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CHAPTER 66: THE FIGHT FOR US
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2026-09-25 22:06:57
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When we finally pulled apart, I smiled against his lips. “Promise me something.” “What?” “Don’t let anyone turn this vacation into another war.” He chuckled softly, kissing my nose. “I promise.” Neither of us knew how quickly that promise was going to be tested.*** The following morning, I stepped onto our private wooden terrace holding a mug of fresh black coffee. Charlotte was still fast asleep in her room, and Liam was inside getting dressed. I took a slow sip of coffee, taking in the peace. Then I noticed unusual movement near the resort dock. A convoy of luxury dark speedboats had arrived, and several resort employees were gathering near the water walkway. My stomach tightened. That level of fanfare was rare for a private island. A familiar figure stepped out of the first boat. She wore an immaculate cream linen suit over a silk blouse, dark designer sunglasses shielding her eyes from the morning sun. She looked completely at ease, as though she owned the island. Felic
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Standing on the glass terrace of our pavilion, my hands wrapped around a cold glass of water, I watched Liam pace near the sliding doors, his encrypted phone pressed hard against his ear. His broad shoulders were squared into a rigid, unyielding line, and his dark jawline was clenched so tight a muscle twitched continuously in his cheek. “No, Mother.” His voice was calm. Too calm. I knew that tone—it was the dangerous register Liam used when he was one sentence away from losing his patience entirely. “I understand what you’re trying to achieve.” He paused, his sharp jaw tightening further. “No.” Another agonizing pause. “I said no, Mother.” I couldn’t hear Louisa clearly from where I stood, but I didn’t need to. I already knew what they were discussing: Felicia, her sudden corporate comeback, her growing financial influence, and the fact that Louisa apparently believed Felicia deserved a seat beside the Montgomery Group. Liam turned toward me, his dark eyes softening for half a
The Wife He Loves to Hate CHAPTER 66: THE FIGHT FOR US
Sunlight spilled through the sheer curtains of our master bedroom, painting the white duvet and hardwood floors in warm shades of gold. For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, I woke up without the suffocating weight of fear sitting on my chest. I opened my eyes slowly. Liam was lying beside me on his side, one arm tucked beneath his head, his dark eyes fixed on my face. I blinked sleepily. “How long have you been staring at me?” “Long enough.” “That’s creepy, Mr. Montgomery.” A faint smile tugged at his lips. “You’re beautiful when you sleep, Abby.” “I probably look like a mess.” “You snore.” My eyes widened. “I do not!” “You definitely do.” “I absolutely do not, Liam!” A low chuckle escaped him. I grabbed the pillow behind my back and smacked it against his chest. “You are an absolute liar!” Before he could retaliate, the heavy double doors of the master suite flew open. “Mommy!” Charlotte came sprinting into the room, launching herself onto
The Wife He Loves to Hate CHAPTER 69: NEVER GIVE UP
He slowly turned the phone toward me. It was an urgent system alert from his executive assistant: URGENT — BROOKE CAPITAL ANNOUNCES NEW PARTNERSHIP My smile vanished completely. I tapped the attached press link, and a high-definition photograph of Felicia Brooke flashed across the screen. She was standing at a podium in London, surrounded by international investors and corporate executives. The headline read: FELICIA BROOKE SECURES MAJOR EUROPEAN INVESTMENT ALLIANCE I frowned, my stomach tightening. “Already? How is she making moves this fast after the board meeting?” Liam nodded slowly, his eyes narrowing. “She had this lined up before she ever walked into our boardroom.” I scrolled down the article. It detailed how Brooke Capital had secured strategic backing from several European investment consortiums and was aggressively positioning itself to acquire significant shares in firms tied directly to the British financial market—specifically targeting Montgomery International’s
The Wife He Loves to Hate CHAPTER 67: THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM
My eyes closed. I knew exactly what he meant. Not back to the penthouse. Not back to the corporate world. Back to us. That morning, Liam insisted on bringing breakfast upstairs himself. I sat against the padded headboard while Charlotte watched cartoons beside me. Liam entered carrying a silver tray loaded with fresh fruit, croissants, eggs, and freshly squeezed juice. “Breakfast is served.” He placed the tray in front of us. I stared at it. “Why are you feeding me like European royalty?” “Because you are.” Charlotte immediately raised her hand. “Daddy, I want chocolate pancakes.” “You already ate two downstairs.” “I want three more.” Liam looked at me. “Your mother is a terrible influence.” I gasped. “Don’t blame my sweet personality for her sweet tooth!” Liam picked up a strawberry. “Open.” I stared at him. “Are you seriously hand-feeding me?” “Hu-um.” “I can feed myself.” “I know.” He held the strawberry closer. “Open.” I rolled my eyes but obeye
The Wife He Loves to Hate CHAPTER 68: THE SHADOW OVER PARADISE
The private jet lounge smelled faintly of dark roast coffee, warm vanilla, and polished Italian leather. I sat beside the oval window, watching London disappear beneath us. Grey buildings shrank into tiny shapes until the city vanished beneath a blanket of white clouds. For the first time in what felt like forever, we were leaving everything behind. Just Liam, Charlotte, and me. A real family vacation. I leaned my head against the window and smiled. “Happy?” Liam’s deep voice came from beside me. I turned. He had already set aside his tablet and was watching me. “Very.” “Good.” I smiled softly. “You know, Lee, I think this might be the first time we’ve gone somewhere without a crisis waiting for us.” Liam raised an eyebrow. “Don’t say that.” “Why?” “Because every time you say something like that, something happens.” I laughed. “You’re becoming superstitious.” “I’m becoming experienced.” I reached across the space between us and squeezed his hand. “Nothing is going to h
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