MARRIED TO MY ENEMY’S SON
Selina Okoye never expected to find herself standing at the altar of the Bellington family chapel, dressed in white, preparing to marry the son of the man who destroyed everything she held dear. Forced into a marriage she didn’t choose, Selina enters the Bellington world with one goal: survive, protect what’s left of her family, and leave the moment she can.
Determined to never forgive the Bellingtons, Selina plans to endure the marriage for the sake of her family’s survival and leave when the time is right. But Adrian is nothing like his father. And as cracks form in her hate, feelings she thought were impossible begin to grow. Just when trust begins to bloom, Selina uncovers a dark family secret one that threatens to break everything they’ve started to build. Can two enemies turned strangers find love in a marriage built on pain? Or will the past destroy their future before it even begins? 
This is a billionaire enemies-to-lovers romance soaked in tension, betrayal, and the slow, aching burn of two people who were never supposed to fall for each other but do anyway. For fans of dark romance, forced marriage tropes, and slow-burn emotional tension, Married to My Enemy’s Son delivers heartache and heat in equal measure.
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Chapter: Chapter 72 — Adrian and DianaDiana was awake when we got back to the penthouse.I had expected her to still be sleeping fourteen hours was what she had needed, what she had taken, and I had assumed the evening would find her still in the guest room with the door closed and the particular quality of someone who had earned their rest and was taking it without apology.Instead she was in the kitchen.She had made tea the strong, dark blend, which she had learned from my mother at some point in the past months and had adopted without comment. She was sitting at the counter with her cup and the particular composed stillness of a woman who had slept enough and was now ready for the conversation she had been postponing.She looked up when we came in.At Adrian specifically. The particular look not assessing, not managing. Simply open. The most open I had seen her outside of the hospital room with Emmanuel.“Sit down,” she said. To him. Quietly.I took Emmanuel to the nursery. I did not ask whether I should give them pri
Last Updated: 2026-08-07
Chapter: Chapter 71 — The AfternoonWe went home at three.The penthouse received us the way it always did the skyline in the windows, the kitchen counter, the particular quality of a space that had become genuinely inhabited over the past two years. The listening devices had been removed by the security team the previous evening. The rooms felt different without them not because anything visible had changed, but because the knowledge that they were gone changed the quality of being there. The rooms were simply ours again. Private in the way they were supposed to be.Diana was asleep in the guest room. The door was closed. We moved quietly past it.I went to the nursery.Emmanuel was awake. Mrs. Harrington, the nurse, was sitting in the rocking chair reading she looked up when I came in with the warm, professional ease of a woman who had been doing this for twenty years and had learned to read the quality of returning parents accurately.“He’s been fed,” she said. “Changed. He had a good morning.”“Thank you,” I said. “
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Chapter: Chapter 70 — Osei and NadiaWe left the apartment at two in the afternoon.Not all at once the particular dispersal of people who have been through something together and are returning, carefully, to their separate lives. Brennan left first, with Dana, to meet with the DOJ contacts she had been cultivating for two years and who had called at twelve-fifty requesting an urgent meeting. Diana left with Marcus…Adrian had insisted, and she had accepted without the argument she might have made on any other day, which told me how tired she was. She would sleep at the penthouse and we would talk properly in the evening.Osei stayed.He sat at the table after the others had gone with the particular stillness of a man who had somewhere to be and was not yet ready to go there. I understood what it was. He had been carrying a phone number in his wallet for three months, Nadia’s last known number, the one that had stopped being answered in March. He had looked at it every day and had not called.Today he was going to call.I
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Chapter: Chapter 69 — The Story Goes OutDana published at eleven-fourteen on a Thursday morning.Not with a dramatic announcement. Not with the particular fanfare that significant things sometimes gathered around themselves. She pressed a button on her laptop in a borrowed apartment on the Upper West Side and the story moved into the world the way all true things moved when they were finally allowed to quietly, completely, without asking permission from anyone.The headline was simple.The Pemberton Network: Forty Years of Fabricated Justice and the Families Who Paid for It.Beneath it, in the standfirst, three sentences.A Liechtenstein bank. A secondary identity. And the systematic destruction of individuals who threatened a criminal financial empire that has operated, unseen, since 1983. Tonight, for the first time, it has a name.I read it on Dana’s laptop while she watched me read. The apartment was full of people who were exhausted and had not slept and were carrying the weight of a very long night and who were, despi
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Chapter: Chapter 68 — Six-FifteenBrennan’s flight landed at six-fourteen.I know because Adrian was watching the arrivals board on his phone from the moment we arrived at the terminal the two of us standing near the international arrivals exit at JFK at five-fifty in the morning while the airport moved around us with the particular purposeful quiet of a large space operating at its minimum volume. The cleaners. The early shift staff. The occasional traveller moving through with the focused economy of someone who knew exactly where they were going.Marcus was outside with the car. Dana was at Osei’s apartment with Osei, the documents spread on the table, waiting. We had left them there because two people at an arrivals terminal at six in the morning were less conspicuous than four.Diana’s flight had landed twelve minutes earlier.Adrian had received the message at five-forty-two a text from a number he did not recognise, which was Diana’s neighbour’s phone, which said simply: On the ground. Customs. Twenty minutes.
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Chapter: Chapter 67 — MovingWe left the penthouse at eleven-fifteen.Not dramatically. Not with the particular urgency of people running from something that was not how Adrian moved when things were serious, and I had learned from him that the appearance of calm was often the most useful tool available. We took the elevator down, crossed the garage, got into Marcus’s car with the efficiency of people who had decided on a direction and were implementing it.Osei came with us.He had not been asked he had simply stood when Adrian stood, put on his coat, and been at the door. Neither of us had said anything about it. The particular solidarity of a man who had been trying to do the right thing for fourteen years and had been given, finally, a night in which to do it.Marcus drove. The city moved around us in its late-night version quieter, more specific, the particular New York of the hours after midnight when the daytime noise had stripped away and what remained was the essential character of it. Still. Still movin
Last Updated: 2026-08-07
The Hockey Captain’s Fake Girlfriend
The Hockey Captain's Fake Girlfriend
Luca De Santis is the golden boy of Northridge University the charismatic hockey captain with a promising professional future. But when a violent on ice incident goes viral, his perfect life begins to fall apart. To save his scholarship and his career, he's forced into a fake relationship for a hit college reality show.
The last person he expects to play his girlfriend is Isabella Rossi.
Brilliant, stubborn, and determined to avoid arrogant athletes, Isabella has no interest in helping the campus heartthrob fix his reputation. But the scholarship offered by the show could change her life, so she reluctantly agrees.
The rules are simple: smile for the cameras, hold hands in public, steal convincing kisses, and never let their hearts get involved.
What begins as a carefully scripted romance soon turns dangerously real. As jealous exes, hidden secrets, and relentless media attention threaten to tear them apart, Luca and Isabella discover that the hardest role to play isn't pretending to be in love it's pretending they're not.
In a world where every kiss is meant to fool the audience, can two guarded hearts find a love that's real enough to survive the spotlight?
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Chapter: Chapter 20 — AfterLucaIsabella didn’t check her phone again until they were sitting on the tailgate of Beckett’s truck outside Levi’s Diner, milkshakes forgotten and melting between them, the adrenaline of the night finally starting to ebb into something closer to bone-deep exhaustion.“You’re quiet,” Luca said, nudging her shoulder with his. “That’s new for you.”“I’m processing.” She turned her phone over in her hands without unlocking it. “Twelve hours ago I was grading Gatsby essays. Now I’m apparently in a real relationship, defending a hardship fund, and somehow the most normal part of my night was finding out my fake boyfriend’s rival has a conscience.”“When you put it like that, it does sound like a lot.”“It’s a lot.” But she was smiling when she said it, small and disbelieving, and Luca found himself watching the curve of her mouth instead of the diner lights reflecting off the truck’s windshield. “I keep waiting to feel regret. About tonight. About saying what I said on camera. It hasn’t c
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Chapter: Chapter 19 — Conflict of InterestIsabellaIsabella read the email a third time, hoping the words might rearrange themselves into something less catastrophic. They didn’t.“They’re freezing my stipend,” she said, voice flatter than she meant it to be, shock working its way through her slower than it should have. “Because of tonight. Because of” she gestured vaguely between them, throat tightening “this. Us. Whatever we are now.”Luca took the phone gently from her hand and read it himself, jaw tightening with every line. “This is insane. You didn’t do anything wrong. You told the truth on camera.”“I told the truth about being in a real relationship with the person whose scholarship narrative I was hired to support.” Isabella pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes, exhaustion and panic tangling together until she could barely separate them. “That’s exactly the kind of thing that reads as a conflict of interest to a financial aid office that doesn’t care about nuance. They’re going to say I compromised the int
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Chapter: Chapter 18 — The DecisionIsabellaSuarez lowered the phone slowly, and the pause before she spoke stretched long enough that Isabella felt Luca’s grip on her hand tighten.“The conference has suspended Dominic Hale for the remainder of the season, pending a full investigation into Coach Holloway’s conduct,” Suarez said. “Holloway’s been placed on administrative leave, effective immediately, and Ashford’s athletic director has issued a formal retraction of tonight’s video and their disciplinary request.” A breath. “Luca, you’re fully cleared. No suspension, no hearing. Your record stands clean.”The room seemed to collectively remember how to breathe. Beckett let out a whoop loud enough to startle the production crew still packing up equipment nearby, and Marco steady Marco, who’d spent the entire night trembling put his face in his hands and cried, quiet and overwhelmed, relief finally breaking through months of fear.Luca didn’t move for a second, like the news needed time to land somewhere real. Then he tur
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Chapter: Chapter 17 — Side by SideLucaThe red light blinked on, and Renata didn’t waste time on pleasantries this go-around.“We’re back with breaking developments,” she said, straight to camera. “In the last twenty minutes, a video surfaced online, released by Ashford University’s assistant coach, alleging that Marco Ibarra’s harassment claims were fabricated. Luca De Santis says that footage was manipulated. Tonight, we’re going to let viewers judge for themselves.”A monitor beside the set lit up, split-screen Holloway’s edited clip on the left, thirty-one seconds of stitched fragments and a damning caption. On the right, the raw, unedited file the production team had pulled in under nine minutes, timestamp intact, nearly four full minutes long.“Play it,” Luca said.The room went quiet as the real footage rolled. Marco’s voice, unbroken this time, context intact: “I keep thinking if I just told someone what he actually said to me, nobody would believe it like, if I said he threatened me, people would think I was
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Chapter: Chapter 16 — FabricatedIsabellaThe clip was thirty-one seconds long, and it was good good enough that Isabella’s stomach dropped even knowing, with absolute certainty, that it was a lie.It showed Marco and Luca in what looked like a hallway, heads bent together, Marco’s mouth moving in a clip so tightly edited it was impossible to hear full sentences just fragments, stitched together with a chyron underneath: ”…if we just say he threatened me… nobody will check…” The audio was Marco’s voice. Isabella was almost sure of that. Just not Marco’s words, not in that order, not meaning what the caption implied they meant.“That’s from weeks ago,” Marco said, voice climbing toward panic again. “That’s I remember that conversation, Luca, that was the day you told me it wasn’t my fault, and I said something about how nobody would believe me if I said what actually happened, and they cut it, they cut the middle out and stitched two different sentences together”“I know,” Luca said, low and controlled, one hand comin
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Chapter: Chapter 15 — What She Said On CameraLucaIsabella took the seat beside him like she belonged there which, Luca realized somewhere in the back of his scrambled mind, she did, contract or no contract, cameras or no cameras.“Isabella,” Renata said, gentler now, “you and Luca’s relationship became public in the middle of an already difficult story. Some viewers have questioned whether it’s genuine, or whether it’s for lack of a better phrase a PR strategy. What would you say to that?”Isabella’s hands were folded in her lap, steady despite everything. Luca watched her take a breath, watched her decide something before she spoke.“I’d say people are allowed to question it,” she said. “I questioned it too, at the start. I walked into an athletics office three months ago absolutely certain I was being handed a business arrangement, and I was right that’s exactly what it was, at first.” She glanced sideways at Luca, something soft and unguarded slipping through the careful composure. “But somewhere between then and tonight, I
Last Updated: 2026-07-27
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