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 33CHAPTER THIRTY-THREEELARAThe Winter Charity Gala was the kind of event where old money wore new diamonds and pretended not to notice who was watching. Manhattan's finest, dressed in black tie and quiet desperation to be seen caring about children's hospitals. The Plaza's ballroom was a gold-and-crystal fever dream, chandeliers dripping light onto tables draped in ivory, centerpieces so tall you had to lean sideways to see the person across from you.I wore emerald green. Julian had mentioned once, in passing, that it was his favorite color. I hadn't forgotten. The dress was silk, floor length, with a slit that made me feel both elegant and slightly dangerous. Maya had helped me pick it out, insisting I needed something that said "I'm not just his wife, I'm a whole damn event.""You look like you belong at the head of the room," Julian said, adjusting his cufflinks in the hallway mirror. He was in black tie, of course, the kind of man who made a tuxedo look like it had been invented
Last Updated: 2026-09-21
Chapter: Chapter 32CHAPTER THIRTY-TWOELARAThe dining room was a museum of my childhood. Same crystal chandelier. Same mahogany table that seated twenty. Same portrait of great grandfather Vance glaring down like he was personally offended by everyone alive.Marcus met us at the door, his handshake too tight, his eyes saying I'm sorry before you even walk in there."Father's in a mood," he muttered, low enough that only I could hear. "Fair warning. He's been drinking since noon.""Great," I said. "That's exactly what we needed."The formal dining room smelled like roasting turkey and old money, that particular combination of polished wood, candle wax, and simmering resentment. Mother had outdone herself with the centerpiece. Orange and gold arrangements. Tiny pumpkins. The kind of effort meant to distract from the war zone.Father was already seated at the head of the table, his third glass of wine in hand if the empty bottles on the sideboard were any indication. His face went from neutral to granite
Last Updated: 2026-09-17
Chapter: Chapter 31CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE JULIANElara emerged from her room around 9 AM, finding me still in my study, papers and legal documents scattered across my desk."You've been up early," she observed, leaning against the doorframe."Couldn't sleep much. Too much to coordinate.""About Blackwell?""Yes. I have some updates, actually. Can we talk?"She settled into the chair across from my desk, studying my expression with growing concern. "What's happened?""My security team confirmed the highway incident was deliberate. Traced back to Blackwell through shell company ownership."Her face paled. "So he really did try to hurt me.""It appears so. I've filed for a restraining order, which should be processed within the next few days. But I've also taken some additional precautions.""What kind of precautions?"I took a deep breath, knowing this conversation would be difficult. "I've hired additional security. A discreet detail that will be following you whenever you leave the penthouse."Her expressi
Last Updated: 2026-09-17
Chapter: Chapter 30CHAPTER THIRTY JULIANAfter Elara went to bed, I stayed up until nearly 2 AM, coordinating with my security team and legal counsel, trying to construct a comprehensive response to Blackwell's escalating threats.My head of security, a former FBI agent named Marcus Webb, no relation to Elara's family, thankfully, arrived at the penthouse the following morning before Elara woke, meeting me in my study."I've reviewed the traffic camera footage from yesterday's incident," Webb said, pulling out his laptop. "This wasn't reckless driving. Watch this."He played the footage, showing a dark sedan deliberately swerving into Elara's lane, the maneuver too precise, too calculated to be accidental."License plate?" I asked."Registered to a shell company. But I traced the ownership structure back through three layers, and it eventually connects to Blackwell Holdings."My jaw clenched. "So he did order this.""Or someone acting on his behalf did. We can't prove direct orders from Blackwell himse
Last Updated: 2026-09-15
Chapter: Chapter 29CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE ELARA The first sign that something was wrong came on a Wednesday morning, three weeks after our visit to St. Mary's, when my credit card was declined at the grocery store. I stood at the checkout counter, embarrassed, as the cashier tried the card a second time. "I'm sorry, it's still not going through," she said apologetically. "That's strange," I said, pulling out a backup card. "Try this one instead." That one worked, but the confusion nagged at me throughout the day. When I got home, I called my bank, only to discover that my primary account, the one linked to my father's family accounts, which I still had access to despite everything—had been frozen. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Hartmann," the representative said, "but it appears Richard Vance has requested a review of all accounts associated with the Vance family trust. Your access has been temporarily suspended pending that review." "He can't do that," I said, frustration rising. "That account has my name on it
Last Updated: 2026-09-15
Chapter: Chapter 28CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHTJULIANAfter Elara disappeared into her room, I remained standing in the hallway, my heart still racing from our conversation.She'd asked directly why I'd really agreed to this marriage, and I'd come so close to telling her everything, about the seven years of carrying feelings for her, about keeping that debate program in my desk drawer, about how seeing her again at that gallery had felt like finally being granted permission to hope for something I'd never thought possible.But fear had won out over honesty, just as it had every time I'd considered revealing the truth since we'd started this contract marriage.I made my way to my own room, lying awake for a long while, thinking about her words: I'm not going to leave, Julian. Not unless you want me to.Could I trust that? After watching my parents abandon me so easily, after building an entire persona around never being vulnerable enough to be hurt again, could I actually believe that Elara might stay, might ch
Last Updated: 2026-09-11
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 clas
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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