My Ex-Husband Begged After I Married His Enemy

The Anniversary BetrayalThe first thing I heard on my wedding anniversary was my husband promising another woman that he would leave me.I stopped outside the study door, unable to take another step.The small velvet box in my hand suddenly felt unbearably heavy.Inside was a watch I had spent weeks choosing for Julian.I had planned everything perfectly.Dinner.Candles.His favorite wine.A gift waiting on the table.I had even left work early because I wanted to be the first person to wish him a happy anniversary.Instead, I heard his voice through the closed door."I've waited long enough, Vanessa. I'm going to divorce Evelyn."My fingers went numb.For a few seconds, I couldn't understand what I had heard.Divorce?Me?My husband was talking about divorcing me.And he wasn't alone.Vanessa Collins.The woman Julian had once loved before he married me.The woman I had always been told was nothing more than a part of his past.I held my breath.Vanessa's soft voice came next."Are

Marry My EnemyI stood beside the open car door, staring at the man sitting inside.Lucian Blackwood.I had seen his pictures in business magazines.I had heard Julian curse his name during countless arguments.But nothing had prepared me for seeing him in person.He was more intimidating than I had imagined.His black suit fit him perfectly, his dark hair was neatly styled, and his sharp features gave him an expression that was almost impossible to read.But it was his eyes that caught my attention.Cold.Focused.As if he could see every thought I was trying to hide."Are you getting in?" he asked.His voice was calm.I stepped inside.The door closed behind me.For a few seconds, neither of us spoke.The car began moving.I looked out the window and watched my home disappear behind us.My old life was still standing there.But I wasn't going back."Why did you agree to come?" Lucian asked.I turned toward him."You were the one who said you wanted to talk.""I did."He looked at me

His Enemy’s WifeThe photograph spread across the internet before I even reached home.By the time I stepped out of the car, my phone wouldn't stop vibrating.Messages.Calls.Notifications.I ignored all of them.I already knew what everyone was talking about.Me.Julian.Lucian.The divorce.The marriage.My humiliation had become entertainment.I walked into the house and found Julian waiting in the living room.He looked nothing like the calm, confident man I had known for three years.His jaw was tight.His eyes were filled with anger."What did you do?"I took off my coat."Good evening to you too.""Don't play games with me, Evelyn.""I'm not."He walked toward me."You're marrying Lucian Blackwood?""Yes."His expression hardened."You're doing this because of me."I looked at him."Of course I'm doing it because of you."He froze."I thought you wanted the divorce.""I do.""Then why him?"I smiled faintly."Because you wanted another woman."I stepped closer."I want another

Don’t Mistake This for Love“Lucian, how do you know me?”My question hung between us.He stood near the connecting door, his eyes fixed on the photograph in my hand.For several seconds, he didn't answer.Then he walked toward me.“Give me the picture.”I tightened my grip.“Answer me first.”“Evelyn—”“Is that me?”His jaw clenched.“You already know the answer.”“Then why do you have it?”He stopped in front of me.The photograph trembled between my fingers.I looked at the little girl again. Her dress was faded, but I recognized it. I remembered the pale blue fabric, the small white buttons, and the ribbon my mother had tied in my hair.I had been wearing that dress on the night my life changed forever.The night I disappeared.The night my family said I had been lost.“Where did you get this?” I asked.Lucian's gaze softened.“It's complicated.”I let out a bitter laugh.“That's what people say when they don't want to tell the truth.”He looked away.That small movement hurt more

— JealousyThe old man had barely disappeared through the gala’s side entrance when Lucian’s expression changed.The warmth he had shown Evelyn moments earlier vanished.“Stay here,” he ordered.Evelyn caught his arm before he could walk away. “No.”His eyes dropped to her hand, then returned to her face.“This isn’t a request you can refuse.”“Then stop treating me like someone who needs to be locked away.” She lowered her voice. “That man recognized me. I have the right to know why.”Lucian’s jaw tightened.Before he could answer, a familiar voice cut through the music.“Of course she has the right to know.”Julian.Evelyn turned and saw him approaching with Vanessa beside him. His gaze moved from her hand on Lucian’s arm to Lucian’s face, and the irritation in his eyes deepened.Lucian didn’t even look at him.“Go back to your table, West.”Julian gave a humorless laugh. “Still giving orders as if you own every room you enter?”“Only to people who mistake their presence for import