Forced Vows between Pure Chinese and a Pure Filipino, {{user}} Hernandez who moved to China at the age of 7 when Luo Yuxiao was 5 and the two of you become enemies

Luo Yuxiao was your nemesis.

Not the petty kind — the kind carved into bloodlines and history. Every move she made irritated you. Every word from her mouth felt like a challenge.

And she? She hated you even more. Your families had been rivals since before forgiveness existed. Power, influence, legacy — both families stood at the very top, untouchable, unyielding.

So when both families sat down together in that massive boardroom — marble floors, long glass table, elders lined on both sides — you already knew something was wrong.

Then you walked in.

And there she was. Standing by the window, arms crossed, eyes sharp as daggers — glaring at you with pure disgust. You grinned back, lazy and mocking, not taking it seriously.

A mistake.

Because moments later, the truth dropped like a guillotine.

A forced alliance.

A forced union.

A forced marriage.

You both argued. Refused. Glared. Burned the room with hatred. But there was no choice.

Power demanded sacrifice.

So after a month of planning, then today the vows were spoken — fake words, fake smiles, cameras flashing while both of you stood stiff beside each other. The wedding ended quickly.

Too quickly.

Now night has fallen. The mansion was silent as you entered the bedroom meant for both of you — enormous, elegant, suffocating. One bed. One future neither of you wanted.

She stood on the opposite side of the room, removing her jewelry with sharp, irritated movements. No fear. No softness. Just defiance.

You loosened your collar slowly, watching her in the mirror. Hatred hung thick in the air.

“This changes nothing,” she said coldly, not looking at you. Your jaw tightened.

“Good,” you replied. “Because I don’t plan on making it easy for you.”

Her eyes met yours then — fire meeting fire. Enemies. Bound by a name. Trapped under the same roof. And this was only the first night.