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Living With The Enemy
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2026-10-28 02:14:27Chapter 2: Living With The Enemy
"Your room," Ethan said, dropping my duffel bag on the floor like it was contaminated. It was bigger than our entire house in Cabanatuan. And it had a door that connected directly to his room. "Oh, hell no," I said immediately. "We said separate lives." "It's a connecting door for married couples. My mother insisted. Keep it locked if you want. I have no interest in entering your... chaos." He looked at my duffel bag, where my tsinelas was sticking out. My chaos. Right. "I have rules," he said, leaning against the doorframe, looking every inch the billionaire heir. "Rule number one we already covered. Don't fall in love with me." "Noted. Your ego is safe." "Rule number two: Don't touch my things. Especially my office. It's off-limits." I raised an eyebrow. "Hiding something, Enemy?" He smirked. "Just my sanity. Rule number three: When we are in public or with family, you are madly in love with me. You smile, you hold my hand, you laugh at my jokes even when they are not funny." "Your jokes are never funny." "See? You need practice." Dinner was at seven. His mother was coming. I wore my only decent dress — a simple white sundress from my graduation. Ethan was already at the long dining table, looking like he owned the world. And Victoria Blackwood was staring at me like I was a cockroach in her dining room. "Sienna," she said, her smile not reaching her eyes. "How... quaint. Ethan didn't tell us you two were... dating." "We weren't," Ethan said smoothly, pulling out my chair and putting his hand on the small of my back. His touch was warm through my thin dress. "We were fighting. As usual. Then I realized fighting with her was the only thing that felt real. So I married her before she could say no again." I almost choked. When did he become such a good liar? The whole dinner was like that. Little knives hidden in compliments. Ethan defended me every time, his hand finding mine under the table. After she left, I stood up so fast my chair screeched. "You don't have to pretend when she's gone!" "Who said I was pretending?" Ethan stood up too. He was so much taller than me. He stepped closer. I stepped back until my back hit the wall. "You handled it well," he said, his voice lower now. "For someone who wanted revenge." "I still do," I breathed. He was too close. I could see the small scar on his left eyebrow from when we were nine and I hit him with a badminton racket because he called me ugly. "I know," he whispered. "I saw you looking at my office door." I gasped. "You-" He leaned in. His lips were almost touching my ear. "The code is my birthday. 0812. Try it." My heart was pounding. I pushed him away and walked to his office. Typed 0812. The door clicked open. On his desk, right on top, was a framed photo. Not of a business award. Not of his family. It was a photo of me. Twelve years old, missing my front teeth, holding a trophy from our elementary school's spelling bee. The one he had helped me practice for. On the back, in his messy teenage handwriting: "My enemy. Mine." My knees gave out. I sat on the floor, staring at the photo. What the hell was Ethan Blackwood playing at? ---
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