Falling In Love With My Mortal Enemy1
I married my arch-enemy. And I was deceived. Yes, you heard that right—deceived!
I never imagined that our parents would go to such lengths to force me and Elvis into marriage.
My father faked a brain hemorrhage, claiming his dying wish was to see me married to Elvis.
Meanwhile, Elvis' mother resorted to crying, threatening to hang herself, and even fasting for three whole days.
Just when Elvis and I thought that not getting married would literally kill our parents, we reluctantly got our marriage certificate.
But when we returned home, the scene that greeted us was utterly absurd.
The father who had been on his deathbed just a day before was now drinking Maotai with Elvis' father.
And Elvis' mother, who had supposedly been on a hunger strike, was hugging my mom, laughing joyously like lifelong friends.
This scene made Elvis and I look like the biggest fools ever.
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"You tricked us!!!"
Elvis and I shouted in unison, our anger palpable.
But the four of them showed no remorse. Instead, they beamed at the red marriage certificates in our hands, their smiles bright and carefree.
"Maggie, Auntie is so happy! You're finally my daughter-in-law."
Elvis' mother exclaimed, rushing over to hug me with surprising energy for someone who hadn't eaten for three days.
"Maggie, call me Mom," she coaxed, holding out a shiny black card. "This card will be yours if you do."
Looking at the shiny black card, unwilling but unable to resist the allure of the card, I hesitantly muttered, "Mom."
Elvis' mother nearly burst with joy, while Elvis, standing next to me, sneered sarcastically.
"Maggie, can you be any more spineless?"
I curled my lips and ignored Elvis.
After all, we were already married. What was the point of resisting anymore?
And Elvis, despite his show of self-respect, had eagerly accepted the car keys my parents had given him.
"Maggie," my mom spoke up after Elvis accepted the keys and changed his address to 'Mom and Dad.' She glanced at Elvis, then at me, with an apologetic expression.
That was probably the only apology I had seen all day.
I was so touched that I almost hugged her, but then she added, "We've already booked our tickets for an overseas trip."
"What?"
Elvis and I exchanged glances, both of us suddenly excited.
"We're not going on a honeymoon."
Getting married was nauseating enough for the two of us.
"Who said anything about your honeymoon?"