Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Enemy, My Husband : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

As soon as the door went shut behind them, a hush followed.Damien didn’t speak. He only gazed very intently into her eyes now.Not with the usual strategy or plain calculation but just a yearning need.Their lips glued together again but not roughly; rather, the friction of lips was slow, deep, and certain. Like both of them had been holding it in for too long so that now that it had finally shown forth, there was no more going back.When he finally set her down again, she wobbled slightly on her feet.But Damien was there to steady her with a look that spiked her desire twice as much.Then came the undressing.He reached for her shirt first, fingers brushing her skin as he peeled it upward. Isla raised her arms to help him. Her hands slid beneath his shirt next, dragging it upward and over his head. Pants followed. Her own first. Then his.Damien pushed her gently to the bed, making her fall on her back while his masculine frame descended on her.There was no performance here. N

It was a Wednesday, and the boardroom at Blackwood group was buzzing quietly with the sound of multiple people talking. Every now and then, you would hear the click of a laser pointer or papers being passed from one person to the next. Damien himself was sitting at the head of the long glass table wearing a sharp suit, though his collar was slightly loose. His eyes for now wear not saying much. Meanwhile, the rest of the table was full of executives men and women in their business best, all focused on the meeting going on. A large screen at the front of the room showed graphs and slides. “We’re expecting a twelve percent increase if the partnership holds through Q3,” one woman was saying, pointing to a bar graph with her laser. Damien barely reacted. All he could do was let out a vague grunt and looked up for just a second… before his eyes dropped back once more to the phone in his hand. The phone….and not the meeting was Damien's main point of focus right now.

Now, exactly one week later, the clock ticked past 6:15 p.m. on Saturday evening, and it was Robert Blackwood birthday. The mansion was alive with light and sound. The floors were shining and the chandeliers sparkled like fallen stars.In a decorated room near the east wing, Isla was standing with her frame adorned in an emerald gown as she gazed into a very tall mirror.Her hair was pinned at the back, her earrings long and delicate, and beside her was Damien himself.He was already in his black tux, sharp and immaculate, as he adjusted his cufflinks gently. But his eyes weren’t on himself, instead, they were on her, on Isla's reflection.There was something careful and watchful in his gaze like a storm holding back.He allowed a short pause to pass first, before leaning slightly toward her.“You’re overdressed.”Isla turned her head to glance at him, one brow raised recognizing the teasing tone. Her mouth tilted into a half-smile as she shrugged, “For what?” “For surviving my f

The Blackwood Global Headquarters stood like a monolith in the heart of the industrial city. But inside, precisely the boardroom was charged now with a tension that merged with the air like humidity before a bad storm. The hush wasn’t one of respect. It was one of disbelief. Sebastian and Alexander stood in front of everyone with rigid shoulders and tight jaws. Their suits were pristine, but their confidence was a direct contrast. What they had just delivered had been nothing but total bullshit…..no sane person would even call it a pitch. It had been a literal show of shame. Buzzwords were floating around with no strategy to ground them. Charts blinked with mismatched figures. The market projections they gave contradicted themselves within three slides. One graph had no axis labels. Sebastian even confused Yen for Euros at some point. It was a bloody mess. A rushed, patchy mess. And now, the waiting audience was left dumbfounded. No one clapped. No one moved. Jus

The day was Saturday, just a few days since Damien and Isla’s return from their heavenly vacation. Once again work schedules had already begun to resume. And, of course, it was Damien who was at the forefront of it all, as usual. Despite it being a weekend, he was behind closed doors of his home office, busy with his laptop face-up as he supervised a serious virtual-based business meeting with some of his company's European investors. Every now and then, the low tone would rise, as he calmly threw around numbers big enough to give a calculator a midlife crisis. Meanwhile, out in the living room, his wife Isla was sitting stiffly on one of the sofas, gazing blankly at a film show playing on the TV in front of her with subtitles running and all, but her eyes weren’t really on any of it. She wasn’t hearing anything or even seeing the motion pictures. Her mind had long drifted. Far away. Far into the past. Her face didn’t show much at first, it was just as quiet as i