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."