All Chapters of His Enemy, My Husband : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Just a few hours after the fun moment they shared in the boutique, Caden had gone further to ask Isla to have dinner with him while they sat quietly in the car, on his way out. He sounded so calm and sincere, without pressure, and Isla looked at him, observing how he seemed so much more serious and so much less playful. Then, after a short pause, with a single nod and a faint smile, she agreed. They arrived at the place at exactly 6:47 PM. The sky was already shifting into hues of burnt orange. Isla, unfastened her seatbelt, stepped down from his car, and instinctively turned her head toward what she assumed would be their usual cozy lunch bistro, but the building before her made her pause. Her gaze floated from the glowing rooftop down to Caden, who was now standing beside her, watching her like he had been waiting for this exact moment all day. She blinked twice in confusion. “This… isn’t where I thought we were going,” she murmured in half-wonder, wearing a tentati

A few minutes had passed since Isla made up her mind to follow Damien. It wasn’t easy, actually. As a matter of fact, she might not have done it at all if she had not later considered the contract binding her to him like invisible chains. She could still feel the sting of the humiliation, it was as choking as it was inescapable. The fact that Damien still had any credit left at all in her heart after all this was a big wonder. But there she was, seated beside him in his car, with shoulders stiff and posture upright as though determined not to melt into the leather seat. The car moved smoothly through the darkening streets, and silence prevailed between them. Damien kept his eyes forward, jaw tight, the corner of his mouth drawn downward. And every now and then his eyes would flick toward Isla…to give short, sharp glances, as if he couldn’t help himself. But her silence was louder than any shout. He could tell…he just knew, she was blaming him for everything that hap

Damien returned to his room moments later, looking as restless as hell.Every now and then, he would pace from one end of the room to the next, his hands thrown behind him.The kiss still lingered not just on his lips, but in his brain. It wasn't supposed to happen. None of it was. He was Damien Blackwood. Never the kind of man known for losing control, not over himself, and certainly not over women. But Isla... Isla had somehow proven herself to be more than just any woman.“Dammit,” He muttered under his breath, stopping once again at the edge of the mirrorHis reflection stared back at him, a tense jaw, furrowed brows, shoulders rising and falling too quickly.The moment played again in his head; Isla’s startled expression, his own reaction… raw and reckless. Then the way she left in a rush, looking like she had been burned by something far worse than a kiss.His fists clenched as he now started to think about this loss of control and how it had all started…it actually started

The next afternoon, Isla was in her office scrolling through client emails. Most of them were about fittings, fabric changes, and an upcoming press event.And this was what she was trying to sort when the sudden sound of the office door creaking open made her head snap up sharply, looking startled.“Ma’am…” Came the breathless voice of her assistant, Leila Jones, who hurried with a black tablet in her hands.Her eyes were wide in a manner that seemed like she was unsure of how to deliver the urgency she clearly carried to her boss.“Ma Isla, you need to see this.” She voiced out as soon as she reached Isla's desk.Isla blinked at her, but kept her eyes steady. She sighed lightly and gestured with a quick nod. “Come closer. What is it?”Leila moved even more quickly around the desk and angled the tablet toward her. Isla leaned forward slightly as the glowing screen came into clearer view.It was a blog page, and at the very top, in bold letters, the title of the page left her stif

Moments later, after settling down, Damien lay on the edge of his bed with his shirt halfway unbuttoned, chest rising and falling slowly as he stared at the ceiling in a brooding, calm manner.He was replaying what happened before he left Isla's boutique.He knew that the buzz from the outside world was already flaring up.He could tell that news of that scene was already trending. Isla's name was in the news again.Also, again, it was because of him. Because of what he did.They would call it a “stunt.”Although for him, it totally meant something else.He blinked slowly, letting the memory reel back. That kiss… wasn’t for the cameras. Not for the brand. Not to fix any sort of PR disaster.It had been real. Everything.Starting from the way her breath had been suddenly drawn against his. The way she had remained still for a second too long before pulling away.A message. Not to the world.To one person….Caden.“Back off