Chapter Three: The Proposal That Changes Everything

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• Betrayed By My Husband,I Marry His Enemy.   Chapter Fifteen : Vanessa Strikes Back

  The morning sun filtered through the penthouse windows, casting long shadows on the marble floor. I sat at the kitchen island, nursing a cup of coffee, the bitter taste matching the turmoil in my stomach. The previous night's revelations played on a loop in my mind: Sarah's betrayal, the resurfacing of old secrets, and the looming threat to my marriage. Leon entered, his expression unreadable. He poured himself a cup of coffee and leaned against the counter opposite me. "We need to present a united front, " he said, breaking the silence."Agreed. "He nodded, taking a sip. "There's a charity gala tonight. The Castello Foundation is a major sponsor. It would be beneficial for us to attend together. "I hesitated, the thought of facing the public after the recent scandal daunting. "Do you think it's wise? ""It's necessary. "I sighed, nodding in agreement. "Then let's do it. "---The gala was held at the Grand Marquee, a lavish venue adorned with crystal chandeliers and opule

• Betrayed By My Husband,I Marry His Enemy.   Chapter Fourteen : Cracks In The Mask

  The night air was warm but restless, like the city couldn’t sleep either. I stood by the rooftop’s edge, the wind tangling through my hair, the glass of wine in my hand nearly untouched. The skyline stretched before me like a glittering promise, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the storm brewing below it.Daniel’s interview had detonated like a bomb—one I didn’t see coming. Every hour since felt like aftershocks. The media frenzy. The questioning looks from Leon’s staff. The way Clara’s smiles had stiffened into polite silence.I was tired. Tired of defending myself. Tired of pretending I wasn’t unraveling.The door behind me creaked open. I didn’t turn. I didn’t have to. I could feel Leon before I saw him—the subtle shift in the atmosphere, the electric current his presence always stirred.“I figured I’d find you here,” he said, his voice low, unusually quiet. “Couldn’t sleep?”I took a sip of the wine, finally. Dry, sharp. “Shouldn’t you be brooding in your office? That seems to b

• Betrayed By My Husband,I Marry His Enemy.   Chapter Thirteen

  The morning after the interview, the penthouse was unnervingly quiet. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the pristine marble floors and minimalist decor. Despite the opulence, I felt like a guest in someone else's life. I wandered into the kitchen, hoping for a moment of solitude. Instead, I was met by Clara, Leon's ever-efficient assistant, who was already reviewing the day's schedule on her tablet. "Good morning, Mrs. Castello," she said without looking up."Morning," I replied, reaching for a cup of coffee.As I sipped the bitter brew, I noticed two security personnel stationed discreetly near the entrance. Their presence was a constant reminder of the life I'd stepped into—a life under surveillance. I retreated to the living room, hoping to find some respite. But even there, I felt the weight of unseen eyes. Every movement, every word, every glance was monitored. Later that day, I attempted to step out for a walk, craving fresh air and a

• Betrayed By My Husband,I Marry His Enemy.   Chapter Twelve

  The driver pulled up to the curb outside a glass building that looked like it had never known dust. Giant block letters read MIDDAY LIVE WITH CHLOE KENT — bold, polished, merciless.I wiped my palms against the soft linen of my cream skirt.“You okay?” Leon asked, voice low and smooth beside me. He looked unfairly calm in that navy suit — the kind of man who could walk into a room and have it kneel.I gave him a thin smile. “Define okay.”He chuckled. “You’ll be fine. Just... breathe.”I turned to him, searching his face for some tell — doubt, maybe. But there was none. Just steady, curious eyes.Then Clara opened the door, her presence like a cold gust of wind. “We’re on a tight clock. Makeup and mic check are ready. Eva, smile — but not too wide. And remember, polished, polite, powerful.”“Nice to see you too, Clara,” I muttered under my breath as I stepped out.Inside, the building buzzed with an unnatural kind of silence — like anticipation was stitched into the walls. A flurry of

• Betrayed By My Husband,I Marry His Enemy.   Chapter Eleven

  Chapter ElevenThe morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a golden hue across the penthouse. I sat at the edge of the bed, the photograph from last night still clutched in my hand. Leon had known me before we ever met. The revelation echoed in my mind, intertwining with the message: "You don’t belong in his world. Leave before it’s too late." A soft knock interrupted my thoughts. "Come in," I called out, my voice steadier than I felt. Leon entered, impeccably dressed, holding a leather-bound planner. "We need to discuss your schedule," he said, placing the planner on the bed beside me. I raised an eyebrow. "Schedule?" He opened the planner, revealing a meticulously detailed itinerary. "Public appearances, charity events, etiquette training," he listed. "As my wife, certain expectations come with the role." I scanned the pages, each line a reminder of the world I'd been thrust into. "And if I decline?" I challenged. Leon met my gaze, unwavering. "Then we a

• Betrayed By My Husband,I Marry His Enemy.   Chapter Ten : A Dangerous Proposal

  The city glowed like a sea of shattered glass, stretching endlessly beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse. The silence felt heavier tonight, pressing against me as I wrapped my arms around myself.I wasn’t cold.I was unraveling.The message on my phone still burned in my mind.You don’t belong in his world. Leave before it’s too late.The words kept circling, taunting, daring me to make a move. Someone wanted me out. And they weren’t afraid to make that clear.A shift in the air behind me sent a shiver down my spine. I didn’t turn around.I didn’t need to.Leon was there.I felt his presence before he spoke, the raw energy of him always impossible to ignore.“You’re thinking of running, aren’t you?”His voice was quiet, but not soft. There was no softness in Leon Castello. Only power wrapped in control, a control he never let slip.I turned to face him. He was still dressed from the day—charcoal suit, crisp white shirt, the first two buttons undone like he’d loosened t