Beg no more married to his enemy
For seven torturous years, Elena endured every cruel trick, public humiliation, and cold threat hurled by her husband, Damian—the arrogant music company CEO. Ninety-nine times, Damian threatened her with divorce over the trivialities of daily life, using it as a sick game to force Elena to her knees, begging him to stay. Ninety-nine times, Elena humbled herself, desperately clinging to the childhood sweetheart who had once meant everything to her.
He mocked the permanent tremor in her hand—never caring that her hand was ruined while saving his life from a burning building. Instead, he openly flaunted her selfish stepsister, Chloe, giving away Elena’s most prized possessions and reducing her dignity to ash.
When Damian demands divorce for the 100th time, expecting Elena to weep at his feet once more, she finally snaps. She turns her back on the toxic marriage, signs the papers without a single tear, and walks away for good.
This time, Elena isn't begging. She is reclaiming her mother’s stolen life’s work, exposing the snakes in her family, and stepping into the arms of Carter—the ruthless head of the world's largest conglomerate and Damian’s greatest rival. Carter has waited years in the shadows for Elena to cut ties with her past, and he is ready to offer her a new marriage, ultimate protection, and absolute revenge.
Damian thought he was breaking her. Now, he's about to watch the woman he discarded become the untouchable queen of his worst enemy.
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Chapter: chapter 13Chapter 13: Elena’s POVThe white flash of the camera hit my eyes, burning a bright, ugly spot into my vision."Did you dump Damian the second Carter offered you a corporate line?" The reporter pushed the microphone closer, almost knocking over my water glass. "Are you using Whitmore Legacy Holdings as a cover for a private corporate payout?"My heart was beating wildly against my ribs, but I didn't hide my face. I didn't cringe, and I didn't scream. I sat bolt upright in the leather booth, fixing the reporter with a cold, unblinking glare. Years of keeping my mouth shut around Damian’s high-society friends had taught me one hard rule: the second you panic on camera, they win.Carter was already on his feet. He stepped between the lens and my face, his massive frame blocking the light entirely. He didn't touch the reporter, but his presence was so dark and imposing that the photographer involuntarily took a step back."Put the camera down," Carter said. His voice wasn't raised, b
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Chapter: chapter 12Chapter 12: Elena’s POVThe rain had stopped by the time we left the radio station, leaving the city streets wet and slick under the streetlights.I sat in the passenger seat of Carter’s car, staring down at my hands. My knuckles were pale from gripping my tablet. My throat was dry, and my shoulders ached from the sheer stress of the live interview.I had stopped Chloe from airing her lies on the radio, but as I looked at my phone, the screen was already flashing with news alerts. Entertainment blogs were clipping the audio, turning Chloe’s panicked breakdown into a viral soundbite.Damian wasn't going to take that hit quietly. I knew him too well after seven years. When he couldn't win on facts, he destroyed the person standing in his way."You're quiet," Carter said, keeping his eyes on the road."I'm waiting for him to hit back," I said, looking out the side window. "Damian won't fight the copyright claim in court yet. He knows he'll lose. He's going to make this dirty."Car
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Chapter: chapter 11Chapter 11: Elena’s POVThe black sedan cut through the heavy city traffic, the neon signs of the downtown district blurring against the rain-slicked side windows.I sat in the passenger seat, my knees pressed together, staring down at my hands. My knuckles were pale from how tightly I was gripping my tablet. My mind was racing through every line of my mother’s original session logs, every master timestamp, every legal filing. My chest felt so tight I could barely draw a deep breath.For seven years, every time I spoke up against Damian, he flipped the script. He was a master at turning my valid anger into hysterical drama, making me feel like I was crazy for defending my own work. Doing it in private was terrifying enough. Doing it live on the air to half a million listeners made my stomach churn.Carter kept both hands on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. He didn't turn on the radio, and he didn't offer unsolicited advice. He just drove fast and clean."You
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Chapter: chapter 10Chapter 10: Elena’s POVI ended the call with Damian, pulled the phone away from my ear, and threw it onto the sofa.My heart was hammering against my ribs—not out of fear, but from the sudden, sharp rush of adrenaline. For seven years, Damian had made me feel small, invisible, and completely reliant on his permission to even breathe in the music industry. Seeing him lose his mind on live television while the entire press room stared at that bright red injunction banner felt like the first real breath of fresh air I had taken in nearly a decade."That was a quick call," Carter said, stepping over from the doorway. He looked at the phone on the couch, then back up at my face. "He sounded furious from across the room.""He was," I said, leaning back against the wooden desk. "He couldn't even form proper sentences. He just demanded to know what I put on the screen.""He thought you were going to pack your bags and beg him for mercy after five days," Carter said plainly. "You cut his
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Chapter: chapter 9Chapter 9: Elena’s POVI stared at the unknown number on my phone screen, reading the text three times.Carter's company has been quietly buying up debt linked to your mother's old studio... He married you because he's coming for the rest of her catalogue.My stomach tightened, but I didn't let my mind spin into a panic. Seven years with Damian had taught me one thing: whenever he was about to lose control, he tried to make me doubt everything around me. This text didn't come from a concerned insider. It came straight from Damian or one of his lackeys, sent specifically to make me hesitate right before Chloe launched her theft.Instead of hiding in my room with the doubt, I grabbed my laptop, pulled up the master files, and walked straight out into the hallway.If this contract marriage was going to work, I needed facts, not secrets.I walked down to the main floor study where I knew Carter was still working. The door was half-open, warm light spilling into the hallway. I knocke
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Chapter: chapter 8Chapter 8: Elena’s POVI stared at the glowing screen of my phone, my thumb pressing so hard against the glass that the tip turned white.Starlight Symphony.That was the flagship track from my mother’s unfinished album—the one song she spent three years working on before she got sick. I knew every piano key, every vocal arrangement, and every change in tempo because I had spent my teenage years sitting on the floor of her studio listening to her play it.Now, Chloe’s name was listed on the registration database as the sole composer."Is that track from the files you retrieved?" Carter asked, his voice cutting through the heavy silence of the room."Yes," I said, my voice tight. "She took the main melody demo. Damian must have handed it to her from the office server before I packed my things.""I can have my corporate legal team file an emergency injunction within the hour," Carter said directly. "We can freeze Blackwell Entertainment's registration before it passes the prelimi
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