASHAA slow, amused smirk played on Aunt’s Priscilla lips as she cocked her head slightly, assessing me like a predator eyeing a potential prey."Then I will trust you," she said, her voice smooth but laced with a silent warning. "But make sure she proves useful. Because if she doesn’t…"Her gaze darkened, and her eyes slightly narrowed as I felt the weight of her presence press against me like an unspoken challenge."I will be the one to end your life." She added. And just like that, the room thickened with a heavy tension and pressured. Uncle Owen, Uncle Clodan, Uncle Eric and Uncle Carcel the mad pigs of Ortega's power hungry jackals stiffened at her declaration. Even Grandfather Magnus subtly lifted his chin, observing the exchange with quiet scrutiny.But me? Of course I smiled. A slow, confident curve painted on my lips. If there is someone who can challenge my Aunt, it is only me, Sebastian, Arnold, and Macsen.The four of us the protégés are fighting for her throne, the

CELESTINAThe clock on the wall showed 11:00 PM, its steady tick-tock echoing in my ears like a countdown to doom. Sevastian told me that he will go to their ancestral house to meet his family, and he’ll be a little late since there will be some meetings to be held and all the Ortegas will be present. But as the time went by, he still hadn’t returned. My stomach knotted with anxiety.Just then, my phone vibrated unexpectedly. I hesitated a moment before answering the anonymous call. Yet, as it continues to ring, I have no choice but to answer it reluctantly. "Are you coming or not?" the voice demanded, cold and impatient.I stammered, "Just… just give me some time."There was a pause, a silence that felt like ice settling over my skin. "Time is running, Celestina, and my patience is going thin." Then the line went dead, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.I was about to leave when Hank intercepted me in the corridor. His eyes were hard, and his tone was urgent."Celestina, it’s

CELESTINA The long silence was shattered by the soft clink of a teacup hitting the table. I barely had time to catch my breath before I felt Priscilla’s piercing gaze lock onto me, pinning me to the couch as if I were caught in a snare. Her tone was cold and demanding."I’ll cut to the chase," she said. "Can you make the BlackEagle our ally?"My heart hammered in my chest as I set down my tea, its warmth doing little to ease the chill that raced through my veins. I forced a steady breath and met her unyielding eyes. "It depends," I replied simply, my voice tight as I took a slow, measured sip.Priscilla’s eyes narrowed further, and she leaned in as if to ensure I heard her next words. "There’s something I want to know. Does the BlackEagle work with the Valeztina?"I felt a cold shudder ripple through me. Priscilla kept on pressing me, as if she knew something before I could even utter a word. It seems that she wants to oppress me until she gets the answer she wants. I set my c