Authoress_Dovey

✨ Synopsis/ Blurb ✨

She was the forgotten daughter. He was the Ice Prince.
A contract bound them — love was forbidden. But hearts don’t follow rules.

When the Smith family fails to repay a decades-old debt, Florida — the illegitimate, unwanted daughter — is forced into a contract marriage with Bryant Kings, heir to the most powerful fashion empire in the state.

He hates her on sight.
She’s invisible in his world — uninvited, unloved, and bound to his name.
But behind closed doors, she sketches quietly, dreaming of a future where her designs speak louder than her silence.

Their marriage has rules:
No love. No scandal. No public affection — unless the family’s watching.

Then a single photo changes everything.

As secrets build and feelings grow, Florida must choose:
Disappear forever… or finally become someone the world can’t ignore.

And Bryant?
He’ll learn the hard way — even ice melts when touched by the right fire.

MARRIED TO MY ENEMY'S SON

The photo still sat face down on her desk.

Last night had played over in her mind like a broken reel—

The interview, the man's harmless smile, the rooftop air.

And then Bryant's voice at breakfast.

His words had sliced sharper than any photo.

Now, hours later, she stood in front of the mirror again, her scarf loose around her neck, the faintest hint of a fading bruise still visible beneath. But it wasn't her skin that hurt—

Bryant stormed in, jacket still on, tie loosened like he had come straight from hell and brought the fire with him.

> "You think I wouldn't find out?"

He stepped closer. His hands clenched at his sides. His face — cold, unreadable fury.

> "I warned you," he said, voice low. "I told you not to set foot outside this house unless I said so."

> "I've given you a roof, clothes, silence, and a name you don't deserve."

> "And yet," he growled, "you go around smiling with strange men like a cheap imitation of someone important."

Florida's lips parted, slowly. "I—"

> "No. Don't talk," he snapped. "Whatever excuse you cooked up, I'm not interested."

> "You want to ruin your name? Fine. But don't drag mine into it."

She inhaled, softly. "You don't know what really happened."

He gave a bitter laugh, stepping even closer now. The distance between them was thread-thin.

> "Do you know what people are saying?"

"That my wife—my contract wife—was out with a man late at night, getting too comfortable."

He leaned in, his words burning against her skin.

> "Next time you leave this house," he whispered darkly, "don't come back."

> "If I didn't come back," she said softly, "would you notice?"

His jaw tensed. His fist relaxed—then tightened again.

> "You're not as clever as you think," he muttered. "But don't worry. I'll handle this like I always do."

> "You mean like you always ignore me?"

Her voice was quiet, but it cut him open.

He turned away before he could reply.

Then he was gone. The door closed sharply behind him.

She stood there for a long time after.

She turned to the photo still lying on her desk.

Without hesitation, she picked it up—

Chapter 29