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chapter 67
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2026-09-20 18:25:36
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Beg no more married to his enemy chapter 70
Chapter 70: Elena’s POVThe silence that settled between us in the softly lit penthouse was not the heavy, suffocating quiet of hospital corridors or high-stakes boardrooms, but a warm, enveloping space charged with a deep, unspoken intimacy. The delicate scent of white roses filled the air, blending with the crisp autumn breeze drifting faintly from the open balcony door where the distant lights of the New York skyline twinkled like a sea of diamonds.Carter's hand remained resting gently against the side of my face, his thumb lightly tracing the contour of my jawline with a reverence that made my breath catch. Every touch was deliberate, measured, and completely respectful of the boundaries we had built together through every trial. He had never tried to cage me, diminish my authority, or rush my healing, always matching my fierce independence with his own steady, unwavering patience."You've carried the weight of the entire world on your shoulders over the past twenty-four hours
Beg no more married to his enemy chapter 69
Chapter 69: Elena’s POVThe grand ballroom of the Mayfair convention center was a brilliant sea of sparkling chandeliers, flashing camera shutters, and sharply dressed faces. Hundreds of international investors, top-tier music executives, and influential members of the press filled the hall to capacity, their eyes fixed entirely on the stage. I stood at the center of the elevated podium, dressed in a sharp, tailored ivory suit that projected absolute confidence, authority, and unshakeable poise. The microphone before me picked up the steady, measured rhythm of my voice as I delivered the keynote address detailing our label's upcoming global distribution agreements, digital streaming milestones, and aggressive European market expansion.I spoke with absolute clarity, outlining the numbers and the strategic vision that had turned our independent label into a powerhouse. Every word was delivered with precision, designed to command respect from the highest tiers of the corporate world.
Beg no more married to his enemy chapter 68
Chapter 68: Damian’s POVThe sterile white light of the recovery ward ceiling burned against my eyes as I slowly drifted back to consciousness. Every breath I took felt heavy and restricted, pulling against a sharp, tearing pain that radiated straight across my chest and ribs. My throat felt like sandpaper, dry and raw, as if I had swallowed glass. The steady, rhythmic beep of the cardiac monitor beside the bed echoed in the quiet room, keeping time with the dull, pounding throb inside my skull.I blinked sluggishly, trying to force my blurred vision into focus. The shapes around the room slowly resolved themselves into standard hospital equipment: an IV pole dripping clear fluid into my arm, a tray of medical instruments on a rolling stand, and the faint outline of a window looking out into the dark night."He's waking up," a sharp, familiar voice murmured from the shadows near the door.Footsteps rushed across the linoleum floor, and a moment later, Chloe stepped into my field o
Beg no more married to his enemy chapter 67
Chapter 67: Elena’s POVThe emergency lobby of St. Jude’s Medical Center smelled faintly of antiseptic, bleached linoleum, and stale coffee. The harsh fluorescent lights overhead buzzed quietly, casting a clinical glare over the frantic movement of nurses and paramedics rushing through the double doors. I pulled my coat tighter around my shoulders, keeping my posture straight and my steps deliberate as I walked past the reception desk.I did not come here to linger, and I certainly did not come here to be welcomed."Excuse me," I said, stopping a young nurse in blue scrubs who was rushing past with a clipboard.The nurse paused, looking up with tired eyes. "Are you looking for admissions or the family waiting area? If this is about an accident patient, you'll need to check—""I am not a family member, and I am not here to wait," I interrupted, my voice calm, clear, and carrying the quiet authority that usually commanded attention in a boardroom. "I am the donor. My medical profil
Beg no more married to his enemy chapter 66
Chapter 66: Elena’s POV"Thank you, Carter," I said, my voice softening as the heavy knot in my chest finally began to loosen and dissolve into the quiet room. "I needed this.""Don't worry about it, Elena," Carter replied instantly, his tone warm, rich, and entirely steady across the miles separating us. "You've got this. You've always known the right path to walk, and you don't ever need to second-guess your core instincts. Just trust yourself."We exchanged a brief, reassuring goodbye before I ended the call and placed the phone back down on the mahogany dresser beside the neatly stacked itineraries. The conversation had cleared away the lingering fog of doubt, leaving my path forward crystal clear and unburdened by hesitation. I wasn't acting out of a misplaced sense of obligation to Damian, and I certainly wasn't caving to the manipulative pressure of outside forces. I was making a deliberate choice that aligned with my own personal standards and my unwavering moral code.I p
Beg no more married to his enemy chapter 65
Chapter 65: Elena’s POVThe silence stretching across the phone line was thick and heavy, broken only by the faint, distant electronic beep of hospital monitors humming in the background of Chloe’s end. She was waiting for my answer, her breath hitched in nervous anticipation, knowing entirely that her leverage over life and death depended on what I decided to say next."I haven't said yes," I told her, my voice low and steady, though a tremor of internal conflict threatened to crack through the armor. "I am not making a decision right this second, Chloe. Keep him stable if you can. I need time to think.""Elena, you don't have time—" Chloe started to panic, her voice pitching upward again.I didn't let her finish. I pulled the phone away from my ear and tapped the red end call button, cutting off her frantic pleading before she could manufacture another manipulative guilt trip. The screen went dark, plunging the suite back into a profound, suffocating quiet.I let out a long, sl
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