Married To My Arrogant Billionaire Enemy
Brooklyn Carson never planned to marry especially not to a cold, calculating billionaire who treats love like a business transaction. But when her brother’s future is on the line, she signs a one-year marriage contract with Dominic Blackwell, the arrogant CEO who sees emotions as liabilities and appearances as currency. The rules are simple: move into his mansion, play the doting wife in public, and don’t ask questions.
But nothing about Dominic or this arrangement is simple.
Thrown into a world of luxury, secrets, and ruthless expectations, Brooklyn must survive elite family dinners, designer makeovers, and a fabricated love story she’s expected to memorize. Yet as their chemistry turns dangerously real, so does the risk of falling for the man she swore to hate.
And just when she starts to play her role a little too well, Dominic’s ex returns with one goal: to burn everything to the ground.
Lies. Power. Passion. In a house where nothing is what it seems, love might be the most dangerous game of all.
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Chapter: Chapter 112- Christmas decor BROOKLYNA week changed everything.Not loudly. Not all at once.It changed things in the quiet spaces—in the way the house breathed again, in the way no one flinched when doors opened, in the way silence stopped feeling like a threat.We were back in the city.The real house.Glass and steel and light pouring in through floor-to-ceiling windows like the world had finally decided to be kind again. Security was still there—of course it was—but it felt… relaxed. Like shoulders had lowered an inch. Like everyone believed we were allowed to exist instead of hide.Dominic came home three days after the hospital.He tried to pretend he didn’t need rest.That lasted approximately twelve hours.Now it was a week later, and for the first time since I’d met him, Dominic Blackwell looked—unmistakably—happy.Not controlled.Not composed.Happy.I stood halfway down the staircase, frozen, watching him through the open living room.Adrian was there.Sitting on the couch.Laughing.Actually laughin
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Chapter: Chapter 111- PromiseBROOKLYN Morning came quietly. Not gently—but quietly, like it didn’t want to scare me awake. I opened my eyes to pale light filtering through unfamiliar curtains and for a split second forgot where I was. Then the weight settled back in—safe house three, the night call, Dominic’s voice in my ear, soon pressed into my chest like a promise that could bruise. I lay there listening. No alarms. No rushing footsteps. Just the low, steady hum of security and the distant clink of dishes somewhere downstairs. Relief crept in slowly, cautious as a stray cat. A knock sounded at my door. Soft. Respectful. I sat up immediately. “Yeah?” The door opened just enough for Mr. Alcott to peer in. “Good morning, Mrs. Blackwell. Gerald has arrived.” My heart skipped. “Is everything okay?” “Yes,” he said. And this time—this time—he smiled. Just a little. “Very much so.” That was all it took. I was out of bed in seconds. ⸻ Elliot was already dressed when I reached his room, sitting cross-l
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Chapter: Chapter 110- Fist DOMINICHope was a luxury I couldn’t afford.I’d learned that the hard way—through blood, through silence, through promises made in rooms that never saw daylight. Hope made men hesitate. It made them believe tomorrow was guaranteed.Tomorrow wasn’t.The second the call with Brooklyn ended, the quiet closed in again—cold, sharp, unforgiving. Her voice still echoed faintly in my head, steady but strained, like she was holding herself together for my sake. I stared at my phone for half a second longer than necessary, thumb hovering over the screen as if I could pull her back through it.Soon.I meant it. God help me, I did.But soon only mattered if I survived long enough to keep the promise.I locked the phone and slipped it into my pocket, forcing myself to move. Standing still was dangerous. Thinking was worse.The warehouse sat on the edge of the river, abandoned on paper and very much occupied in reality. Its windows were dark, its doors rusted, the kind of place no one noticed unle
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Chapter: Chapter 109- Midnight CallsBROOKLYNSleep didn’t come.It hovered just out of reach, teasing me with half-dreams and jolting me awake every time the house creaked or the wind pressed too hard against the windows. I lay there staring at the ceiling until my eyes burned, my mind replaying the same images over and over—Dominic’s hand at my neck, his voice saying for always, the way he’d turned away like staying would cost him something he couldn’t afford to lose.At some point, my throat went dry.The kind of dry that made breathing uncomfortable.I pushed myself up slowly, careful not to make noise even though there was no one to disturb. The digital clock on the bedside table glowed 2:17 a.m.Of course it was.I padded out of the room and down the hall, the house hushed in that deep, suspended way only the middle of the night could manage. Even the security hum felt quieter, like it knew better than to intrude.The kitchen light flicked on softly.I poured myself a glass of water, hands shaking just enough that
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Chapter: Chapter 108- ConcernBROOKLYNThe drive felt longer without him.Not because the road stretched on endlessly — but because every mile put more distance between us and the one person who made this chaos feel controlled.Dominic wasn’t in the car this time.Gerald drove.Mr. Alcott sat in the front passenger seat, posture perfect, eyes constantly scanning mirrors and dark roads.Martha was in the back with Elliot and me, her presence solid and grounding.But Dominic’s absence was loud.Too loud.Elliot leaned against my side, already half-asleep, his fingers still curled around his inhaler even though his breathing had evened out. I kept my arm wrapped around him like if I loosened my grip even slightly, something terrible might slip through the cracks.The car moved silently through winding roads, headlights dimmed, trees blurring past like shadows that didn’t quite exist.I kept checking my phone.No messages.I knew better than to expect one — Dominic wasn’t the kind of man who texted while dealing with
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Chapter: Chapter 107- Moving…again BROOKLYN“Never.”The word left my mouth before I could think about it.Before I could remember that this was supposed to be temporary.Before I could remind myself that this man — this danger — this life — was not meant to swallow me whole.But Dominic’s hand tightened around mine like it was instinct.Like it was survival.Like letting go wasn’t an option for either of us.“Stay here,” he said quickly, already pulling me behind him as footsteps thundered down the hallway. “Do not move unless I tell you to.”“I’m not a child,” I snapped, fear making my voice sharper than I intended.His head turned just enough for me to see his eyes.Steel.Absolute.“I know,” he said. “That’s why I’m asking you.”Then he was gone.Gerald rushed past me next, barking orders into his earpiece. Mr. Alcott followed, expression unreadable but deadly calm. Somewhere deeper in the house, alarms began to hum — low, controlled, not the blaring kind you hear in movies.The quiet kind.The kind that meant this
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BILLIONAIRE’s REGRET : I MARRIED EX- HUSBAND ENEMY
“I’ll give you one chance, Li,” he spat. “Prove it’s mine. Prove you didn’t cheat—right here. Right now.”
My stomach dropped. Gasps swallowed the room.
“Bastard,” I whispered.
Then came the final blow. Uniformed officers stepped forward. “Mrs. Hale, you’re under arrest for corporate espionage.”
Five years ago, Cassian Hale destroyed my life, divorcing me publicly, framing me for crimes I didn’t commit, all while cheating with his manipulative secretary, Scarlett Reed. I survived. I thrived. I married his greatest rival, Tristan Valenti.
Now I’m back. A ruthless CEO with a secret son he never knew existed, I have one mission: revenge. And I won’t stop until he pays—for the betrayal, the lies, and the life he tried to steal from me.
Once I'm done with his cheating ass and his sorry excuse of a side chick, they will wish I was dead.
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Chapter: Chapter 60- I must have a baby in my arms— SCARLETT REED —The lie stayed in the air between us long after I said it.Smooth. Polished. Perfectly delivered.And completely exhausting.Cassian didn’t react right away. He rarely did. He simply stood there, studying my face with that cool, evaluative gaze—as if I were a report he hadn’t yet decided whether to approve or discard. His silence pressed down on me harder than any accusation could have.I forced myself not to fidget. Not to overact. Not to reach for my stomach in the way I’d practiced in the mirror.Finally, he straightened, already compartmentalizing, already filing this conversation away under temporary instability.“I’ll have my people tighten security,” he said calmly. Efficient. Detached. “No more unnecessary stress. No more contact with Liana.”As if it were that simple.As if Liana were a nuisance instead of a threat.He leaned down and pressed a brief kiss to my forehead—impersonal, careful, more habit than affection. A gesture meant to reassure without promi
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Chapter: Chapter 59-Proof— SCARLETT REED —The moment Liana’s message appeared on my screen, something inside me snapped.Not cracked.Snapped.I stared at the words until they blurred, my pulse roaring in my ears so loudly it drowned out the steady beep of the monitor beside my hospital bed.Especially when the timeline matters.My fingers trembled as I locked my phone, then unlocked it again, like the message might disappear if I blinked hard enough.It didn’t.It sat there—quiet, smug, surgical.Just like her.My chest tightened. Not pain—panic. Hot and acidic, crawling up my throat. I pressed my palm flat against my stomach instinctively, as if shielding it from her words.She knew.No—She suspected.And suspicion was dangerous.Because suspicion invited questions.Questions invited scrutiny.And scrutiny was where lies went to die.I sucked in a sharp breath, forcing my face into something calm as a nurse passed by the open door. The moment her footsteps faded, I reached for my phone again and typed bac
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Chapter: Chapter 58- Threat— CASSIAN HALE —The doors to Orion closed behind me with a soft hiss.Too soft.Too final.The sound followed me down the corridor like an accusation, echoing in the polished marble halls of a building that had once bowed to my presence. I didn’t slow my stride, didn’t acknowledge the stares or the way conversations died as I passed. Control meant never letting them see the fracture.I kept walking until the elevator doors slid open and swallowed me whole.Only then—alone in the mirrored box of steel and silence—did my composure crack.Just slightly.My jaw throbbed.A deep, pulsing ache that radiated up toward my temples. I hadn’t even realized how hard I’d been clenching it until the pain bloomed, sharp and insistent, like my body rebelling against the restraint I’d forced on it for the last hour.Legal father.The words burned like acid.I stared at my reflection in the elevator wall. Immaculate suit. Crisp lines. Perfectly styled hair. The image of control. The image investors tr
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Chapter: Chapter 57- Merge-TRISTAN HALENTI-Morning came whether I was ready for it or not.The city didn’t care about threats made in the dark or wars settled before dawn. Glass towers still caught the sunrise like nothing had happened. Traffic still roared. Markets still opened.And Cassian Hale still woke up every day believing the world belonged to him.I showered, dressed, and left the penthouse without waking Liana or Elias. That was intentional. Home was peace. Work was war. I didn’t mix the two.By 8:12 a.m., Halenti Holdings was alive.The building rose from the street like a blade—steel, glass, unapologetic. Twenty-eight floors of calculated dominance. My name etched discreetly into the stone outside, not loud, not boastful.Power didn’t need to shout.I stepped out of the elevator on the executive floor to my assistant already moving at my side.“Your nine a.m. board briefing is ready,” she said. “And… Mr. Hale arrived ten minutes ago.”I stopped walking.Slowly turned my head.“Hale?” I repeated.“
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Chapter: Chapter 56- Fight-TRISTAN HALENTI-I didn’t sleep.Not really.Sleep implies surrender, and I couldn’t afford that—not tonight.I lay in the dark, staring at the ceiling, listening to the apartment breathe around me. The soft hum of the security system cycling through its perimeter checks. The distant, muffled roar of the city far below, a living thing that never truly rested. And beneath it all, steady and grounding, the faint, even rhythm of Elias’s breathing coming through the monitor on my nightstand.In. Out. In. Out.That sound mattered more than anything else in the world.Liana was wrong about one thing.I wasn’t fearless.I was terrified.Not of dying.Death was simple. Clean. Final.Failure wasn’t.Failure meant consequences that lived on. Consequences that reached small hands and innocent eyes. Consequences that couldn’t be undone with money, power, or blood.The Marenos didn’t scare me because they were powerful.Power was manageable.Predictability was not.They scared me because they wer
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Chapter: Chapter 55- Not moving-LIANA-Silence settled between us after my words.Heavy. Charged. Alive.Then we win both.I hadn’t even realized I said it aloud until I saw the way Tristan looked at me.Not amused.Not dismissive.Measured.Like he was recalculating everything he thought he knew about me.He finally exhaled, slow and controlled, then stood and began pacing the living room—phone already in his hand, mind already ten steps ahead.“We’re definitely not staying here,” he said flatly.I blinked. “Uh what? Excuse me?”“This house is compromised,” he continued, already tapping out a message. “They got onto the balcony. They knew our schedule well enough to avoid cameras and alarms. That means we move. Tonight, if possible.”“Tristan, No,” I said.He stopped pacing.Slowly turned.“What did you say?”“I said no,” I repeated, standing up. My heart was pounding, but my voice didn’t waver. “We’re not going anywhere.”“Liana,” he said carefully, like he was talking to a live wire, “this isn’t a debate. This i
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