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045: Loading The Gun
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2026-03-15 01:37:33
Lavender Pen Now who’s lying? Who’s telling the truth? If you were to pick sides, who would you choose?
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Married To My Billionaire Nemesis 102: Homecoming [Epilogue]
EDEN Hayden is asleep beside me, sprawled on his back, one arm flung across the pillows, the other resting loosely over his stomach. His chest rises and falls in the deep, even rhythm that only comes after exhaustion has finally won. The lines around his eyes are softer in sleep, the tension he still carries in his jaw during the day melting away. For a moment I'm reminded of how many versions of him I've known: the boy who broke me before he understood the cost, the stranger who came back carrying guilt and obsession, and now this one who's now completely mine. I shift carefully so I don't wake him, propping myself on one elbow. My fingers find their way to his hair, threading through the dark strands slowly, gently. Looking at him doesn't hurt anymore. That realization settles in my chest like a stone shaped by years of river water. It used to ache every time I remembered the photos, the signature, and the bet. The way I stood at his father's gate in the rain,
Married To My Billionaire Nemesis 101: This Life
HAYDEN The smell of vanilla cake and fresh-cut roses fills the air. Sunlight pours through the floor-to-ceiling windows, turning the living room gold. Balloons in soft pink and cream bob against the ceiling. A small crowd of people murmurs in the background. Eden's parents are laughing with my mother over coffee, a couple of Eden's new friends from the academy are taking photos, and my sister’s there too. And so are Chloe and Reegan, who’s back from school for the holidays. Then there’s a group of regulars who frequent my wife’s cake boutique. The soft clink of glasses fills the air. Nora is one today. One year of midnight feeds that somehow became my favourite hours, of her gummy smile that still stops my heart every time. Right now, though, she's not smiling. She's in full meltdown on the rug in the middle of the room, her face red, her little fists pounding the floor, screaming her lungs out. The cake, which is perfectly frosted with one fat candle still unlit
Married To My Billionaire Nemesis 100: Peace Like No Other
EDEN My baby bump at eight months feels like I’m carrying a watermelon strapped to my front with a duct tape. Every step I take is a negotiation with gravity. My own center of gravity has officially betrayed me, my lower back is staging a permanent protest, and the baby has decided that my bladder is her personal trampoline. I'm sweaty, swollen, and somehow still horny as hell, which is deeply unfair. Hayden is across from me in black sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips, and no shirt. No. Shirt. He's doing pull-ups on the bar. Every rep makes the muscles in his back and arms ripple, showcasing his shoulders, lats, biceps, and the deep V that disappears into those sweatpants. His hair is damp from the warm-up run we did earlier, sticking to his forehead in dark strands. He looks... obscene. Something about therapy, regular sleep, actual meals, and the crushing weight of revenge finally lifting off his shoulders has apparently turned my husband into
Married To My Billionaire Nemesis 099: Let Him Grieve
EDEN My beloved is standing near the vanity now, one hand braced against the wood. His shoulders are rigid, the muscles in his back coiled tight. My heart starts beating faster as I watch him. "Hayden." He inhales slowly. I slide off the bed and walk towards him, my bare feet silent on the floor. When I reach him, I stop a step away, close enough to see the way his throat moves when he swallows hard. "Please," I whisper. "Don't lie to me again." He squeezes his eyes shut. Then his shoulders sag. “Yes." For a second I don't move. I think that part of me hoped I was wrong. That I'd misread the tension in his voice earlier. That the dark suspicion curling in my chest was just fear talking. But it wasn't. I let out a slow breath. "Where?" He rubs a hand over his face. "One of my properties." "How long?" "Seven days." My stomach drops. "Hayden..." He finally looks at me then. And the expression on his face almost shatters me. There's no anger there.
Married To My Billionaire Nemesis 098: Failure
TW: Mentions of blood and gore. If you’re squeamish, skip the flashback. HAYDEN For a second, my brain nearly does exactly what it has been trained to do for years. Lie. "No," I almost say. The word rises to the back of my throat automatically, the same way I've lied to investors, reporters, board members, and enemies a thousand times before. But this is Eden. And she's looking at me like she already knows. My back is still to her but I can feel her eyes on me. I haven't moved since she asked the question. Behind my ribs, my heart starts beating harder, like a fist against bone. If I turn around, I'll have to look at her face. And if I look at her face, I might see the disappointment and the fear. I drag a hand through my hair and stare at the wall. Say no. It would be easy. Rachel Gregory is a ghost to the rest of the world right now. Interpol is looking for her in Geneva. Authorities think she's slipping between safe houses and burner phones. Nobody knows
Married To My Billionaire Nemesis 097: The Problem
EDEN It's been a week since the arrest warrant was issued for Rachel Gregory. There have been seven days of silence. There has been no new information from the network of informants Hayden's team has scattered across the continents. She vanished like smoke, apparently. The quiet is worse than noise. Hayden's nightmares have gotten worse. Every night now, sometimes twice, I wake up to him thrashing, soaked in sweat, whispering, "No, no, no." He wakes up gasping, his eyes wide and glassy, reaching for me. I hold him until the shaking stops. I whisper the same things over and over. He nods. He kisses my forehead. He says, "I'm okay." But he's not. He's barely eating. He throws up almost every morning, sometimes just bile, sometimes nothing at all. He blames it on stress, on the press conference fallout, on the board meetings that keep getting pushed because half the shareholders are still uneasy. He laughs it off. He kisses me and says, "I'm fine, squirrel." But
Married To My Billionaire Nemesis 030: Ceasefire
EDEN Hayden growls playfully. And tackles me backwards onto the counter. I squeal, flailing, but he pins my wrists above my head with one hand while the other scoops more frosting and smears it across my collarbone. "You're dead," I gasp between giggles. "I already am," he mumbles. "
Last Updated : 2026-03-28Married To My Billionaire Nemesis 029: Truce? Never
EDEN Two unlimited credit cards. No bloody limit. Edgar had visited earlier. A really chill guy, by the way. And he mentioned Hayden's struggle with Victoria and Reese. Since I don't like Victoria and that creepy spawn of hers, I took the initiative to head to his office. I just didn't think I wou
Last Updated : 2026-03-27Married To My Billionaire Nemesis 024: Flowers For My Wife
HAYDEN I wake up on the couch early the next morning with my neck stiff. One arm is numb because I apparently tried to use it as a pillow all night. The throw blanket Eden tossed over me sometime after I passed out is bunched around my waist as if she couldn't decide whether to smother me or
Last Updated : 2026-03-25Married To My Billionaire Nemesis 025: Couldn’t Resist
EDEN I'm perched on the couch scrolling through possible interior decoration inspiration for my million-dollar idea. I resigned from my job at the restaurant. I've been an assistant chef for the longest time, but that's really not what I want to do. The door opens. I don't have to lo
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