Semua Bab His Enemy, My Husband : Bab 31 - Bab 40

The silence between them became tighter, Damien’s dark eyes continued to narrow slightly as the tension between them doubled in heat.Neither of them looked away. Their gazes clashed, as the seconds dragged by to the point that even the extra large sitting room appeared to be getting smaller around them.Finally, Damien’s voice brought an end to the silence, the tone of it, low and accusing."Are you playing with me?"He said and moved closer, one deliberate step at a time, "You told me you had a meeting,” Damien continued.“Was this meeting of yours Caden Blake?”At the mention of the name, Isla blinked once, her lashes brushing her cheek, and then she let out a short, bitter scoff. Her arms looked like they were going stiff at her sides.“Wait. Did you just say meeting?” She asked with raised brows.“That’s your problem? A meeting? The same one I wasn’t even properly informed about?”She hadn’t even finished when Damien’s voice snapped with impatience, cutting her off with a shar

The guest wing of the Damien's mansion was exceptionally quiet on this morning. Damien himself had since left for work and as for Isla, she was still up-stairs locked up as was usual with her nowadays, particularly with exchange that had happened yesterday between herself and Damien.However, somewhere in corner of the same room, sitted perfectly on the edge of a chaise with her back straight and one leg elegantly crossed was Isabella.Her phone was held gently to her ear as he seemed to talking to someone via call.But the tone she was speaking with was suspiciously low, edged with something like dark motive.“Yes,” She whispered first and then stopped to pause.Her eyes glancing around the room briefly, and expertly as if to be sure she was alone.And indeed there was no one else around.This realization made her shoulders drop more relaxedly.When she spoke again, her tone sounded a little firmer and yet a little quicker,“He’s starting to crack trust me… much easier than I thou

Damien was busy in his office on the afternoon of the following day. So busy that he couldn't even look at the clock, and he didn’t actually need to. For Damien, time has always been measured by performance, in deals closed and stocks rising. That was how he had built this empire in the first place. His head was still bowed in this manner when he noticed that his phone was ringing with an incoming call. Damien's brows pulled together with the slightest annoyance. He let out a vague, irritated sound before finally dragging his arm over to grab the phone. Flashing on the screen was the contact ID of his friend Collins. A knowing huff escaped him. “What now…” He muttered under his breath, more to himself than to the man calling, tapping the green icon without much enthusiasm. But before he could get a single word out, Collins’s voice urgently blared through the receiver, his tone heavy with a worry that was not typical of him at all. “Hey man, check your phone. You’re trending… and i

Nate awoke to a weird kind of calmness on Thursday morning. He stretched out slowly, and after that, a deep yawn followed.When he turned to glance beside him, Vanessa was not currently on the bed.He didn’t need to ask where she was.She had probably gone for her morning routine, which was sitting down by the poolside for a few minutes with sunglasses too big for her face, and a smoothie she never finished. That was classic Vanessa, always committed to doing the absolute least, as long as it looked effortless.Nate gasped and decided to think of something more… positive.A perfect source of that would be Damien and his recent troubles.The news was already out and disturbing the airwaves.He had not even needed to read the articles; the headlines alone were more than enough.And of course, he could also see that Damien was already beginning to move quickly as always. Search results were already shifting. PR damage control is already showing in full force. It was clear.But this tim

Damien kept one hand in his pocket.A couple of seconds passed with his eyes not leaving the screen, but then, finally, what he heard next was a beep that left one side of his face squeezed up."Call declined."Not missed.Not unanswered.“Declined?”The notification sat there like a slap to his face.He stared, his eyes didn't blink, didn’t twitch. But something inside him did.It felt like a sting behind his ribs as he murmured the words again.It was not a mistake. Isla had pressed that button intentionally. She did it herself; it was completely willful, and for the first time since he could remember, she had chosen to treat him like some sort of distraction.His thumb remained on the screen, as if considering a reply, but no. Without warning, he tapped the side button with a little more force than was needed and then shoved the phone deep into his pocket, rising sharply to his feet.The chair made a scratchy sound behind him.After that, he started to walk out of his office with