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Chapter 7: Almost
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2026-04-05 04:41:26
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The Enemy I Married: Never Just Business Chapter 7: Almost
He went alone.He always went alone.No driver waiting at the gate. No Marcus with a schedule. No phone calls stacked behind it. Just Damien and his car and the grey morning pressing down on the city like it hadn't decided yet whether to rain.Greywood Cemetery was forty minutes outside the city.He knew every turn by heart.The headstone was exactly where it always was.Gerald James Blackwood.Beloved father.A man of quiet honour.Damien stood in front of it with his hands in his coat pockets and said nothing for a long moment.The wind moved through the trees. Cold. Unhurried.A single leaf fell without ceremony."She signed," he said finally.His voice came out stripped here. No boardroom weight. No negotiation precision. No carefully maintained temperature.Just his voice.Just him."Aria Coleman." He looked at the dates carved beneath his father's name. Sixty one years. Not enough. "She's not what I expected."He crouched down. Placed one hand flat on the cold ground the way he
The Enemy I Married: Never Just Business Chapter 6: Everything he hid
I made a mistake.I thought I was opening evidence.I wasn't.I was opening a grave.The folder had one label.The Truth.Not Evidence. Not Case Files. Not anything professional or detached.The Truth.Like he had spent seven years carrying something the rest of the world had been allowed to call something else.I clicked it open.First file. Financial record. Fourteen years old.I recognised the structure before I finished the first paragraph.Shell company. Layered transactions. A name, Vantage Holdings that meant nothing to anyone who didn't know where to look.I knew where to look."Classic," I said quietly. "Move it through enough hands and it stops looking like money."I opened the next file.Same pattern.Then another.Then another.I stopped counting at twelve.By file twenty my coffee was stone cold and my hands were completely still and the picture in front of me wasn't a picture anymore.It was a confession."He has been stealing." I said it out loud. Needed to hear it. Nee
The Enemy I Married: Never Just Business Chapter 5: Losing control
Damien Blackwood did not get unsettled.It was not something he permitted. Unsettled meant distracted. Distracted meant vulnerable. And vulnerable was a condition he had surgically removed from his life the same year he took over Blackwood Enterprises and decided that feelings were a luxury he couldn't afford.He sat in the back of his car on the drive home from Maren's, and stared at the city moving past the window and told himself he was fine.He was not fine.Don't get used to things going your way.She had said it so cleanly. No hesitation. No performance. Just a woman sitting across a table from the most feared name in the city's business world, and looking him dead in the eye like he was simply someone who needed to be managed.Nobody managed Damien Blackwood.Except that tonight someone almost had.He loosened his jaw, he hadn't realised he was holding it tight, and reached for his phone. Twelve unread messages. Two missed calls from his lawyer. One from a board member who had
The Enemy I Married: Never Just Business Chapter 4: terms of agreement
I let his words sit between us for a long moment.Burn everything our fathers built together straight to the ground.I had sat across from a lot of people in my career. Fraudsters. Manipulators. Men who believed their wealth made them untouchable and women who had learned to weaponise charm before they learned anything else. I had developed a specific skill over three years of corporate investigation, the ability to separate what people said from what they meant. To find the gap between the performance and the truth and live in that gap until it told me everything.I was living in that gap right now.And what I found there was not what I expected."You've been planning this for seven years," I said finally."Yes.""Every detail. The debt. The contract. My father's position. All of it was constructed to lead here?""Yes.""And your plan requires me specifically?""Yes."I leaned forward. "Then stop being careful with your words and tell me why. Not the strategic version. Not the versio
The Enemy I Married: Never Just Business Chapter 3: The first move
I wore red.Not because I wanted to impress him. Because red was the colour of a warning and I wanted Damien Blackwood to see me coming from across the room and understand immediately that I was not walking into this restaurant as a victim.I was walking in as a problem he hadn't fully accounted for.I arrived seven minutes late on purpose. Let him sit. Let him wait. Let him wonder if I was going to show up at all. Small power moves mattered and I was going to take every single one available to me before this marriage swallowed me whole.Maren's was exactly the kind of restaurant I expected him to choose. Quiet. Expensive. Lighting low enough to keep secrets. Tables spaced far enough apart that conversations stayed private.I saw him before the hostess stopped walking.Corner table. Back to the wall, of course. Men like him never sat with their backs exposed. Dark suit. No tie. His jaw was sharper in person than in photographs and his eyes found me the second I entered his line of sig
The Enemy I Married: Never Just Business Chapter 2: The devil himself
Damien Blackwood didn't lose.Not deals. Not arguments. Not wars that other men didn't even know they were fighting. Losing was a concept that belonged to other people, people who hesitated, people who second guessed, people who let emotion sit in the driver's seat.He had cut emotion out of his decisions at twenty two and never once missed it.Or so he had told himself.The truth, the version he kept in the same locked place he kept everything that actually mattered, was that he hadn't cut emotion out at all. He had just learned to compress it. To take everything that hurt and everything that burned and press it down into something hard and dense and purposeful. Something that didn't bleed, but didn't disappear either.Something that waited.He stood at the floor to ceiling window of his office, jacket gone, sleeves rolled to the elbow, a glass of whiskey held loosely in one hand. Forty two floors below the city moved in its small urgent way. Cars. People. Problems that belonged to s
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