IN LOVE WITH HIS ENEMY
For three years, Eliza Sterling has lived with a quiet grief. After giving her husband, Scott, her entire fortune and her father's company, her only regret is the child they've been unable to conceive. On the morning of their third anniversary, she discovers Scott’s real betrayal: a secret plan to sell her father's empire out from under her, confiding in his CFO that his wife is “a soft spot” to be managed.
But the real devastation waits in his office. There, she finds Scott with her stepsister, Chloe—a betrayal made monstrous when Chloe reveals the truth: their infertility is Scott’s choice, a cold strategy to prevent a true heir. Eliza is left utterly ruined, her heart, her home, and her legacy stolen.
Her only offer of help comes from Adam Thorne, Scott’s rival, who presents not condolences but a partnership. In exchange for his legal and strategic might to destroy Scott, he wants a piece of the company. Eliza accepts, forging a bond built on revenge and a sharp, growing respect. As Scott watches the wife he took for granted become his most dangerous enemy, he is consumed by a regret that may be too late. Eliza must navigate a war on two fronts: a corporate battle to reclaim her power, and a personal war for her future, caught between the husband who shattered her and the rival who challenges her to rebuild herself from the ashes.
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Chapter: Chapter 117 - The sabotage Eliza's POVThe first sign of trouble came three weeks after the groundbreaking.I was in the study when Clara burst through the door, her face pale."The site. Someone's been there.""What do you mean?""The foundation. The cement we poured last week. It's ruined. Someone drilled into it. Weakened the whole structure."I stood. "Sabotage?""Has to be. The foreman found it this morning. If we hadn't caught it, the whole building could have collapsed."My blood went cold. "Who knew about the site?""Everyone. It's not a secret. But the workers, the contractors they've all been vetted.""Clearly not well enough."The SiteThe construction site was chaos.Workers stood in clusters, murmuring. The foreman, a weathered man named Castillo, met me at the gate."Ms. Sterling. I'm sorry. We should have caught this sooner.""Show me."He led me to the
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Chapter: Chapter 114 - The family she lost Eliza's POV Maya had been with us for five months when the letter arrived. She was different now. Brighter. She laughed more. She'd made friends at school real friends, not just the children at Clara's House. She was learning to draw, to play the piano, to be a child. But sometimes, late at night, I'd find her in the garden, staring at the stars. Lost in thought. Remembering. The letter came on a Thursday. Addressed to Maya. Care of Clara's House. I didn't open it. That wasn't my place. I carried it to her room and knocked on the door. "Someone wrote to you." She took the envelope. Looked at the handwriting. Her face went pale. "What is it?" She didn't answer. Just opened it. Read it. Her hands started to shake. "Maya?" She handed me the letter. Dear Maya, My name i
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Chapter: Chapter 116 - The Groundbreaking Eliza's POVThe morning of the groundbreaking dawned clear and cold.I stood at the window of my study, watching the sun rise over the garden. The tree was bare now, its branches reaching toward the sky like fingers. Winter had come, but there was warmth in the house the warmth of family, of hope, of new beginnings.Today, we broke ground on Maya's House.Clara appeared in the doorway. "Ready?""Ready."The GatheringThe ceremony was small.Maya stood at the front, a shovel in her hands. Anna beside her. Clara beside her. The children gathered around, their breath misting in the cold air.I stood at the back, Adam beside me, watching."This is for everyone who was lost," Maya said. "And everyone who was found."She drove the shovel into the earth.The crowd cheered.The SpeechAfter the groundbreaking, Maya asked to speak.She stood on a small platfo
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Chapter: Chapter 115 - The LettersEliza's POVMaya kept her promise.The first letter arrived three days after she left. A single page, written in careful handwriting, folded into a paper crane.Dear Eliza,I'm at Anna's house. It's small but nice. She has a garden, too. Not as big as ours, but she grows tomatoes and roses and something she calls 'mystery flowers' because she doesn't remember what she planted.Her mother lives next door. My grandmother. She's old and she smells like cookies and she cried when she saw me. She said I look like my mother. I don't know if that's true, but it felt good to hear.I miss you. I miss Clara. I miss the tree and the garden and the children. But I'm okay. I'm learning things. About my family. About myself.I'll write again next week.Love,MayaI read the letter three times. Then I placed it in the box with my mother's letters.The Second LetterThe second letter came a week l
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Chapter: CHAPTER 113 - The GiftEliza's POVThe letter arrived on a Wednesday.Plain envelope. No return address. But the handwriting was familiar looped, careful, the same as the letters I'd found in my mother's box.I opened it in the study.Eliza,I'm writing from a place I never thought I'd see again. A small town in Vermont. A garden. A cat. A life.Adrienne told me about you. About what you built. About the children. She said you're the one who finished what our mother started.I'm Vera's sister. I'm the one who got away. And I have something for you.It's not a key. Not a ledger. Not a secret.It's a gift. A real one. Something our mother made. Something she wanted you to have.I'll be at the gate tomorrow at noon.AdrienneI read the letter twice. Then I called Adam.The ArrivalNoon came slowly.I waited at the gate, watching the road. Adam stood behind me, his hand on my
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Chapter: CHAPTER 112 - The outside world Eliza's POVSpring came early that year.The garden burst into bloom roses, lavender, the sapling Dmitri had planted now tall enough to cast a small shadow. The children ran through the grass, their laughter echoing off the house, their faces brighter than they'd been in months.Maya was the first to ask about school."I want to learn things," she said one morning, sitting beside me on the bench. "Real things. Not just what Vera taught us.""What do you want to learn?""Everything. Math. Science. History. How to be normal."I looked at her. Twelve years old. Brilliant. Hungry for a world she'd been denied."Then we'll find you a school."Her face lit up. "Really?""Really."The SearchFinding a school wasn't easy.The children had no records. No transcripts. No proof they existed. They'd been hidden from the world for years, and the world didn't know how to make room
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HIS REGRET AFTER I WALKED AWAY
For six years, Catherine Kingsley has been invisible.
She married Ryan Brook to repay a debt her blood saved the life of the woman he truly loved. But gratitude doesn't warm a marriage bed. Ryan has never touched her. His mother and brother have treated her as a servant. And now, after half a decade of silence and cruelty, Ryan is bringing Sarah home.
He wants Catherine out.
But for the first time in six years, Catherine doesn't bow her head. She doesn't beg. She doesn't cry.
She signs the divorce papers, takes nothing, and walks away with her dignity intact.
What Ryan doesn't know is that Catherine is done being invisible. With the help of an old friend Michael and a young artist whose life she once changed, Catherine begins the painful, powerful journey of remembering who she was before she became Mrs. Brook.
But as Catherine rises, Ryan begins to fall. The cold, distant husband who never looked twice at his wife suddenly can't stop seeing her everywhere. And Sarah the woman for whom he destroyed his marriage may not be the innocent victim he always believed.
Dignity Over Devotion is a raw, emotional story about what happens when a woman who gave everything finally decides to take herself back.
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Chapter: CHAPTER - FORTY SEVEN CATHERINE'S POVI told him at breakfast.Not in a dramatic way. Not with candles or music or grand gestures. Just two people, sitting across from each other at a small café, coffee growing cold between us."I love you."Ryan froze. His cup hovered halfway to his lips. His eyes searched my face like he was looking for the lie."There's no lie," I said. "I'm not saying it because I think I should. I'm not saying it because you've been waiting. I'm saying it because it's true."He set the cup down slowly. His hands were trembling."Catherine..""I'm not ready to marry you again. I'm not ready to promise forever. But I'm ready to stop pretending I don't feel this."He reached across the table and took my hand. His eyes were wet."I've waited so long to hear that," he whispered."I know.""I don't deserve it.""Probably not." I smiled. "But I'm not perfect either."
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Chapter: Chapter - FORTY SIX CATHERINE'S POVThe book started as a joke.I mentioned it to Ryan one night a passing thought, a what if and he looked at me like I had just handed him something precious."Write it," he said."I was joking.""I wasn't."So I wrote it.Not the whole thing. Not the confession. Not the story of six years of silence and servitude and survival. But something smaller. A collection of essays. Notes on walking away.I called it Dignity. Because that was the word that had stayed with me. The word I had spoken in Larisa's office when he asked if I was taking anything."Dignity. There's a difference."The publisher was a small press downtown. The editor was a woman named Ruth no relation to Grandma Ruth, but the coincidence made me smile.She read the first three chapters in a week.Then she called."Catherine, this is the most honest thing I've read in years. But are you sure
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Chapter: CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
CATHERINE'S POVThree weeks passed.Three weeks of quiet mornings and late night phone calls. Three weeks of Ryan showing up at my office with lunch, of walks in the park, of conversations that started careful and ended honest.Three weeks of learning to trust him again.It wasn't easy. There were moments when I looked at him and saw the man who had ignored me for six years. Moments when his touch made me flinch. Moments when I wanted to run.But I didn't.One step at a time.Michael called it "the world's slowest courtship.""You're basically dating your ex-husband," he said one afternoon, sprawled on my office couch. "But with more emotional baggage and fewer dinner dates.""We have dinner dates.""Do you?"I threw a pen at him. He caught it."I'm just saying," he continued, "you could make him work harder. The man put you through hell for six years. Make him sweat a little.
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Chapter: CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
CATHERINE'S POVThe beach house felt different in the morning.Lighter. Warmer. Like the walls had absorbed something good and were reflecting it back at me.I woke before Ryan. I slipped out of bed and walked to the kitchen, barefoot on the cold floor. I made coffee. I opened the windows. I let the ocean air fill the house.This is real, I kept thinking. This is actually happening.Ryan appeared in the doorway, his hair messy, his eyes still heavy with sleep. He was wearing only his undershirt and boxers. He looked vulnerable. Human."Morning," he said, his voice rough."Morning."He walked to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He rested his chin on my shoulder."I thought I dreamed it," he murmured."Drank too much?"He laughed softly. "No. I thought I dreamed you. That you were here. That you said yes."I turned to face him. "I didn't say yes. I said maybe."
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Chapter: CHAPTER - FORTY THREECATHERINE'S POVThe beach house looked different in the afternoon light.Softer. Warmer. Less like a hiding place and more like a home.I arrived early. I wanted time to think. Time to breathe. Time to decide what I was going to say.I walked through the rooms, touching the walls, the furniture, the memories. My father's sailboat still sat on the mantel, unfinished. My old photographs still hung on the walls.This is where I came to hide, I thought. This is where I came to heal.I stepped onto the porch and looked at the ocean. The waves rolled in, steady and endless. The sun was beginning its slow descent, painting the sky in shades of gold and pink.Beautiful, I thought. Even after everything, the world is still beautiful.I heard the car before I saw it.A black BMW pulled into the driveway. The engine cut. The door opened.Ryan stepped out.He looked different. Tired. Ner
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Chapter: CHAPTER - FORTY TWOCATHERINE'S POVI woke to sunlight streaming through the curtains.For a moment, I didn't remember where I was. Then it all came back the file, the confrontation, the note, the ring.It's over.I lay there for a long time, staring at the ceiling. My body felt heavy. My mind felt light.Sarah's gone. Or she will be. Either way, I won.I sat up and reached for my phone.No new messages from Unknown. No cryptic words. No midnight confessions.Just silence.He's giving me space.I smiled. Good.I made coffee and drank it on the balcony. The city was waking up below me cars honking, people rushing, life moving forward.I should feel different, I thought. I should feel free.But I didn't. Not yet.There was still one thing left to do.I picked up my phone and dialed."Michael? Can you meet me? I need to tell you something."We met at
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