Chapter FortyEnzoI couldn’t tell. No matter how hard I thought about it, I just couldn’t figure it out.I usually only needed to hear a person’s voice two or three times to be able to recognize it anywhere. And if I was finding it this difficult to remember this guy—if I couldn’t place whether we had ever met before he started working in my company—then that could only mean one thing: we’d only met once, maybe twice, and very briefly. But then why? Why would he carry this much pent-up hatred and resentment toward me?I wasn’t a saint. I wasn’t the best man out there, obviously. But that guy? He wasn’t even someone I would have clashed with in the past. He was nothing.Or could he be something?Could he have been sent by one of my enemies? Was Andrew a spy? Sent to watch every move I made, maybe even set me up? Was that what he’d been doing all along?I couldn’t tell. I couldn’t understand what this guy was up to.I listened as his footsteps receded and finally faded away, like he wa
Chapter Forty-oneEnzoI thought she didn’t want to say it out there because there were still lingering feelings for that bastard. I thought she was still trying to consider him and that telling him we were married would feel like a setback for her.But I was wrong.Hell, I was wrong.I shouldn’t have thought of Rain like that. I shouldn’t have doubted my ownership over her, shouldn’t have doubted—even for a second—her submission to me.She wasn’t thinking about that guy like that. She wasn’t even giving him a second thought. She was just surprised that I was able to finally say it out loud—that she was my wife.And it wasn’t like I didn’t want to say it before.The reason I had decided to keep that a secret was because I didn’t want to expose Rain to more danger.I couldn’t trust anyone.Not the people working for me, not even my own manager.I couldn’t trust them, and I damn sure didn’t want to trust them with Rain.But I had to tell Andrew. I had to make it clear to that bastard so
Chapter Forty-twoRainLast night was great. It wasn’t just about the sex, but about the fact that Enzo could say it out there—that I was his wife. I didn’t see the usual hesitation or conflict in his eyes; he said it without a second thought, and that, that was the peak of everything for me.I saw the flicker in Andrew’s eyes when Enzo called me his wife, the way Andrew was shaken by that information. He hadn’t expected it, and he might have thought I was going to gang up with him against Enzo.I would never do that.Enzo was my husband, the man I married, and the least I could do—after trying to run away from him twice and even getting him to the point where he was stabbed and almost died because of me—was to stand up for him against Andrew.I still couldn’t understand why Andrew was doing all he did. I couldn’t understand why he was so after us, especially after Enzo.He no longer seemed like the Andrew I used to know—not the same guy I fell in love with back in college. Not the sa
Chapter Forty-threeEnzoHe needed to leave. That bastard had to go.I needed him out of here, far away, if I was going to be certain Rain was safe from him and from whatever danger he thought he could drag along with him.He told me he would do anything to make me pay for what I did. Even if that meant using Rain. That alone was enough to seal his fate.I didn’t even know what the hell I had done to him. I didn’t know what revenge he thought he was chasing. But if he wanted a war, he would get it. And I was sure as hell he would end up broken, scarred, and crawling if he dared to lock horns with me.I wasn’t afraid for myself. I was ready for it. I lived for it.But Rain…Rain wasn’t meant to be part of that darkness.She wasn’t meant to be dragged into the dirt and blood I was used to. She deserved better. She deserved peace, safety—things men like me couldn’t always guarantee, no matter how much we wanted to.I didn’t want her tangled in my dirty business. I didn’t want her touched
Chapter Forty-fourRainI didn’t know what was happening in there. I wished I had stayed back to hear what they were saying. My heart wouldn’t rest—it kept pounding hard against my ribcage as thoughts of what could be happening raced through my mind.I wasn’t sure Enzo would let things go just like that, and I wasn’t convinced Andrew had gone in there to actually make peace.What were they saying? What should I do? Should I just go in there?What if they were arguing and it had escalated into a fight? What if Enzo hurt Andrew?I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know if it was right to just stand there and do nothing. I couldn’t trust that Enzo wouldn’t do anything. He was so upset minutes ago that he would have sacked Andrew if she wasn’t so important to the company. After minutes of waiting, I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. I dragged my wobbly legs to the door—and my eyes widened, jaw dropping when I saw the two of them shaking hands. What the hell?They were like sworn enemi
Chapter Forty-FiveEnzoMom was always like this.She’d come in pretending she wanted to talk about something important, something reasonable and fragile, but before you knew it, her voice would be rising, throwing wild accusations like daggers across the room. Today was no different. She did today again. She came here talking about family business, about my responsibilities and appearances even though I didn’t need to be remembered, and the next second, she was shouting about Rain having an affair. Throwing Rain’s name around like it was dirt. Like she had been waiting for any excuse to drag her through the mud.I leaned back against my desk, my hands pressed flat against the wood, my jaw locked tight.I knew she didn’t trust Rain. Hell, she didn’t even like her. If I had told her about my marriage beforehand, she would have torn it apart before it even started. She would have poisoned my mind with doubt, with her selfish fears, with her obsession over control. She’d have wanted th
Chapter Forty-sixRain.Enzo will never regain his sight?Did the doctor just say… Enzo would never regain his sight?My the words rang in my ears relentlessly. My breath caught in my throat. I blinked multiple times, thinking maybe I’d heard wrong, maybe I was starting to imagining things. But the look on the doctor’s face said otherwise. It was Final. Certain. There was no room for hope.Enzo would never see again. Never. There was no guarantee.He would never look into my eyes, never see my face when I smiled or cried, never see the world he used to control with the sharpness of a glance. He would never be free from the darkness that had caged him. He would never be able to see the world again.And worst of all—he would never see me.He has never seen me before, and a part of me has held on to that hope that he would when he finally regains his sight, but now? Now, there was no hope. Now, the doctor said there wasn’t guarantee he would ever regain his sight. Enzo would never see m
Chapter Forty-sevenRainIt had been days, and Enzo still hadn’t stepped out of the inner room. The only time he’d spoken to me was when he asked the driver to take me to the company to get him something. Other than that? Silence. He stayed in there all day, doing nothing that could possibly help his condition. Instead, he was punishing himself—and that was only making things worse.But Enzo didn’t see it that way. He believed all of this was his fault. He thought he could’ve done something to prevent it, to change the outcome. He blamed himself for what happened, for the blindness, for the consequences. But none of this—none—was his fault. I wanted to tell him that, scream it if I had to. But he wouldn’t let me. He wouldn’t even give me the chance to speak.Enzo shut me out because he thought he had to handle it all on his own, and the more he pulled away, the more I feared he’d lose himself to the darkness completely.I took a deep breath, leaning against the wall as the warm shower
Chapter Fifty-oneRainThe elevator ride felt longer than usual, the kind of slow that made my nerves twitch. I tapped my fingers against my thigh, impatient, anxious, uneasy,,wondering if I was really going to find something—or if this whole idea was a waste of time. But if I didn’t at least try, the doubt would eat me alive.The moment I stepped out onto the ground floor, I realized I had no idea where the control room was. I wandered past the familiar halls, some security doors, even asked a janitor, but none of them could give me a straight answer, they were all too busy to give me an exact answer. I finally found a guard standing near the back hallway and asked him directly. After a short exchange and a bit of waiting, I was pointed in the right direction.The control room wasn’t what I expected—it was small, cramped, lit by the pale glow of several monitors. Two guards sat behind a desk, watching the screens with dull expressions like this was just another long, uneventful day.
Chapter FiftyRainI couldn’t understand anything.I just couldn’t get it.I didn’t invite Andrew to the dinner. I never said anything like that to him. I would never do that.Yes, I planned to invite Andrew. I considered telling him about the dinner and bringing him here—but after giving it deeper thought, after remembering everything he said and did to Enzo, I couldn’t bring myself to go through with it.It would have been an insult to Enzo. I knew that. And that was exactly why I didn’t invite Andrew.But then—why was he here? Who told him about this dinner? Who brought him here under the pretense that I invited him?I didn’t do that. I saw the way he insulted Enzo. I saw how badly Enzo had been affected by everything—his health, the doctor’s report, his father’s memorial. Enzo was already in a fragile place. It would’ve been a horrible mistake to bring Andrew here, and I knew that. I knew these things and it was the reason I didn’t tell Andrew about the diner, even after his reque
Chapter Forty-nineEnzoA joke.A prank.A play on words.That’s what it had to be. There was no way Rain would bring that man into my house. No way she would stoop so fucking low as to let a man like him walk through my doors after everything he did. Hell, she was there—she saw him talk to me like I was crazy, like I was beneath him. She saw the way he treated me like I was nothing.This had to be a joke.A cruel, expensive joke.“What did you just say?” I asked my brother, hoping—praying—he had it wrong. That there was some mistake. I trusted Rain. I knew she wouldn’t do something like this.“I said your wife’s lover is here,” Eduardo said again, that mocking laughter in his voice making my skin crawl with rage and disgust.“No… Rain wouldn’t…”“Good evening, everyone. I hope I’m not late.”That voice.That familiar, arrogant voice cut through the air like a blade and froze every part of me.My blood ran cold.Eduardo was right. That bastard was here.That smug marketing guy was in
Chapter Forty-eightRainEnzo leaned in, his chest brushing against my back, one hand gripping my waist, the other running slowly down my spine, making me shiver beneath his touch. His breath was hot against my ear when he spoke, low and rough and everything I’d been dying to hear. Everything I had waited days to hear again.“You feel that?” he whispered, pressing the length of his hardened cock between my wet folds, slow and teasing. “That’s how much I’ve missed you, wifey.”A whimper slipped from my lips, raw and uncontrollable.I tried to respond, but my voice caught in my throat when I felt him shift his hand, parting me, guiding himself slowly, so painfully slow, until I felt him press at my entrance.And then—he slid in.A soft cry tore from my lips, my fingers gripping the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white almost immediately. He filled me completely, inch by inch, like he was taking his time to reclaim every part of me he had missed. My walls stretched around him, de
Chapter Forty-sevenRainIt had been days, and Enzo still hadn’t stepped out of the inner room. The only time he’d spoken to me was when he asked the driver to take me to the company to get him something. Other than that? Silence. He stayed in there all day, doing nothing that could possibly help his condition. Instead, he was punishing himself—and that was only making things worse.But Enzo didn’t see it that way. He believed all of this was his fault. He thought he could’ve done something to prevent it, to change the outcome. He blamed himself for what happened, for the blindness, for the consequences. But none of this—none—was his fault. I wanted to tell him that, scream it if I had to. But he wouldn’t let me. He wouldn’t even give me the chance to speak.Enzo shut me out because he thought he had to handle it all on his own, and the more he pulled away, the more I feared he’d lose himself to the darkness completely.I took a deep breath, leaning against the wall as the warm shower
Chapter Forty-sixRain.Enzo will never regain his sight?Did the doctor just say… Enzo would never regain his sight?My the words rang in my ears relentlessly. My breath caught in my throat. I blinked multiple times, thinking maybe I’d heard wrong, maybe I was starting to imagining things. But the look on the doctor’s face said otherwise. It was Final. Certain. There was no room for hope.Enzo would never see again. Never. There was no guarantee.He would never look into my eyes, never see my face when I smiled or cried, never see the world he used to control with the sharpness of a glance. He would never be free from the darkness that had caged him. He would never be able to see the world again.And worst of all—he would never see me.He has never seen me before, and a part of me has held on to that hope that he would when he finally regains his sight, but now? Now, there was no hope. Now, the doctor said there wasn’t guarantee he would ever regain his sight. Enzo would never see m
Chapter Forty-FiveEnzoMom was always like this.She’d come in pretending she wanted to talk about something important, something reasonable and fragile, but before you knew it, her voice would be rising, throwing wild accusations like daggers across the room. Today was no different. She did today again. She came here talking about family business, about my responsibilities and appearances even though I didn’t need to be remembered, and the next second, she was shouting about Rain having an affair. Throwing Rain’s name around like it was dirt. Like she had been waiting for any excuse to drag her through the mud.I leaned back against my desk, my hands pressed flat against the wood, my jaw locked tight.I knew she didn’t trust Rain. Hell, she didn’t even like her. If I had told her about my marriage beforehand, she would have torn it apart before it even started. She would have poisoned my mind with doubt, with her selfish fears, with her obsession over control. She’d have wanted th
Chapter Forty-fourRainI didn’t know what was happening in there. I wished I had stayed back to hear what they were saying. My heart wouldn’t rest—it kept pounding hard against my ribcage as thoughts of what could be happening raced through my mind.I wasn’t sure Enzo would let things go just like that, and I wasn’t convinced Andrew had gone in there to actually make peace.What were they saying? What should I do? Should I just go in there?What if they were arguing and it had escalated into a fight? What if Enzo hurt Andrew?I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know if it was right to just stand there and do nothing. I couldn’t trust that Enzo wouldn’t do anything. He was so upset minutes ago that he would have sacked Andrew if she wasn’t so important to the company. After minutes of waiting, I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. I dragged my wobbly legs to the door—and my eyes widened, jaw dropping when I saw the two of them shaking hands. What the hell?They were like sworn enemi
Chapter Forty-threeEnzoHe needed to leave. That bastard had to go.I needed him out of here, far away, if I was going to be certain Rain was safe from him and from whatever danger he thought he could drag along with him.He told me he would do anything to make me pay for what I did. Even if that meant using Rain. That alone was enough to seal his fate.I didn’t even know what the hell I had done to him. I didn’t know what revenge he thought he was chasing. But if he wanted a war, he would get it. And I was sure as hell he would end up broken, scarred, and crawling if he dared to lock horns with me.I wasn’t afraid for myself. I was ready for it. I lived for it.But Rain…Rain wasn’t meant to be part of that darkness.She wasn’t meant to be dragged into the dirt and blood I was used to. She deserved better. She deserved peace, safety—things men like me couldn’t always guarantee, no matter how much we wanted to.I didn’t want her tangled in my dirty business. I didn’t want her touched