The Enemy Vow
To escape a loveless arranged marriage to a man old enough to be her father, Elara Vance makes a bold, desperate choice, she offers herself in a contract marriage to Julian Hartmann, the most feared tycoon who is secretly in love with her... and also her family's sworn enemy.
The deal is simple, one year, purely contractual, no love, no interference, no secrets. she gets her freedom and protection, Julian gets a compliant wife and a shield against his rivals. But controlling a fiery, stubborn woman is harder than Julian imagined.
Elara soon realizes that Julian is more than the ruthless businessman everyone fears, he's intelligent, attentive, and frustratingly tempting. Julian, on the other hand, begins to feel things he swore he never would, tenderness, jealousy, and a desire that cannot be ignored.
Bound by paper but entangled by secrets, Elara and Julian must navigate a dangerous web of family betrayal, past grudges, and simmering desire. As the contract nears its end, one question lingers, can a marriage built on duty and revenge survive when hearts are at stake?
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Chapter: Chapter 5J U L I A NI watched Elara Vance walk away, my mind still processing what had just happened.She proposed marriage. To me.A Vance proposed marriage to a Hartmann.My grandfather, Eduard would have had a heart attack.I pulled out my phone from my pocket and called Dec."Come back here. Now," I said.Two minutes later, Dec appeared, looking way too amused for my liking."So," he said, leaning against the wall with a stupid grin on his face."Want to tell me what that was about?""Not particularly.""Was that really Elara Vance dressed as a waitress?" He asked as if wanting to be sure."Yes.""And did she really just ask you for a private meeting?""Yes.""And you said yes because...?"I looked at him. "Business opportunity."Dec laughed, like he actually laughed.What happened to the questions he was asking while messaging me earlier?!"Mate, the last time you called something a 'business opportunity' with that look on your face, you bought a failing company just to prove everyone wr
Last Updated: 2026-02-09
Chapter: Chapter 4E L A R AI somehow made it back to the main gallery without my legs giving up on me.My heart was pounding so hard I thought everyone could hear it.But wait, he said yes.Julian Hartmann said yes.I grabbed my champagne tray with shaking hands and tried to blend back in with the other servers, but my mind was spinning.Three days.I had just three days to prepare for this, to figure out what terms I wanted, to make sure I wasn't making the biggest mistake of my life."There you are!" The catering manager appeared at my elbow, looking annoyed."Where have you been? We're short on the east side." He asked."Sorry, someone asked for directions to the restroom," I lied."Well, get moving. And take these to the VIP section."I nodded and grabbed a fresh tray, moving through the crowd like I was on autopilot mode.My mind kept replaying the conversation with Julian.The way he had looked at me with those ice blue eyes of his. The way he had remembered our debate from seven years ago."You
Last Updated: 2026-02-09
Chapter: Chapter 3J U L I A NI stared at the woman in the waiter's uniform, trying to place her face.There was something familiar about her, the sharp green eyes, the way she held herself with perfect posture despite clearly being nervous.Then it clicked.Elara Vance.Charles Vance's granddaughter. Richard Vance's daughter.The enemy's precious princess, standing in front of me in a waiter's uniform, a failed attempt at disguising herself, asking for a business meeting.This should be interesting."Dec, give us a moment," I said to my best friend without taking my eyes off her."Mate, are you sure—" Dec started, but I cut him off."I'm sure."Dec looked between us, shrugged, and walked away, but not before muttering something about me being an idiot."Follow me," I said to Elara, leading her toward the back of the gallery where there was a private viewing room, it was empty, quiet and away from prying eyes.I opened the door and gestured for her to enter first, she hesitated for just a second before
Last Updated: 2026-02-09
Chapter: Chapter 2E L A R AJulian Hartmann.The name alone would make my father's jaw clench. Our families had been enemies for as long as I could remember, something about my grandfather and his, a business deal that collapsed and a friendship that never recovered.I don't know.The details are fuzzy, but the hatred was very clear.If I wanted someone Father couldn't control, someone powerful enough to protect me, someone Father would hate...I know it's insane.Completely insane.But as I stared at Julian Hartmann's photo in the article, his ice-blue eyes, sharp jawline, the hint of a sardonic smile, I remembered something.A debate, from years ago.Seven years ago, when I was finishing my MBA at Columbia, he had been a guest lecturer, though I had no idea of who he was at the time.We had debated on corporate ethics and responsibility, I challenged every point he made, and he challenged right back, and for the first time in my life, someone had treated my ideas like they mattered.At the end, he sa
Last Updated: 2026-02-09
Chapter: Chapter 1E L A R A"Elara, darling, wake up." I groaned as I pulled my silk pillow over my head, blocking out my mother's voice and the morning sunlight slipping through my bedroom windows."Leave me alone, Mother. It's not even morning yet." I said, my voice groggy."It's nine thirty, and we have your final dress fitting set for eleven," mother said, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor as she crossed my bedroom."You can't be late. Senator Blackwell's mother will be there as well."Senator Blackwell.My future husband.UghThe words tasted like ash in my own head.I sat up reluctantly rubbing my eyes.My mother stood at the edge of my bed, perfectly put together as always, cream Chanel suit, not a hair out of place, diamonds glittering on her neck.At fifty-two, she was still beautiful, but there was something about her beauty.Something I cannot really place, maybe broken, that she tries to hide behind designer labels and fake smiles."Mother, about the wedding—""No." She held up
Last Updated: 2026-02-09
CEO'S WORSHIPED OBSESSION.
She was his first light.
He became her greatest shadow.
She babysat him. And he fell in love.
Years ago, 19 years old Olivia Wilde left behind a child, who loved her in silence, now she works for the man he's become. Fabian Stone is young, ruthless, unreadable and far too powerful. But buried beneath the cold exterior, is the same soul that once sketched her heart on torn paper and whispered promises he never got to keep.
She shouldn't want him.
He shouldn't still burn for her.
But the past doesn't forget, and neither does he.
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"Strip Olivia" he said, his voice dripping of command.
I immediately obeyed, like I was programmed to follow all his instructions. My hand reached for my top and I slowly took it off staring him in the eyes. Next was my pants, then my bra, my breasts spilling from their confinement and I rubbed them, playing with my already hard nipples. His eyes were clouded with lust and something else I couldn't read. My hand reach for my panties, slowly taking it off, then tossing it where my other pile of clothing laid. I sat on the desk, legs spread, giving him a show of my already wet cunt. I heard him groan, a hot and sexy groan and I smirked, already proud of myself. I fingered myself, imagining it to be his long, thick hands, I close my eyes, reeling in the moment when his voice dripping command boomed,
"Don't cum without me telling you to"
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Chapter: Chapter Forty.Chapter FortyOlivia's POVFabian didn’t move for a long time.His arms stayed around me, heavy and certain, the way a dam holds back a river even when it’s cracking inside.Only when my breathing steadied did he let go, slowly, as though setting down something fragile.The silence between us thickened.Outside his office, I could still hear the faint drone of phones and footsteps proof that the world hadn’t stopped the way mine had.I wiped at my face with the sleeve of my blazer. “They probably think I’m some kind of spoiled child.”“They can think whatever they like.” His voice was low but sharp at the edges. “None of it changes the fact that you were drowning in there.”“I wasn’t—”My throat gave me away before the words finished. The truth slipped out quieter, “Maybe I was.”Fabian leaned against the desk, arms crossed, gaze fixed on me like I was an equation he couldn’t solve.“You should’ve told me,” he said finally. “About the way they were treating you.”“I didn’t want to sou
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Nine.Chapter Thirty-nineOlivia's POVThe first time I noticed it, I told myself it was in my head.A fleeting pause when I walked into the room. A smile that didn’t quite reach someone’s eyes. The faint hush that fell just a second too late when I passed by.I’d been back at the office for a week, my first real attempt to carve out something normal again, to prove that I was still Olivia Wilde, the determined woman who never gives up before he came back into my life. Before the world decided to remember I was now Mrs. Fabian Stone.At first, it had felt empowering. I’d told Fabian I wanted to work after our marriage news went public, not because I needed to, but because I couldn’t stand being just an ornament in his world of sharp suits and glass walls and because I didn't want the world calling me a gold digger.He’d smiled, that knowing, maddening smile that said he could already see me breaking before I even started.“You’ll hate it,” he’d warned me softly then, brushing a strand of ha
Last Updated: 2025-11-13
Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Eight.Chapter Thirty-EightOlivia's POVI barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes, the letters replayed, his boyish handwriting bleeding into the sharp, possessive lines of his teenage self. You were mine before you knew it. The words throbbed in my head like a bruise I couldn’t stop pressing.When morning came, I drifted around the penthouse like a ghost, restless. I tried reading, tried scrolling through my phone, but nothing helped. Everywhere I turned, I felt him — Fabian, the boy who had turned himself into a storm just to be strong enough for me.My chest ached. My guilt swelled. But there was something else too, something I didn’t want to name, a pull, a dangerous heat that came from knowing how completely I was claimed.I ended up in his closet without meaning to, I was looking for a favourite shirt of mine.His world was always so sharply organized, rows of pressed suits, crisp shirts, dark colors and clean lines. The scent of him clung to the fabric, leather and spice and someth
Last Updated: 2025-10-02
Chapter: Chapter Thirty-seven.Chapter Thirty-SevenOlivia's POVHow did I get here again?How did I find them?If anyone asked, I would swear I wasn’t snooping.Okay, maybe I was, but not exactly in a creepy way.The truth was, Fabian had left me alone in his study that morning with nothing but the soft hum of the AC and the faint leather scent of his shelves to keep me company.He had gone to a meeting, some high stakes negotiation he tossed off like it was Tuesday morning coffee, and I had been left sitting at his massive oak desk, twirling the pen he’d left behind, restless.That was when I noticed the drawer. The bottom one, the only one without a neat label, the only one that didn’t slide open with a crisp, oiled ease.It was stuck, which, of course, made it more tempting.I told myself I was just curious, just passing time, just… Olivia Wilde being nosy. But when the drawer finally gave, sliding open with a reluctant creak, I found a small wooden box tucked inside, plain, unassuming, locked with a flimsy cla
Last Updated: 2025-09-29
Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Six.Chapter Thirty-SixOlivia’s POVThe thing about me is, I’m not domestic.Never have been, probably never will be. I can juggle meetings, negotiate stubborn vendors, even stand toe-to-toe with Fabian when he’s in one of his moods, but put me in front of a stove and suddenly the world tilts on its axis.I think this is already something obvious, when I can't even make a toast without burning it.Still, tonight was different.I wanted to try.Not because I suddenly discovered a secret passion for sautéing or because Pinterest decided to bless me with a recipe that looked foolproof. No. This was about proving something–to him, to myself. That I wasn’t just the mess he teased me about, the girl who couldn’t keep a plant alive, who could make toast without burning it, who ordered takeout because boiling pasta felt like climbing Everest.I wanted to show Fabian Stone that I could care for him in a way that wasn’t transactional, wasn’t polished, wasn’t for show. Something small, something p
Last Updated: 2025-09-10
Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Five.Chapter Thirty-FiveOlivia's POVCorporate events were supposed to be predictable.A ballroom, glasses of champagne, people in sharp suits and sequined dresses, conversations full of numbers wrapped in polite laughter. I knew the drill by now, hover near Fabian, smile when needed, stay invisible when not.But tonight felt different. Tonight, I was the one catching attention.He found me first, Ethan Marlowe, CEO of a rival company whose name carried weight in every financial paper.Tall, handsome in a calculated way, with a smile that promised he never heard the word no. His eyes locked on me like I was the only person in the room worth his time.And instead of looking away, I held his gaze.“Olivia Wilde,” he said smoothly, his voice low, practiced charm dripping from every syllable, I wanted to correct him, to tell him I was now a Stone, but I didn't.“I’ve heard so much about you. Fabian keeps you very close, doesn’t he? Media says you have a thing.”The implication was obvious. My
Last Updated: 2025-09-09
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