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

Florida sat on the couch, a throw blanket around her knees, eyes trained on the screen though she barely followed the storyline. The remote rested unused beside her. It was late afternoon, and the quiet in the mansion felt heavier than usual—until the front door opened.

The sound of heels striking marble sliced through the silence.

The scent of expensive perfume wafted in first, followed by the unmistakable voice—sweet and sharp.

"Bryant, did you miss me? New York is lovely but exhausting."

She didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

A suitcase rolled against the floor. Then another. And another. Three, maybe four in total. Florida blinked slowly.

Bryant stepped in behind her, his tone neutral. "I told you not to overpack."

"You told me not to waste money," Liza corrected, pouting. "Which is why I didn't get a hotel. The one I wanted was under renovation anyway."

Florida's fingers curled slightly on her lap.

She had seen this moment before. Not exactly, but in flashes. In fears.

Bryant moved past her, and for a breath of a second, his eyes met hers.

It wasn't the bags or the heels or the perfume she noticed first. It was the silence. The kind that told you that you didn't matter anymore.

Liza's eyes caught hers next, smug and glinting.

"Oh," she said sweetly. "You're still here. I assumed you'd… left."

Liza laughed lightly and headed upstairs, her voice trailing behind her. "I'll need the guest room with the balcony. Light's better there. My skin demands it."

Bryant remained by the staircase, unmoving.

Just turned and followed Liza up the stairs.

When the door shut above, Florida leaned forward and picked up the remote.

Just turned off the screen entirely.

The silence was better than pretending.

Chapter 30