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

CHAPTER 35: The Tea He Didn't Ask For

Florida wasn't sure why her hands trembled slightly as she set the porcelain cup down.

Bryant hadn't come down for breakfast yet.

The dining room was its usual echo of silence—the tall glass windows letting in soft morning light, the cutlery on the table perfectly aligned, untouched. Her fingers wrapped around the teapot as she poured the usual green blend he preferred. No sugar. Just the way he liked it.

She placed the cup where he always sat. A quiet ritual. A performance she'd perfected.

Behind her, the sound of heavy footsteps filled the stillness. She didn't have to turn. She knew it was him.

Bryant entered, his dark shirt half-buttoned, sleeves rolled, hair slightly wet like he'd just come from the shower. He didn't speak. Not at first.

His gaze flicked across the table—then settled on the cup.

Her voice was quiet. "It's just tea."

He stepped closer. Not to sit. Just to stand, eyes on the cup, then her.

Florida didn't know how to respond to that.

Instead, she lowered her gaze, ready to return to her seat—when his voice stopped her.

She turned to him slowly, eyes wide, cautious. "Is that what I am to you?"

He didn't answer. But something in his expression shifted—not soft, not cruel. Something between regret and restraint.

Before she could say more, the door opened.

Liza walked in like she owned the morning, wrapped in a silk robe that wasn't hers. Probably Florida's again. Her lips curved into a lazy smirk when she saw the scene.

"Did I interrupt?" she asked, voice sugary.

But Florida? She had already stopped caring what silence meant.

Chapter 35