All Chapters of His Enemy, My Husband : Chapter 131 - Chapter 139

The following day, the call for an emergency board meeting swept through Blackwood headquarters like wildfire. By 10 in the morning, the long table inside the boardroom was filled, tension already coiling in the air. Alexander had done a perfect job, collaborating with some investors, to obtain evidence that could remove Damien from the company. Richard was disappointed yet again when he heard about the emergency meeting from his assistant. He had warned them, threatened them, but none of them listened, not even Eleanor. They were all after removing Damien from the company. But no matter what, he trusted his son, the ones he didn't trust were Alexander and Sebastian. Executives shuffled papers, murmured quietly, stealing glances toward the empty chair beside Richard’s, the chair that had always belonged to Damien. But he wasn’t here. Not yet. The doors opened sharply. Clarissa Blackwood swept in with the arrogance of a queen taking her throne. Her heels clicked aga

The house was too quiet.Clarissa had never liked silence, it left space for thoughts to grow teeth. Tonight, as she climbed the stairs to Eleanor’s room, her pulse felt uneven, jittering under her skin. The phone call from their contact still echoed in her ears. “The man collapsed.” The words hadn’t left her since the hospital update reached them. She had told herself she needed to speak to her mother, that Eleanor would know what to do next. When she reached the second floor, the long hallway was dim, the air faintly perfumed with Eleanor’s lilies. The door to her mother’s room stood half-open.“Mother?”No answer.Clarissa pushed the door wider and stepped in.The room smelled faintly of perfume. A half-finished cup of tea sat on the vanity. The bed was neatly made, as though no one had rested there for hours. Clarissa moved toward the window, ready to wait… then stopped.An envelope lay on the coverlet.At first, she thought nothing of it. Eleanor always had paperwork scatte

The interrogation room was a cold square of silence. Fluorescent lights buzzed faintly above, washing the walls with a sterile gleam that made even breath sound like an intrusion. Clarissa sat in the center of it all, one leg crossed over the other, her wrists glinting faintly where the handcuffs brushed the table’s metal edge. She looked, for a moment, like someone attending a casual interview, so calm, elegant, even bored. But beneath that polish, a sharp current moved, invisible but lethal.The two detectives across from her … Harris and Lorne had seen men and women who broke down in every conceivable way: tears, denial, silence, screams. Clarissa was different. She smiled, faint, almost indulgent, as if the entire situation were an inconvenience rather than the collapse of her life.“You’ve got it all wrong,” she began, her tone smooth as ever. “I know what that man said. He’s delirious. He would say anything for a deal. But if you really want the truth, you should look elsewh

The gates of the Hayes mansion had never looked so tall. They rose like judgment itself. Vanessa stood before them with a small suitcase in one hand and her daughter’s fingers looped through the other. The air smelled faintly of the hydrangeas that lined the drive, the same flowers that once marked every gala, every whispered scandal. They were still here, bright and indifferent, as though nothing inside had ever changed. The guard at the gate looked uncertain, eyes moved toward the house before opening the intercom. He didn’t ask who she was. He didn’t need to. Everyone knew her, the woman who had fallen from grace, the wife who had once carried herself like royalty and then lost everything when pride turned poisonous. He pressed the button, murmured something into the receiver. A few seconds later, the iron gates groaned open. The sound made Vanessa’s stomach twist. Inside, the gravel crunched beneath her shoes. Every step sounded like a memory. Her daughter clung tighter

Months had passed since the chaos. Months since prisons has been the new home for Clarissa and Isabella months since Vanessa and Nate decided to give each other another chance... Months since the war of greed and betrayal had ended… and life, real life, had started again. Today, it was just love. Just two people who had been been through a lot and rebuilt in the same breath. Damien stood at the small altar, his hand steady, no crowd of reporters, no flashing cameras. Just family. Just friends. Just Isla walking toward him through a path of white rose petals, her hand clutching Imani’s as though she could never again let go. Imani walked proudly, scattering petals from a basket, her curls bouncing with each small step. When she reached the altar, she turned to the guests and, in her clear, high voice, declared: “Daddy, don’t forget… you’re not allowed to make Mummy cry again!” Laughter rippled through the garden. Even Grandmother Hayes’s stern mouth softened. Damien knelt, kis