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Chapter Nineteen: The Function
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Married to My Enemy's Son Chapter Twenty-Three: The Library
Nadia heard the car at exactly nine-forty-seven. She was sitting at her desk, deep into a stack of Year Twelve practice papers, when the low hum of tires on gravel reached her through the window. She did not look up immediately. Her pen hovered over an unpunctuated sentence in Tobias's essay, but she noted the time automatically. In a house this quiet, every sound carried. Nine-forty-seven was late. On evenings when Caiden had board commitments in the city, the car usually rolled down the driveway by seven-thirty. A two-hour delay was unusual. She did not stand up to peer through the curtains. She simply waited. Downstairs, the heavy front door opened and shut with a dull, muffled thud. There was the low murmur of Mrs. Park’s voice, and then the house settled back into silence. Footsteps crossed the marble floor of the grand hall. Nadia held her breath, listening to the cadence of his stride. They didn't turn toward the west wing, where his study was. Instead, the steady, unhurrie
Married to My Enemy's Son Chapter Twenty-Two: Cullen's Progress
By the fourth week, the tutoring sessions had become routine. Cullen arrived on time. Nadia was usually already there. Neither of them mentioned it, but the sessions had become the easiest part of the week. He complained about the reading material in the specific, vocal way that meant he had actually done it, because students who hadn't done the reading tended to complain in much vaguer terms. Cullen's complaints were precise. He had opinions about specific passages, specific word choices, and specific moments in the argument where he felt the author had made a decision he disagreed with. This was, as Nadia had learned, the clearest possible sign that he was engaged. What she had not fully appreciated until now was how methodically he was also extracting information about her. It had started subtly. A question about whether she had always wanted to teach, slipped in between two annotations. A comment about the estate that was phrased as an observation but was actually a question ab
Married to My Enemy's Son Chapter Twenty-One: The School Visit
Tuesday morning, second period, Year Twelve Literature. Nadia had been teaching the same exam text for three weeks. This group was right on the edge; she could feel the lesson hanging in the balance. The students near the windows were tracking with her, but the back row had settled into that practiced look of attention that really just meant they were waiting for the bell. She knew how to handle it. The trick was to make the back row impossible to ignore. Moving away from the whiteboard, she walked down the center aisle and stopped near the third desk from the back. Instead of directing her question to the front row, she aimed it straight at a student named Tobias, who had been staring intensely at his notebook while thinking about something else entirely. "Tobias. The speaker in this stanza is describing a loss. What kind of loss is it?" Tobias looked up. He hadn't been paying attention, and they both knew it, which meant his response carried a sudden weight. "Something s
Married to My Enemy's Son Chapter Twenty: What Eleanor Knows
Eleanor returned to the estate on a Saturday. True to form, she arrived completely unannounced, carrying herself with the absolute certainty of a woman who viewed advanced warnings as a courtesy she simply had no intention of wasting. This time, however, Nadia caught the heavy crunch of tires on the gravel driveway and came downstairs immediately, wanting to meet her before Mrs. Park could intercept her. Eleanor was in the foyer, handing her heavy wool coat to Hana, when Nadia reached the final step. Eleanor looked up, her sharp gaze narrowing slightly in a way Nadia was beginning to recognize as genuine interest. "Good," Eleanor said, smoothing the lapels of her suit. "You came down yourself. Last time I was left waiting in the parlor." "I heard the car," Nadia said, offering a small smile. "Even better. It means you’re listening." Eleanor turned and marched toward the sitting room with practiced familiarity. "Let’s have some tea. And you can tell me exactly how these past two
Married to My Enemy's Son Chapter Nineteen: The Function
The gala was only the first. Two weeks later, Leo delivered another invitation. A foundation dinner, smaller than the gala—sixty people rather than three hundred. Black tie. Her attendance required. Then came a gallery reception the following week. Then a board dinner that Caiden informed her of forty-eight hours in advance, his tone carrying that sharp, unyielding note he used whenever a matter was non-negotiable. By the third event, Nadia had stopped treating each one as a sudden ambush. Instead, she began viewing them as a routine part of the arrangement. The gallery reception fell on a Thursday evening. This time, she wore a dark green gown she had chosen and purchased herself, having decided after the gala that she preferred making her own choices about how she appeared. The stylist had been perfectly competent, but Nadia simply operated better when the decision was hers. Leo dropped them at the entrance at seven. The gallery was a converted warehouse in the arts district, a
Married to My Enemy's Son Chapter Eighteen: Blake
The invitation arrived through Leo two days before the event, formatted with the same clinical efficiency as everything else: a charity gala, Friday evening, formal dress, attendance required as Caiden's wife. Below the logistics was a brief note stating that a stylist would arrive at four-thirty.Nadia read it, sent back a single text asking if she needed to prepare anything specific, received a prompt no, and went back to grading her papers. It wasn't until Friday afternoon that she fully considered what attending a public event as Caiden's wife would actually feel like.The stylist was punctual, moving with a quiet, practiced professionalism that had Nadia ready by six. The dress chosen for her was a deep navy—structured, elegant, and understated enough that she didn't feel like she was wearing a costume. Looking at her reflection in the full-length mirror, Nadia decided it would pass.Leo was already waiting at the car. Caiden sat in the back seat, dressed in a tailored tuxedo, st
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