Semua Bab His Enemy, My Husband : Bab 11 - Bab 20

“Ugh God!” half-sleepy, with a half-repetitive beeping from her phone stirring her awake the next morning.With a sluggish roll of her hands, she picked up the phone and sat up slowly before finally lifting it to see a train of new notifications waiting on her screen.She blinked, letting her vision adjust to the light before swiping further."Isla Carter’s Success: Talent or Just Another Rich Man’s Wife?"That was the title of the main headline people were tagging her to. Her pictures with both Nate and Damien were placed side by side,, and under the main post, over a hundred thousand people had commented in less than three hours.A cold feeling ran down her spine, as her face started to get dark with foreboding. She swallowed, forcing herself to scroll further down.The main post she found beneath the pictures was worse;It painted her as nothing more than a former secretary who had merely married her way into success, someone whose achievements were not the result of talent but of

“We’re expected at the Blackwood estate for dinner,” This was the cold, impassive tone that Damien had used to suddenly inform Isla that they would be visiting his family by the evening of the same day. Isla blinked, momentarily stunned. The same Damien who never spoke of his family? He wants “her,” his fake contract wife, to go see them tonight. What could have happened?She studied him carefully, searching his face for any indication of what this meant to him. But his face remained as it usually was… carved in stone. Then as if sensing the silent question in her eyes, he made a dismissive gesture to add, “It’s just a formality. Nothing else.” But Isla was far from believing that. ~~~ The evening of the dinner arrived, and Isla found herself marveling with glowing eyes as their car approached the grand structure. Old money, prestige class, history; It all loomed in the twilight. Yet, despite the awe-inspiring sight a growing anxiety was disturbing her gut. Soon she will be f

The drive back to Damien’s penthouse felt longer than usual. Isla had left for home immediately after the encounter with Vanessa as well as the surprising entry and defense of Clarissa.Her talk about the Blackwood defending their own had not left her the same.The moment Vanessa was gone, Isla left the boutique. Her focus was shattered. She needed to see Damien.Isla barely noticed buildings or the other cars by the roadside on her car drive back; her eyes were distant, and her mind was somewhere else. The thoughts that had started to disturb her since her second outing with Damien were rising to the surface again.She had gained too much from this marriage. The luxury, the protection, the status everything had fallen into place for her. But what about Damien?That question had remained even after his vague explanation about possessing what Nate can't take back. Now after what just happened at the boutique, the questions wouldn’t let go.It had sunk deeper, creating ringlets in he

The morning after the marriage contract got leaked, Damien's mansion was swallowed by an eerie silence. Even the air and walls seemed to know something fragile had shattered beyond repair.Isla was standing by one of the windows, arms folded, eyes vacant, staring at nothing. Across from her was Damien, who was sitting on one of the couches with a cup of coffee in his hand. Once in a while, he would take a sip. As always, his expression was blank as a slate.After a few minutes had passed and without the slightest warning, Damien suddenly rose to his feet.The abrupt movement sent Isla’s head flinging toward him in startlement.“We’re going out,” He announced calmly but with a tone that bore finality.Isla frowned, her lips parting slightly in confusion. Going out? A pause stretched between them before she found the voice to ask,“To where?”Damien didn’t answer. He turned away from her, one hand slipping into his pocket as he started to stride toward the exit. Then, from the top of

The next morning, in his secluded top-floor office, Damien was busily poring over columns of numbers, contracts, and affiliations all tied to Nate’s business partners.“Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.”Damien lived by that mantra. If mind-reading were a skill, he would be first in line to master it, although he was already terrifyingly close to that.Then, something made him stop halfway suddenly. An uninvited memory but not irrelevant. The Carter family. Their unexpected visit weeks ago, their air of confrontation, ready to even drag away their daughter.But Damien had handled it. With care, precision, and his legendary charm, he had disarmed them all, especially Isla’s father, Robert Carter.And it was now the old man's words that were the reason for his sudden thoughtfulness.“Graham Wellington? That man’s a parasite. He doesn’t just destroy businesses, he infects them, like rot in fruit. He’s why I went bankrupt. I lost every single penny son… every cent.” Dami