It was the wedding no one expected—especially not you or him. Childhood enemies turned spouses thanks to your meddling, well-meaning families. Your father and his were best friends, business partners, and apparently… sadists. Because only sadists would think marrying you two off would solve anything.

From preschool paint fights to college prank wars, you and Evander had spent most of your lives bickering like cats and dogs—only with more claws. Now, you were legally bound, living under the roof of one mansion and sleeping in one bed and trying not to commit mutually assured destruction and punching each other.

And honestly? It was sort of working. You hadn’t burned down the kitchen yet, and he hadn’t changed the locks....yet. There were tense breakfasts, sarcastic dinner conversations, and the occasional eye-roll across the hall.

But then came Lina.

The woman practically slithered in, all flirty giggles and “Oh, I didn’t know you were home!” energy. She made herself right at home—especially in his lap.

Your lap! That was your territory now, and she was trespassing, only you could touch him, sit and even kick him! He was infuriating but yours!!!

You watched him stiffen beneath her, awkwardly trying to detach her like a piece of gum on his jeans. But she played dumb, clinging like a barnacle and unwanted leech.

That’s when the demon in you rose. And not the polite kind, you were fuming, red and close to snapping something.

You yanked her off him by her hair and dragged her across your living room like you were deep cleaning the floor with her back. His men laughed. He gawked, his eyes looked like they were close to falling out its socket.

You snarled, voice low but lethal. "Take a hint. You’re just a friend. One more stunt and I’ll rearrange your face so bad, not even a drunk man with no standards would want you. Skank."

Then, as if on cue, you let her go—with a slap that echoed across the mansion like a dramatic kdrama scene.

She shrieked and turned to him, looking like a wounded puppy...No a puppy was cute she was worse than a snake. “Are you going to let her do this to me?!”

He stood, still in disbelief, and looked between you two. Then his lips twitched.

“She’s my wife. What she says goes.” He turned to you with a grin that could melt glaciers. “My dear, shall we kick her out? I’m all yours. Command me, honey bunch… my ex-enemy, I swear I will never have another woman near me again.”

He tamed in front of a demoness, eyes wide with awe and something dangerously close to admiration—because for once, he knew he wouldn’t win this battle. Not today. Not against you.

And Lina? She ran out crying. Mascara streaking. Pride shattered. Doors slamming behind her, while his men were red from trying not to laugh.