Marry My Enemy
At that moment, I knew my life was over.
We quickly fell into a passionate love, reckless and all-consuming.
I thought our love would stay that sweet forever.
For me, Ethan Sinclair once did something utterly crazy.
I casually said I liked the dances in historical dramas, so he secretly signed up for a traditional dance class.
Once, at the company's annual party, he wore a traditional gold-thread embroidered costume and danced for me on stage.
Everyone else was cheering, but I cried—my heart was both sweet and aching.
Back then, it was only us in each other's eyes, and nothing else mattered.
But we all forgot—reality is never kind.
Our affair spread fast, and everyone in R City was slandering us.
What made things worse were our families.
The Lancaster Family and the Sinclair Family have been bitter rivals in business for decades.
My dad was furious when he found out I was involved with Ethan Sinclair and kicked me out of the house.
He said if I kept associating with Ethan, he would cut all ties with me.
Ethan's mother confronted me too. She was dressed in an expensive custom suit and looked down on me with disdain.
She handed me a check and said she was willing to pay any amount if I would just leave Ethan Sinclair.
I pushed the check back to her and told her I loved Ethan Sinclair the man, not his money.
She sneered coldly and said I would regret it sooner or later.
At that time, I didn't feel regret at all.
I believed that as long as we held on, we could overcome all opposition and pressure.
But I was wrong—so terribly wrong.
The ones who shattered everything were Ethan Sinclair and his so-called childhood sweetheart—Evelyn Stephenson.
Evelyn Stephenson had liked Ethan Sinclair since they were kids and had always stayed close to him.
I never took her seriously before, thinking she was just Ethan's sister.
Until that day, when Ethan asked me out, saying he had something important to tell me.
I happily went to the meeting, only to find Evelyn was there too.
Ethan's expression was complicated, while Evelyn looked smug.
Before I could react, Ethan grabbed my hand.
I thought he was going to explain something, but instead, he pressed my finger onto a cold device.
That's the fingerprint unlocker for my dad's company safe.
I was stunned instantly, struggling to pull my hand back.
"Ethan, what are you doing? That's my dad's safe!"
But Ethan Sinclair didn't let go; his eyes were cold, without the usual warmth.
"Cynthia, just this once, let me use it."
Evelyn Stephenson laughed nearby and said, "Cynthia, don't be ungrateful. Ethan had no choice."
I looked at Ethan Sinclair, feeling my heart grow colder bit by bit.
"Ethan Sinclair, tell me — have you planned this all along?"
He didn't say a word, just pressed down hard on my finger until the safe clicked open.
Evelyn immediately rushed over and grabbed the documents and some important items from the safe.
Watching what they were doing, I felt as if my heart was being ripped apart.
Just then, my dad happened to arrive.
Seeing the scene before him, he trembled with rage.
"Ethan Sinclair! Evelyn Stephenson! How dare you!"
Ethan and Evelyn panicked when they saw my dad.
They tried to run off with the stuff, but my dad rushed forward to stop them.
In the chaos, I didn't know who had pushed my dad.
My dad fell backward, his head hitting the corner of the table hard.
Blood instantly poured out, staining his clothes red.
"Dad!" I screamed as I rushed over and held him tightly.
His eyes met mine, trying to say something, but before he could, his head lolled to the side and he passed out.
I turned to look at Ethan Sinclair. He stood there, his face completely blank.
Evelyn Stephenson tugged on his arm and said, "Ethan, come on, let's go!"
The two of them just walked away without so much as a glance back.
I held my unconscious dad in my arms, tears streaming down like beads from a broken string.
People around us gathered, and someone called the emergency hotline.
The ambulance siren grew louder and closer, but to me, my world had completely fallen apart.
Outside the hospital's resuscitation room, I sat on a cold chair.
When the doctor came out, his face was grave.
He said my dad was seriously injured, with intracranial bleeding. Although his life was temporarily saved, he remained in a deep coma, and it was uncertain if he would ever wake up.
I leaned against the wall, feeling all my strength drain away.
I pulled out my phone and scrolled to Ethan Sinclair's number.
My finger trembled over the screen, but I couldn't bring myself to press the call button.
The more I once loved him, the more I now hate him.
He ruined my love and destroyed my family.
I stared at the closed door of the resuscitation room, silently vowing to myself.
Ethan Sinclair, Evelyn Stephenson, what you owe me, what you owe my dad—I'll take it all back, piece by piece.
From this moment on, the innocent and carefree Cynthia Lancaster no longer exists.
All that was left was me, filled with nothing but revenge.
I sat in the hospital corridor all through the night.
At dawn, the nurse came to change the IV bag, her eyes filled with sympathy when she looked at me.
I knew I couldn't stay lost in sorrow anymore.
The seed of revenge had already taken root and begun to grow deep in my heart.
I began to investigate Ethan Sinclair's whereabouts, getting a clear picture of his daily habits.
He liked to go to a private club for business talks; there was a spiral staircase there without any surveillance cameras.
I knew my chance was finally here.
That day, I waited near the club ahead of time.
Seeing Ethan Sinclair's car parked at the door, I straightened my clothes and walked over.
"Ethan, can we talk?" I deliberately put on a vulnerable look.
Ethan frowned when he saw me, his tone cold: "There's nothing to talk about."
I stepped forward, grabbed his arm, my voice trembling with tears:
"My dad is still in the hospital. I really need you."
Evelyn Stephenson wasn't by his side. He probably thought I wouldn't try anything, hesitated for a moment, and then followed me.
We reached the spiral staircase, and I stopped, turning to look at him.
"Ethan Sinclair, don't you feel any regret at all?"
His eyes flickered for a moment, but he said nothing.
The moment he got distracted, I suddenly shoved him.
He lost his balance, fell backward, and tumbled down the stairs.
"Ah!" he cried out in pain.
I stood at the top of the stairs, watching him coldly.
He lay on the ground, clutching his leg, his face pale.
I took out my phone and calmly called the emergency hotline: "Hello, someone has fallen down the stairs here, please hurry."
After hanging up, I walked over to him and crouched down.
"Ethan Sinclair, this is only the beginning." I whispered in his ear.
He looked at me, eyes filled with shock and rage, but the pain left him speechless.
The ambulance arrived quickly and carried Ethan Sinclair inside.
I didn't follow; instead, I returned to the hospital.
A few days later, I heard from others that Ethan Sinclair had a fractured thigh bone and, because of the fall's impact, had injured his reproductive organs—he might never be able to have children.
Hearing that, I felt no sympathy, only a fierce thrill of revenge.
I know, it's time for me to take the initiative.
I went to the Sinclair Family villa.
Ethan Sinclair's parents saw me, their faces turning pale with anger.
"You jinx! How dare you come to our home!" Ethan's mother shouted, pointing her finger at my nose.
I didn't get angry. Instead, I sat on the sofa and pulled out a document.
"I'm here to make a deal with you."
"What kind of deal?" Ethan's father asked coldly.
"Return what you stole from the Lancaster Group's safe, and let Ethan Sinclair marry me." I looked at them, my tone firm.
"You must be dreaming!" Ethan's mother screamed.
"Whether I'm dreaming or not, you know it in your hearts." I took out my phone and played a recording.
It was one I had secretly recorded earlier—Ethan Sinclair admitting that he and Evelyn Stephenson were the ones who stole the items.
"If this recording gets exposed, the entire Sinclair Family's reputation will be ruined." I put my phone away.
"Besides me, who else would be willing to marry Ethan in his current state?"
Ethan's father and mother exchanged a glance, their faces darkening.
They were silent for a long time. Finally, Ethan's father spoke, "We can return your belongings, but as for the marriage, we need to think it over."
"I'll give you three days." I stood up. "In three days, I want to see results."
After saying that, I turned and left the Sinclair family home.
Back at the hospital, just as I reached the ward door, I saw the doctor rushing toward me.
"Ms. Lancaster, it's not good—your father's condition has suddenly worsened!"
My heart tightened as I rushed into the ward.
Inside, nurses were performing emergency resuscitation.
I looked at my father's pale face, my heart aching as if it had been cut by a knife.
The resuscitation lasted over an hour, but in the end, the doctor just shook his head.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Lancaster. We've done everything we could."
I sank to the floor, tears flooding down my face.
Dad, I'm sorry. It's my fault you're gone.
I hadn't even had a chance to avenge you before you left.
After taking care of Dad's funeral, Mom's mental health kept deteriorating.
She locked herself in her room every day, refusing to speak or eat, her eyes empty and distant.
The doctor said she had severe depression.
When it rains, it pours—the Lancaster Group plummeted into crisis after Dad's death and the theft of crucial documents caused the stock to nosedive.
Watching the turmoil at home, the hatred in my heart only grew deeper.
All of this was caused by Ethan Sinclair and Evelyn Stephenson!
Three days later, the Sinclair Family gave me their answer—they agreed to my terms.
Ethan Sinclair and I had a very simple wedding. No guests—just the two of us and our parents.
On the wedding day, Ethan sat in a wheelchair, his face so gloomy it might have dripped with darkness.
I wore a wedding dress, but not a trace of joy touched me as a bride.
This wedding was but a calculated step in my revenge.
After the wedding, I moved into the Sinclair family estate.
Ethan Sinclair was cold toward me, even bordering on outright contempt.
But I didn't care. What I wanted wasn't his love—it was the power and wealth of the Sinclair family.
I knew the Sinclair family was currently short on funds to keep things running.
And I still held some connections and resources left behind by my father.
I found Ethan Sinclair and said to him, "I can help fund the Sinclair Family, but I have conditions."
"What conditions?" He asked coldly.
"I want a say in managing the Sinclair Family Company, and when it comes to family matters, I'll be the one calling the shots."
Ethan looked at me, his eyes swirling with mixed emotions.
He was silent for a long time before finally nodding.
After securing his approval, I began injecting capital into the Sinclair Family.
At the same time, I also started involving myself in the Sinclair Family Company's affairs.
Relying on my own abilities and the connections my father left behind, I quickly found my footing in the company.
Once, I heard that Ethan Sinclair was drinking with some friends in a private room at a private club, and they even brought in hostesses.
I immediately took a few bodyguards and headed to the club.
The waiter at the private room door tried to stop me but was pushed aside by my bodyguards.
I pushed the door open and saw Ethan Sinclair holding a woman, drinking, his face lit with a smug smile.
When he saw me come in, his smile froze.
"What are you doing here?" His tone was sharp.
"I'm here to take you home." I walked over to him and grabbed his arm.
"I'm not going back!" He shook off my hand.
I didn't get angry; instead, I said to the bodyguard beside me, "Take Mr. Sinclair home."
The bodyguard stepped forward and pulled Ethan Sinclair up.
Ethan struggled, "Cynthia Lancaster, let me go! I don't need you to interfere!"
I looked at him coldly and said, "From the day you married me, you've been under my control."
After saying that, I turned and walked out of the private room.
When I got home, I locked Ethan Sinclair in the room.
"You're not allowed to leave without my permission." I said to him.
He glared at me fiercely but was powerless.
I knew then that I had already begun to take control of this house.
As for Evelyn Stephenson, she hasn't shown up at all since Ethan Sinclair ran into trouble.
Later, I heard that, fearing involvement, she had secretly gone abroad.
Well, one less problem.
But deep down, I know my path of revenge isn't over yet.
I will make the Sinclair Family pay an even harsher price for what they've done.
I sat in the study, staring out at the night view beyond the window.
The night in R City was ablaze with dazzling lights.
But deep inside, my heart felt ice-cold.
I picked up my father's photo and whispered, "Dad, don't worry. I will make those who hurt our family pay."
In the photo, my father's smile was gentle and warm.
I know he's watching over me from heaven.
I will carry his hopes and keep moving forward, no matter how thorny the road ahead is.
The housekeeper told me during breakfast that Evelyn Stephenson was back in the country.
At that moment, I was feeding my son Ryan some steamed egg custard. The spoon paused for a second, and some custard spilled onto Ryan's bib.
Ryan blinked his eyes, so much like Ethan Sinclair's, and asked in a childish voice, "Mom, what's wrong?"
I wiped his mouth clean and shook my head with a smile. "Nothing, I just got distracted."
But inside, my heart was in turmoil.
She actually dared to come back.
Sure enough, that afternoon, Evelyn Stephenson appeared right at the Sinclair family's doorstep.
She wore a red dress, flawless makeup, carrying an expensive gift box, acting as naturally as if she were coming back home.
Ethan Sinclair sat in the wheelchair, and when he saw her, a flicker of hope unexpectedly flashed in his eyes.
I stood behind the railing on the second floor, watching the scene coldly.
Evelyn Stephenson entered the living room, greeted Ethan's father and mother first, then looked at Ethan with a voice so gentle it felt like it could squeeze water out.
"Ethan, I heard you weren't feeling well, so I came back just to check on you."
Ethan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but was interrupted by the sound of my footsteps coming downstairs.
"Ms. Stephenson sure is well-informed—you just got back and already know to stop by the Sinclair Family." I walked over to the sofa and picked up Ryan, my tone calm but distant.
Evelyn saw me; the smile on her face faltered for a moment before quickly returning to normal. "Ms. Lancaster, long time no see. How have you and your child been?"
"Thanks to you, we're doing well." I sat down and took a sip from the glass of water on the table.
"I wonder if besides seeing Ethan, Ms. Stephenson has any other business here this time?"
Evelyn glanced at Ethan before speaking. "I'm back this time to discuss the distribution of assets with Ethan."
"After all, Ethan and I grew up together; I can't just turn a blind eye to what happens to him."
I sneered coldly to myself.
So, it really was for the money.
"Property distribution?" I set down the glass and looked at her.
"Ms. Stephenson seems to have forgotten that Ethan Sinclair's wife is me now. His property isn't for outsiders to interfere with, right?"
"I'm not an outsider!" Evelyn Stephenson raised her voice. "Ethan and I truly love each other. If it weren't for you..."
"Enough!" Ethan Sinclair suddenly cut her off. "Evelyn, just stop."
Evelyn Stephenson looked at him with hurt eyes, her eyes reddened.
Seeing them like that, my disgust only grew stronger.
"Since Ms. Stephenson brought up the asset distribution, let me share my thoughts." I stood up and walked over to Evelyn Stephenson.
"There are two options; you pick one."
"The first option: all of Ethan Sinclair's assets will be inherited by Ryan. You won't get a single cent."
"The second option: I can agree to let you inherit 30% of Ethan Sinclair's assets."
"But there's a condition—you have to go to the hospital and get a vasectomy, to ensure you won't have any children competing with Ryan."
The moment I finished speaking, the living room fell completely silent.
Ethan's father and mother looked grim, Ethan stared at me in shock, and Evelyn trembled with fury.
"Cynthia! You've gone too far!" Evelyn pointed at me, her voice sharp. "How could you propose such a cruel condition!"
"Cruel?" I smiled coldly. "Compared to you and Ethan teaming up to steal from my dad's company, causing him to fall into a coma and die, is this really cruel?"
Evelyn's face turned deathly pale, and she didn't dare say another word.
"Think it over carefully. I'll give you three days." After I said that, I held Ryan and turned to go upstairs.
I knew Evelyn Stephenson wouldn't agree so easily.
But I have plenty of ways to make her submit.
I remembered that Evelyn is allergic to lilies, and her reactions are severe.
That night, I had the servant arrange a bunch of lilies in the living room.
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