All Chapters of Wedded To My Enemy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CELESTINA Every warning Sevastian threw my way felt like a knife pressing against my throat. I wasn’t immune to his wrath, no matter how hard I tried to hide it. His gaze, sharp and unrelenting, felt like it was carving holes into me, stripping away every layer of my confidence. My body trembled beneath my calm exterior, but I refused to let it show. Fear wouldn’t save me. Suddenly, Leo’s face flashed in my mind, his innocent smile, and his genuine trusting eyes. My father’s voice echoed like a curse, threatening to use the boy as a pawn in his twisted schemes. I wouldn’t let it happen, I couldn't. I momentarily stared at Sevastian, he was the devil himself. A ruthless, cold, and dangerous mafia. And if selling my body and soul to him meant getting control over the Ortega operation and protecting Leo, then I’d gladly make that deal.Death didn’t scare me as much as the thought of Leo’s future in my father’s hand.Sevastian leaned back slightly, his piercing stare locked on me,

CELESTINAMy chest heaved The moment Sevastian left the room, I released the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. slightly as the tension began to dissipate, but my thoughts remained clouded with unease. Sevastian wasn’t the type to forgive and forget not after what I’d done. He was a man who always got what he wanted, one way or another. The glint in his eyes earlier wasn’t just anger, it was full of calculation and hiding some scheme. I sat on the edge of the bed, letting my mind race with the possibilities.Was he plotting revenge? Perhaps something subtler but just as devastating? Knowing him, he wouldn’t simply let this slide. I hated how unpredictable he could be. It kept me on edge, constantly wondering what his next move might be.Deciding I needed a moment to clear my head, I made my way to the adjoining bathroom. The warm light inside provided a strange comfort. I turned on the faucet, letting the water run until it steamed. Stripping out of my clothes, I stepped in

SEVASTIANAs Celestina walked away, her scent lingered, stirring something primal inside me. Even as I finished my sandwich, her image refused to leave my thoughts. She had a way of haunting every corner of my mind. Her alluring body, her sharp tongue, and the fire in her eyes that tells me that she would kill me makes my heart race with excitement. Celestina was a gorgeous woman that every demon like me wants to worship her, she’s like a Goddess with a perfect sculpture body. Her bust was enormous, her waist was thin and perfect on my big hands, and that cheeky butt of hers that I wanted to slap to hear her cry made my blood boil. In our dark merciless world, she stood out like a forbidden bloom among thorns. Every man wanted her, craved to own her, including me, desired to possess her.But now she was mine.Her beauty wasn’t just physical, it radiated in her whole system that made every man obsessed to have her. Every time I remember her striking amber eyes, delicate yet strong

CELESTINA I woke up, groggy and confused, to find the space beside me cold and empty. The bed’s comforter was slightly crumpled where Sevastian had been, and my mind scrambled to piece together the events of last night. How did I manage to fall asleep in his arms? A shiver of irritation pricked my skin as I pushed the memory aside and sat up.The first thing that caught my eye was the black silk dress hanging on the armchair across the room. My brows knitted together. He had prepared clothes for me? Typical Sevastian, always trying to exert control over even the smallest details. I glanced around, but he was nowhere to be seen. Without dwelling on it further, I slipped out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom.The warm water cascading over my skin was a relief, washing away the remnants of last night’s turmoil. After drying off, I reached for the dress. The fabric was luxurious, hugging my curves snugly as I slipped it on. However, when I tried to fasten the tie at the back

CELESTINAThe silence in the car was thick, almost suffocating, but I refused to break it first. My chest rose and fell with a quiet intensity as I kept the gun steady, the barrel still pointed at Sevastian’s most vulnerable spot. His bloodied thigh was a reminder of my resolve. He underestimated me, and that was his first mistake.The hint of a strained chuckle came from him, and I flicked my eyes to his face. That damn grin of his was still plastered there, as though he found the situation entertaining. “What a remarkable shot, mia cara,” he said, his voice deep and gravelly, tinged with the pain I’d caused. “I know you might enjoy this, but advise you not to damage the part that could bring you happiness.” He added, while emphasizing his “part.”My jaw clenched, and I couldn’t stop the scoff that escaped my lips. He had the audacity to flirt with me when he was bleeding and staring down the barrel of my gun. A very typical Sevastian, always confident, infuriating and pretty