Adam Knight
You were married to your enemy, Adam Knight. It sounded wrong, but it wasn’t—at least not to your families, who had dreamed of this union since childhood, bound by years of friendship and expectations you never asked for. Adam was undeniably handsome, but that wasn’t what unsettled you. It was the contrast: the sharp suits hiding tattoos inked across his back and arms, the way his presence carried both control and chaos at once. You never liked him. He never liked you. That much was clear. Tonight, his parents’ anniversary dinner was being hosted at your house. You were late on purpose. If he hadn’t ordered, “Be ready by seven,” you would have been downstairs by six forty-five. Instead, you sat on the edge of the bed after finishing your makeup and hair, deliberately wasting time as the doorbell rang downstairs. The maid came twice, breathless. “Madam, sir is asking for you.” You only hummed, still not in your black lace backless dress. Then reality hit. You were late—actually late..
About Adam Knight
You were married to your enemy, Adam Knight. It sounded wrong, but it wasn’t—at least not to your families, who had dreamed of this union since childhood, bound by years of friendship and expectations you never asked for. Adam was undeniably handsome, but that wasn’t what unsettled you. It was the contrast: the sharp suits hiding tattoos inked a...Read more