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 23CHAPTER TWENTY-THREEJULIANElara's kiss on my cheek lingered long after she'd gone to bed, a simple gesture that somehow felt more significant than our kiss at the wedding ceremony.I sat alone in the living room, processing everything from the conversation we'd just had—her admission about fearing control, about fearing she might disappear into her own protective instincts, my own confession about wanting to support rather than control her.This was becoming complicated in ways I hadn't anticipated when I'd agreed to this contract marriage. What started as an opportunity for revenge against the Vance family, mixed with genuine desire to help someone in danger, was transforming into something I hadn't planned for.Real feelings. Real intimacy. Real vulnerability.My phone buzzed. Dec.How'd the party go? Heard about Richard Vance's grand entrance.It happened. Elara handled it beautifully, actually stood up to him in front of everyone.Damn. That takes guts. How are you two doing oth
Last Updated: 2026-08-31
Chapter: Chapter 22CHAPTER TWENTY-TWOELARAI woke up Saturday morning to the smell of coffee and the sound of Julian moving around the kitchen. For a moment, lying in bed, I let myself simply enjoy the domesticity of it, waking up to sounds of someone else in the apartment, someone who wasn't judging me, controlling me, or planning my life without consultation.I got dressed and made my way to the kitchen, finding Julian already dressed casually in jeans and a soft gray sweater, looking nothing like the corporate titan from last night's party."Morning," he said, sliding a mug of coffee toward me as I sat at the island. "Sleep okay?""Better than I expected, actually. You?""Same. Though I keep replaying your father's dramatic entrance."I winced. "That was a lot, wasn't it?""It was. But you handled it beautifully."We sat in comfortable silence for a moment, sipping coffee, both processing the events of the previous evening."I've been thinking," I said finally. "About what I said to my father. About
Last Updated: 2026-08-31
Chapter: Chapter 21CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE ELARAI was laughing at something ridiculous Dec had said, something about his terrible dance moves in law school, when I noticed the shift in the room's energy. Conversations quieted, heads turned toward the entrance.My father stood there, uninvited but undeniably present, his expression furious as he scanned the crowd for me."Oh no," I murmured.Dec followed my gaze. "Is that—""My father. Yes."Julian appeared at my side almost instantly, having noticed the same disturbance. "Stay calm. We'll handle this together."Richard spotted us and began walking directly toward us, ignoring the whispered comments and stares from other guests."Richard," Julian said, his voice cold and controlled. "I don't recall extending you an invitation.""I don't need an invitation to speak with my daughter," Father said, his voice carrying across the suddenly silent room."She's not just your daughter anymore," Julian replied. "She's my wife. This is my home, my party. You're not we
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Chapter: Chapter 20CHAPTER TWENTY JULIANThe invitations had gone out weeks before Elara and I even met, for what was originally planned as a corporate gala, but had transformed into our engagement party once word of our marriage spread through Manhattan society. Two hundred guests, all curious to see the couple who'd shocked the city.I stood in my study, adjusting my cufflinks, going over the guest list one more time. Business partners, society families, a few journalists we'd vetted carefully, competitors who wanted to assess the situation firsthand.This would be Elara's first real test as my wife, not the intimate wedding ceremony with people who already cared about her, but a performance in front of two hundred strangers who would judge every word, every gesture, every interaction between us."Julian?" Elara's voice came from the hallway. "I need your opinion on something."I walked out to find her standing near the bedroom doors, wearing a robe, looking nervous."What's wrong?""Nothing's wrong,
Last Updated: 2026-08-30
Chapter: Chapter 19CHAPTER NINETEEN ELARAThat evening, Julian came home at exactly 7 PM, as promised. I heard the elevator ding and looked up from where I was curled on the couch with my laptop, working on E.V. Sterling analysis for a client."Honey, I'm home," he said dryly, setting down his briefcase.I laughed. "That's very domestic of you.""I'm trying it out. See if it feels natural yet.""Does it?"He considered this, loosening his tie as he walked toward the kitchen. "Surprisingly, yes. Something about coming home to find someone here, waiting.""I wasn't waiting, I was working.""Same thing, really." He opened the refrigerator, surveying options. "Did you eat dinner?""Not yet. I was going to order something once I finished this analysis.""I can cook, if you're not opposed to that."I closed my laptop, curious. "You cook?""Rosa insisted I learn basic cooking skills growing up. Said no grandson of hers would survive on takeout alone.""What's your specialty?""Honestly? Probably pasta. Simple
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Chapter: Chapter 18CHAPTER EIGHTEENELARAAfter Julian left for work, I stood in the kitchen for a long moment, surrounded by evidence of my anxious baking, trying to process the morning.He'd called me his wife, well, not directly, but the implication was there in every interaction. And I'd found myself genuinely enjoying our banter, the easy way conversation flowed between us despite everything we'd been through in the past week.This was dangerous territory. We'd agreed to build trust and partnership first, to let anything else develop naturally. But sitting here now, cleaning up my baking mess, I realized how easily I could fall for this man.My phone buzzed. Maya.How's married life treating you? Is my brother being appropriately doting?I smiled and typed back: He complimented my muffins and left for work. Very romantic.Ha! Give him time, he's not used to having someone around to dote on. But seriously, you okay? Yesterday was a lot.I'm okay. Better than expected, actually.Good. Hey, want to do
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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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