Enemies-to-Lovers

Moving to a new city. A dorm room. The first steps into adulthood — Lizabeth Parker is ready for change. She’s stubborn, honest, a little clumsy, but she knows exactly what she wants: to study veterinary medicine, live life on her own terms, and never let anyone invade her space. But life has other plans. Secrets, rivalry, accidental touches, and glances that burn hotter than any fight. And somewhere in the middle of it all — her. A girl who didn’t want to fall in love. And a boy who became her worst weakness. This is a story about how hard it is to stay true to yourself when your heart feels something real for the first time. About a painful attraction that borders on hate, a choice that defines the future, and how sometimes, the worst part of someone reflects the worst part of you.

She is a havror with a scarred childhood—an operative for the kingdom’s wealthiest, taking on missions that rival the impossible. She can be anyone… anyone but herself. He is the king of a realm that isn’t truly his, surrounded by enemies and unable to trust a soul. But when their paths cross—she will complete a mission for him, and he will change her fate forever.

Kathia doesn’t forget her past—much less forgive. That’s why she’s determined to seek revenge. She’ll do whatever it takes to make the man who destroyed her life pay, even if it means staining her hands with blood. A game of seduction, a wedding, and one night—that’s all she needs to fulfill the promise she made years ago. Her mistake is believing that killing the most powerful mafia boss alive would be easy. When she thinks she’s succeeded, she runs—carrying a devastating secret. What she doesn’t know is that the baby growing inside her will be the only thing that saves her from Logan Klein’s wrath

“I now pronounce you husband and wife…” Those words made Lesia feel even worse than she had before. The trap had snapped shut. “You may kiss your bride…” “No…” The word escaped Lesia’s lips, but when she saw her grandfather’s stern yet satisfied expression, she bit her lip. Still, she could no longer hold back the tears. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself for the moment this peasant—now her lawful husband—would start kissing her wildly. Like a predator claiming its prey, driven into this hateful… trap. But instead, Amir simply embraced her and whispered in her ear: “We’ll save the kisses for later. For now, try to calm down and put on a happy face. It’s our wedding, after all—not a funeral.”