All Chapters of His Enemy, My Husband : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Today was Monday, and it should have been the start of another business week. But this wasn't the case for the Hayes family. Instead, what came knocking was another round of scandal, louder, messier, and far more dangerous than the first one. Every major media outlet was already on fire with the headline. “Hayes Industries Accused of Tax Evasion, Internal Fraud, and Illicit Contracts.” “Anonymous Source Leaks Explosive Data on Billion-Dollar Empire.” And beneath that there were blurred company watermarks, partial documents, and insider testimonies all splashed across web pages and social media. The leak was vague, but far more detailed than the previous. And even though nothing had been fully proven yet, what had emerged was enough to cause a nationwide uproar. And indeed it was already doing that. Grandmother Hayes had been in the conservatory when Emmet came rushing in with the info. She had not needed more than three glances at the screen before her cup slipped and

It was 11am in the morning, and Isla was in her boutique, sitting at the far corner of her custom office desk, her right finger turning the edge of one of her folders.Her eyes were moving sharply across the numbers on the page. She wasn’t just reviewing; she was correcting errors with light notes in the margins. There was focus in her expression, but also a guarded sense of calmness.Just about three minutes into her work, the sound of her phone beeping interrupted her concentration.It was quite impromptu, yet she didn’t jump nor flinch too much.Her hand lifted with instinct from the edge of the paper.She already knew who it was.In the same manner, she started to pick up her phone slowly, tapping the screen twice to display the forwarded message.And just like she expected, the sender was that same anonymous email address…the one that had reached out three days ago. As well as a few days before that:“Grandmother Hayes”Today, the message from the old matriarch was only nine w

It was a comfortable evening and the two friends, Damien and Collins were making the most of it in one of the secluded booths of the Veridian Lounge. An upscale clubhouse built into the floor of a luxury high-rise in Midtown. The lighting was low and warm, as waiters moved around like shadows, their attitude smooth and discreet.Collins reached across the table to twist open a premium bottle of whiskey. He poured for Damien first, then for himself, before leaning back with a satisfied smirk.After then, he passed Damien his glass, and just as his friend took it, Collins gave him a more proper look, raising his brows in playful suspicion as he remarked jocularly,“Man, you’re glowing,” He was also gesturing lazily with his free hand.Damien let out a small, dry laugh, brushing the compliment away like a leaf off his shoulder with one hand.But Collins refused to give up.“I’ll say your wife is feeding you well. Honestly. Look at those panda cheeks you've got there.”This time

Isla was in her boutique on this sunny afternoon, sitting with one of her hands lying flat on the table while the other one held on to her phone tightly, her right thumb tapping against the screen at five-second intervals. Her attention kept switching between the extra-large wall clock and the glow of her phone’s screen. The time was 12:43pm. Tiara’s flight would be landing in just about thirty minutes or so. Isla was actually meant to be on her way to JFK airport by now, waiting at Arrivals to receive Tiara, who has been out of the city for a few days now. But instead her focus had been snatched by something else. Her eyes dropped to the screen for the upteenth time. “The tracker was still moving.” That was the problem… the source of her distraction. “It was the tracker.” The same one she had secretly fitted onto Isabella's belongings, just enough to ping movement when needed. Nearly fifteen minutes ago, she noticed it had started to move. After being dormant

The afternoon sun today was not hot enough, but the chaos that greeted the Hayes mansion was even hotter than that. A large black vehicle had suddenly sped through the gate at full speed as it came to a hard stop in the circular driveway, raising a cloud of dust. The driver's door opened with force, revealing a lean man in uniform who stepped down and moved swiftly toward the backseat to open for his boss. And the next figure that alighted was that of Grandmother Hayes herself. Her face was red-hot with anger, her brows drawn with purpose. Then from the other side of the car, two housemaids in uniforms quickly emerged. The older woman did not pause. With the gait of a seasoned general, she advanced toward the entrance of the mansion. The driver jogged ahead of her to open the double doors, while the maids stayed by her sides, struggling to match her pace. It had been three good weeks since Vanessa’s threats. Three weeks of expecting her to make that move that sh