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Chapter 87: The Seat at the Table
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His Enemy, My Husband Chapter 88: The Tracker
Isla was in her boutique on this sunny afternoon, sitting with one of her hands lying flat on the table while the other one held on to her phone tightly, her right thumb tapping against the screen at five-second intervals. Her attention kept switching between the extra-large wall clock and the glow of her phone’s screen. The time was 12:43pm. Tiara’s flight would be landing in just about thirty minutes or so. Isla was actually meant to be on her way to JFK airport by now, waiting at Arrivals to receive Tiara, who has been out of the city for a few days now. But instead her focus had been snatched by something else. Her eyes dropped to the screen for the upteenth time. “The tracker was still moving.” That was the problem… the source of her distraction. “It was the tracker.” The same one she had secretly fitted onto Isabella's belongings, just enough to ping movement when needed. Nearly fifteen minutes ago, she noticed it had started to move. After being dormant for so lo
His Enemy, My Husband Chapter 87: The Seat at the Table
“You always make that face when you lose.” Isla teased her husband in that honey-laced tone she always used at this time of the night with him. Damien gave a dry snort before retorting with, “Oh yeah…just because I let you win.” And right after that, they both burst out laughing. The couple were in their bedroom. Their bodies lay entwined under the covers, their bare skin brushing, hearts relaxed, and conversation drifting as they talked and joked about everything without stopping. Then, suddenly, a vibration from Damien’s phone on the bedside table interrupted the intimate moment. Their voices faded, while Damien’s expression soon twisted into an irritated frown, a sharp hiss escaping through his teeth. Isla blinked slowly, her lashes feeling a little heavy with sleep now. The phone went quiet and then started to ring again. Damien let out a low grunt, dragging a palm over his face. “Ugh,” he muttered. Isla gave a sleepy chuckle and yawned before adding, “What if it’s i
His Enemy, My Husband Chapter 86: More Than a Contract
It was a comfortable evening and the two friends, Damien and Collins were making the most of it in one of the secluded booths of the Veridian Lounge. An upscale clubhouse built into the floor of a luxury high-rise in Midtown. The lighting was low and warm, as waiters moved around like shadows, their attitude smooth and discreet.Collins reached across the table to twist open a premium bottle of whiskey. He poured for Damien first, then for himself, before leaning back with a satisfied smirk.After then, he passed Damien his glass, and just as his friend took it, Collins gave him a more proper look, raising his brows in playful suspicion as he remarked jocularly,“Man, you’re glowing,” He was also gesturing lazily with his free hand.Damien let out a small, dry laugh, brushing the compliment away like a leaf off his shoulder with one hand.But Collins refused to give up.“I’ll say your wife is feeding you well. Honestly. Look at those panda cheeks you've got there.”This time
His Enemy, My Husband Chapter 85: Desperate for Answers
It was just a couple of minutes after sunset, and the light of the day had started to dim.Behind the closed door of one of the guest rooms in Damien’s mansion, Isabella was standing with legs apart.She had timed this moment carefully. She had been making quiet observations in the past few days, and now, she could confidently say that it would take at least an hour before Isla and Damien would start coming home.But that does not mean that she did not have to hurry.She needed to act fast and strike now.Because the desperation now wasn’t just a feeling; it was a fire under her skin. She needed a job.She needed her life back.And none of it would exist unless she completed the one mission she came here for.Failing that mission would mean losing Damien. And losing Damien would mean losing everything.It would be the ultimate disaster, and she could not just fold her hands and let that happen.With a careful breath, Isabella turned the handle and stepped out into the hallway.As e
His Enemy, My Husband Chapter 84: The Price of Silence
It was 11am in the morning, and Isla was in her boutique, sitting at the far corner of her custom office desk, her right finger turning the edge of one of her folders.Her eyes were moving sharply across the numbers on the page. She wasn’t just reviewing; she was correcting errors with light notes in the margins. There was focus in her expression, but also a guarded sense of calmness.Just about three minutes into her work, the sound of her phone beeping interrupted her concentration.It was quite impromptu, yet she didn’t jump nor flinch too much.Her hand lifted with instinct from the edge of the paper.She already knew who it was.In the same manner, she started to pick up her phone slowly, tapping the screen twice to display the forwarded message.And just like she expected, the sender was that same anonymous email address…the one that had reached out three days ago. As well as a few days before that:“Grandmother Hayes”Today, the message from the old matriarch was only nine w
His Enemy, My Husband Chapter 83: What She Doesn’t Know
It was a few minutes close to 7:30 when Nate's SUV returned back to his estate and parked without haste.But the way he stepped out of the car showed the anger he bore while marching out of the house earlier in the day was still hiding in there.It was in the way his jaw worked tightly as he walked toward the house.In the way, he kept trying to loosen his tie without patience while his other free hand clenched and unclenched like it didn’t know what to do with itself.Everything from earlier was still fresh and hot in his head.And now, here he was again, returning to his least favourite place in the world.As he approached the door, he seemed to have noticed that his emotions, though quiet, were still barely controlled.So he stopped.He did so near the side of the porch, where a tall pillar cast a shadow over the stone tiles.He leaned against it with his eyes closed. His breathing came short at first. Then he forced them in and out deeper, repeating the act until he felt calm aga
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