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Beg no more married to his enemy chapter 86
Chapter 86Damian’s POVThe leather upholstery of the private booth in the Midtown lounge absorbed the low murmur of the jazz playing through the ceiling speakers, but it didn't do a damn thing to soak up the tension sitting across from me.I set my glass of scotch down on the mahogany table, the amber liquid sloshing against the crystal rim. Across the table, Chloe adjusted the sleeves of her tailored blazer, her eyes fixed on the entrance of the lobby."She's late," Chloe said, her voice dropping into a dry, flat register. "If Vanessa doesn't secure Carter’s digital signature on the secondary authorization forms before the label's legal team triggers a full system audit, our window on the winter rollout closes by noon.""Relax," I said, leaning back into the cushions and crossing my legs. "Vanessa doesn't miss. She spent ten years building a reputation for cleaning up corporate messes in Chicago before I brought her onto this payroll. Getting a distracted, guilt-ridden executiv
Beg no more married to his enemy chapter 85
Chapter 85Elena’s POVThe silence that followed stretched out across the hallway, heavy and suffocating. Carter didn't pull out his phone. He didn't offer a compromise, a password, or a soothing word to bridge the gap. He simply stood there, his hands still dropped to his sides, staring at me as if the woman standing in front of him had suddenly turned into a stranger."I'm going to the office," Carter said, his voice flat, drained of every ounce of warmth or inflection. He didn't wait for me to answer. He turned on his heel, walked past me down the corridor toward the guest study, and shut the door behind him with a quiet, final click.I didn't follow him. I stood frozen in the center of the hallway for a long time, listening to the muffled sounds of movement coming from behind the closed guest room door—the zip of a duffel bag, the heavy thud of shoes hitting the floor, the rustle of clothes being pulled from hangers.He was leaving. Not because he had an urgent meeting at the
Beg no more married to his enemy chapter 85
Chapter 85Elena’s POVThe silence that followed stretched out across the hallway, heavy and suffocating. Carter didn't pull out his phone. He didn't offer a compromise, a password, or a soothing word to bridge the gap. He simply stood there, his hands still dropped to his sides, staring at me as if the woman standing in front of him had suddenly turned into a stranger."I'm going to the office," Carter said, his voice flat, drained of every ounce of warmth or inflection. He didn't wait for me to answer. He turned on his heel, walked past me down the corridor toward the guest study, and shut the door behind him with a quiet, final click.I didn't follow him. I stood frozen in the center of the hallway for a long time, listening to the muffled sounds of movement coming from behind the closed guest room door—the zip of a duffel bag, the heavy thud of shoes hitting the floor, the rustle of clothes being pulled from hangers.He was leaving. Not because he had an urgent meeting at the
Beg no more married to his enemy chapter 84
Chapter 84Elena’s POVThe heavy oak door of the home office swung wide, but I didn't wait to see if Carter was following me. My heels hit the hallway tiles with sharp, rhythmic strikes as I walked toward the master suite. The air in the penthouse felt thin, stripped of oxygen, heavy with the sharp metallic scent of impending ruin.Ten minutes ago, we were a powerhouse label managing a multi-million-dollar winter rollout. Now, we were standing on opposite sides of a fault line, staring across a chasm that grew wider with every passing second.Footsteps rushed up behind me, heavy and uneven. Carter caught up before I could reach the bedroom threshold, his hand shooting out to grip my wrist, spinning me around to face him."Stop walking away from me, Elena," Carter demanded, his voice thick with a mixture of raw panic and rising fury. "We are not finishing this conversation by you retreating into another room like you're locking out an employee."I yanked my arm out of his grip, s
Beg no more married to his enemy chapter 83
Chapter 83Elena’s POVThe digital footprint on the server log was clean, clinical, and devastating.I stood behind the console in my private home office, the glow of two dual monitors casting a sharp blue light across my face. Carter stood on the other side of the desk, his hands braced against the wood, staring down at the screen as if a physical weapon were pointed at him."The export IP address matches the public Wi-Fi router at the café downtown," I said, my voice entirely stripped of emotion. "The timestamp matches the exact window you were helping Vanessa carry her blueprints across the room. Your credentials were logged in the active session, Carter.""I told you, my laptop was zipped up in my bag," Carter muttered, his voice tightening as panic clawed its way into his tone. He reached out, pointing a finger at the screen. "Someone must have shoulder-surfed my password or spoofed the connection while I was away from the table for ninety seconds. You know how these public
Beg no more married to his enemy chapter 82
Chapter 82Elena’s POVThe click of the front door latch echoed through the penthouse, leaving a dense, suffocating silence in its wake. The white bakery box sat innocently on the entryway console, tied with its neat satin ribbon—a physical monument to how easily our private space had been breached.I turned my back on the console and walked toward the kitchen, my heels clicking sharply against the hardwood floor. Every nerve in my body was coiled tight, humming with an anger that felt cold and precise.Carter followed me down the hall, his footsteps hesitant. He stopped at the edge of the kitchen island, running a hand through his hair with an expression of weary exasperation."Elena, come on," Carter started, his voice defensive before I had even opened my mouth. "She dropped off some pastries. It was an awkward moment, yes, but she’s just trying to settle into a new city. You're treating her like she's a tactical threat."I stopped pouring my coffee, set the ceramic pot down
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