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Chapter 7: The Punishment
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2026-02-13 17:04:56
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Married To My Fiancé's Enemy Chapter 38: The Cold Flight Home
Adrian stood by the idling SUV, his black wool coat draped over his shoulders like a shroud. He didn’t look at the rolling hills or the mist. He looked at his watch, his jaw set in a line of pure, impatient granite. Lila descended the porch stairs, her legs feeling like lead. She hadn't slept. The paper—the custody agreement—was tucked into the inner lining of her bag, a jagged blade pressed against her heart. She looked at Adrian, expecting a flicker of the man who had held her in the attic, the man who had marveled at a baby’s tiny hands. He didn't even turn his head. "You're three minutes late," Adrian said, his voice clipped and cold. "Miller, load the bags. We’re burning daylight." "Adrian," Lila said, her voice trembling. "Sophie is still asleep. I didn't even get to say goodbye." Adrian finally looked at her, but his eyes were like two coins of polished silver—flat and unreadable. He stepped toward her, his presence looming, forcing her to tilt her head back just to meet h
Married To My Fiancé's Enemy Chapter 37: He is Still the Same
The wedding passed by like a blur, the reception followed. It was a sea of laughter and golden light. Inside the barn, the air was thick with the scent of pine and expensive champagne. For Lila, the music felt like a shield, wrapping around her and Adrian as they moved together on the dance floor. Adrian hadn’t let her go for hours. He held her with a quiet, intense possessiveness, his large hand resting firmly against the small of her back. Every time she looked up, she found his silver eyes already on her, watching her with a heat that made her heart skip. Even in this quiet valley, he looked like a man who owned everything he touched. "You're glowing, Lila," he murmured, his voice a low vibration against her temple. It wasn't a compliment; it was an observation, delivered with the same cool confidence he used in a boardroom. "I’ve never seen you look like this. So... light." "It’s the air," she breathed, leaning her head against his shoulder. "Or maybe it’s just being away from
Married To My Fiancé's Enemy Chapter 36: The Vows Before the Vows
The farmhouse kitchen was a chaotic symphony of flour, frantic last-minute flower arrangements, and the high-pitched squeals of Sophie's daughter, Mia. Lila stood at the center of it, pinning a stray lock of hair back as she tried to balance a checklist and a steaming mug of tea. The morning of the rehearsal was always the most stressful, but today, there was a strange, grounding weight to the air."Lila, can you take her for a second? The caterer is on line two and the cake topper just snapped in half!" Sophie cried, thrusting the baby into Lila’s arms before disappearing into the pantry.Lila adjusted the infant against her hip, smiling as Mia reached for the silver pendant around her neck. She was about to head toward the porch when she saw him.Adrian was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame. He had traded his usual three-piece suit for a charcoal sweater with the sleeves pushed up, revealing the veins in his forearms. He looked less like a corporate titan and more l
Married To My Fiancé's Enemy Chapter 35: The Smallest Room
The farmhouse was exactly what Lila needed to remember she was human. It was old, white-washed, and creaky, smelling of dried lavender, cinnamon, and woodsmoke. It stood in the middle of a sea of wildflowers, miles away from the nearest paved road. Sophie met them at the door, her baby balanced on her hip and a smudge of flour on her cheek. She looked at Adrian, who stood in the gravel driveway in his tailored white shirt and dark trousers, looking like he had accidentally stepped out of a luxury magazine and onto a farm. "The guest room is at the top of the stairs," Sophie whispered to Lila, leaning in as she glanced at Adrian’s intimidatingly handsome face. "It’s a bit... tight, Lila. I hope His Majesty doesn't mind sharing a bed that doesn't have a remote control. It’s the only room left." "Tight" was an understatement. The attic room had slanted, low ceilings with exposed oak beams that Adrian had to duck under just to move. There was a single, heavy oak bed that looked like it
Married To My Fiancé's Enemy Chapter 34: The Escape
The silence in the West Wing was getting louder. For three days, Adrian hadn’t left the penthouse, and neither had Lila. Adrian was a ghost, hovering over security monitors, his jaw set so tight it looked like it might snap. He was obsessed with the breach, obsessed with the fact that Marcus had touched her, and obsessed with the reality that his fortress had holes he hadn't seen coming. He paced the floor like a caged panther, his silver eyes scanning data points that meant nothing to Lila but everything to his war.Lila was done. She was done with the "protection," done with the obsession, and done with the feeling of being a trophy hidden in a vault. Every time she looked at the reinforced glass, she saw the reflection of a woman she didn’t recognize—a woman who was letting the war swallow her whole."I’m going, Adrian. You can’t stop me," Lila said. Her voice was flat, final. She didn’t look at him as she threw a light sundress into a small leather overnight bag. She didn't pack
Married To My Fiancé's Enemy Chapter 33: No Way Out
The roar of the engine from the street below was the only warning Marcus got. Lila felt the vibration of the tires screaming against the pavement fifty stories down. She knew that sound. It wasn't just a car; it was a promise. Adrian was back, and he was coming for blood. "He’s here," Lila breathed, a flash of hope cutting through her terror. Marcus’s face contorted with rage. He tightened his grip on her arm, his fingers digging into her skin like claws. "He’s too late. We’re leaving. Now!" He shoved her toward the ledge where the rope ladder swayed in the wind. The height made Lila’s head spin. One slip and there would be nothing left but a headline in the morning papers. "I’m not going anywhere with you, Marcus!" Lila screamed, planting her feet. "Look at you! You’re working with the Uncle who don't even care about you! You’re pathetic!" Slap. The sound of his hand hitting her face echoed across the open terrace. Lila’s head snapped to the side, the copper taste of blood fil
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