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 36: Wrong Body, Wrong Eyes

The room was drenched in low amber light. Curtains drawn, candles flickering against the walls. The scent of jasmine and musk lingered in the air—intentional, curated, seductive.

Liza stood by the edge of the bed, draped in black silk that barely touched her thighs. Her hair fell in careful waves over her bare shoulder, eyes glinting with hunger and strategy.

Bryant was seated on the edge of the bed, shirt loose, cuffs undone. He watched her with the cool, unreadable gaze of a man who knew this script far too well.

"You've been avoiding me," Liza whispered, sauntering closer. She slid onto his lap, straddling him with practiced ease. "I missed us."

Her lips brushed his jaw, then lower.

Bryant didn't flinch. Didn't move.

Not until her hand slipped behind his neck, guiding his mouth to hers.

Their kiss was deep. Heated. Her fingers tangled in his hair. His hands finally responded, gripping her waist, pressing her body against him. For a moment, it felt like fire. Like before. Like desire.

But the closer they got, the colder he became.

She pulled off his shirt. Her breath hitched when he flipped her onto the bed, trailing kisses along her neck. Her moans filled the silence, sultry and deliberate.

"Do you still want me like before, Bryant?" she breathed, reaching for his belt.

His voice was low, but not husky. Not lustful.

She kissed him again. Deeper. Harder. But even as her body arched beneath him, she felt the shift. The stiffness. The distance.

His mouth left hers. His hand dropped to the mattress.

Bryant sat up suddenly, chest rising, eyes staring past her.

He reached for his phone on the nightstand.

"What?" Liza sat up, flushed and breathless.

"The office," he said curtly. "It's urgent."

He walked out of the room without another word, the phone pressed to his ear, though no call had connected. His voice trailed down the hallway in a fake conversation.

"Yes. Send the numbers now. I'll handle it."

She stared at the sheets. At the space his body had occupied just minutes ago. Her fingers curled into fists, nails biting into her palm.

She stood, shaking, and yanked off the silk robe. Threw it across the room. Her bare feet padded over the cool tiles as she grabbed her phone from her purse.

Her reflection in the mirror looked perfect—and betrayed.

That quiet little shadow in the house. The mistake in their arrangement. The girl who never raised her voice but somehow took up all the space.

> "She's crumbling. Just a few more days." "Let's remind the world who the real wife is."

She tossed the phone on the bed, smirked to herself, and whispered into the silence:

"Enjoy your crown while it lasts, Florida."

Chapter 36