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CHAPTER 61 — CHAMPAGNE AND SECRET
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BOUND TO LOVE MY ENEMY CHAPTER 66 — WHAT IN THE WORLD?
(MARIANNA'S POV) A few hours earlier, I sat staring at nothing, my mind reeling. ‘Who is Sophia's real father? Did dad also know about it?’The questions burned through me as I remembered Grandfather's face crumble with heartbreak. Twenty-two years of believing she was his blood, and now this.The memory hit me like a sledgehammer. I vividly remembered St. Mary's Hospital. Where Sophia was born a few days before my mother passed away. I'd spent my entire life believing Mother's death was connected to giving birth to Sophia. But what if it wasn't? What if everything was a lie designed to bring that woman into our lives?Rage coursed through my veins, hot and consuming."Take me to St. Mary's Hospital," I told the driver, my voice sharp though I contained fury.By the time we arrived, my hands were shaking. I stepped out of the car and froze at the entrance. Everything looked exactly the same as it did twenty-two years ago.Then, I was seven years old, watching them wheel Mother's
BOUND TO LOVE MY ENEMY CHAPTER 65 — FEAR AND FURY
(VINCENZO'S POV) ‘Marianna? Car crash? It's not possible.’ The words kept repeating in my mind like a broken record. ‘She can't be dead.’I snatched the tablet from the floor, studying the mangled wreckage again. My hands shook as I zoomed in on the image, searching for any detail that might tell me this was all a mistake. The car was completely destroyed, metal twisted into unrecognizable shapes, glass scattered across the asphalt like deadly confetti. But something felt wrong. "Anna, get my car ready. Now!" I barked, already moving toward the door."Sir, should I……""Just do it!" My voice cracked with an emotion I couldn't name. Fear? Rage? Both clawed at my chest like wild animals.The drive to the crash scene felt endless. Every red light, every slow-moving vehicle made my blood pressure spike higher. My knuckles were white against the steering wheel as I weaved through traffic, my mind racing between disbelief and mounting fury. “What must have happened that led to this?’ I t
BOUND TO LOVE MY ENEMY CHAPTER 64 — WHEN TRUST HANGS BY A THREAD
(VINCENZO'S POV) I noticed Marianna had been unusually quiet lately. Her eyes, normally bright and engaged, now seemed distant, fixed on something beyond my reach. She sat across from me in my office, shoulders slightly hunched, fingers idly tracing patterns on the armrest."You've barely said two words since you arrived," I said, breaking the silence. "What's going on?"She looked up, startled, as if I'd interrupted a private conversation she was having with herself. "Nothing important, Vin.""We both know that's not true." I leaned forward. Her lips pressed into a thin line. "Why bother? As I was about to ask her what was wrong, I heard her grandfather ask“Who's there?” I noticed Marianna wipe her finger across her face in a breeze and smiled as though she was hiding something as she pushed the door open. I'm pretty sure she is hiding something. Edward received us in his study, his frame more stooped than I remembered. When he spotted Marianna, his weathered face transformed.
BOUND TO LOVE MY ENEMY CHAPTER 63 — CAUGHT BETWEEN WORLDS
(MARIANNA'S POV) I woke to a pounding in my skull and bile rising in my throat. The morning light streaming through my curtains felt like daggers in my eyes. I barely made it to the bathroom, my legs unsteady beneath me as I collapsed before the toilet and emptied what little remained in my stomach from the night before."Are you okay?"I jerked my head up, immediately regretting the sudden movement. Leo stood in the doorway of my bathroom, concern etched on his face. Or was it something else? My mind felt foggy, struggling to put pieces together."You should have knocked," I managed to say, reaching for a towel to wipe my mouth."I'm sorry," Leo said, stepping into the bathroom. "I didn't know you were awake. I came to check on you—you've been out cold since we got back from the masquerade."I pushed myself to my feet, gripping the edge of the sink for support. "What happened last night?" I asked, watching Leo's reflection in the mirror. Something felt off, but I couldn't place it.
BOUND TO LOVE MY ENEMY CHAPTER 62 — ARISING SUSPICION
(VINCENZO'S POV) I paced my study, the wall clock marking another minute past midnight. Still no Marianna.I peered through the curtain at our circular driveway. Empty."Damn it." My thumb hovered over Leo's photo of him laughing with that suspicious stranger at the party. Three unanswered calls already. I wouldn't grovel.I downed my scotch, the burn matching my suspicion. "What are you hiding, Leo?"That calculating look haunted me, vanishing whenever Marianna appeared. Like a predator on a mission."Enough." I set my glass down hard and headed to the guest wing.The door opened silently. My phone's flashlight swept the room until it caught a book's corner beneath a folded scarf.*Manipulation: Techniques in Dark Psychology, Influence and Persuasion.* Highlighted passages on trust exploitation and emotional leverage."Light reading, Leonardo?"A car engine's hum signaled their arrival. I replaced the book and reached the main staircase as the front door opened.What I saw froze me
BOUND TO LOVE MY ENEMY CHAPTER 61 — CHAMPAGNE AND SECRET
(MARIANNA'S POV) The masquerade ball was approaching and luckily my ankle was healing as well. I could move much more comfortably after staying in bed during the process. Leo always checked up on me to make sure I was doing ok and even offered to help me with menial tasks like bringing my food upstairs and staying beside me to keep me company. I learnt to stay in bed, thanks to that eye-opening lesson Vin forced in on me. “I can now go to the ball” I rejoiced to Leo “But for now, no heels” We got prepared and headed straight to the venue at the Blackwell Hotel where the ballroom glittered with a thousand lights, reflecting off gilded mirrors and sparkling chandeliers. I adjusted my Venetian mask, the delicate silver filigree cool against my skin. I couldn't remember the last time I'd attended an event that wasn't related to business. "You look like you're at a funeral, not a masquerade," Leo teased, appearing beside me with two flutes of champagne. His own mask was a deep midni
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