All Chapters of BOUND TO LOVE MY ENEMY: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

(Marianna's POV) I jolted awake, heart hammered against my ribs. Sunlight streamed through familiar curtains. My old bedroom. The one from the family estate."Impossible," I whispered.My fingers traced the silk sheets I haven't slept in for years. I touched my stomach, expecting to feel the excruciating pain. Nothing. I lifted my sleepwear and faced the mirror to check for any wounds. Nothing. It's still smooth, flat and finely toned. Have I always been like this? A knock at the door interrupted my spiraling thoughts."Miss Marianna? Your grandfather requests your presence for breakfast. He's quite eager to discuss something with you."Rita, the old housekeeper, said. Her voice is exactly as I remembered."I'll... I'll be right down," I managed to say.When she left, I stumbled to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face. The mirror reflects a younger version of myself, fewer lines around the eyes, hair still thick and vibrant."This can't be real."My gaze drifted to the cal

(MARIANNA'S POV)I can't breathe. Vincenzo Lombardo, the man I thought was a mistaken one-night stand, the man I threw money at this morning, is seated across from me at this business dinner between the Kingwickes and the Lombardos.I took a large sip of wine, trying to hide my trembling hand."We will sign an agreement on the terms you have pushed forward with ours in mind," Grandfather says. "We can arrange meetings with the other eight families on whether we can add you to the circle." He looked at Mr Santino “And maybe the Santinos as well” Victor Lombardo nods thoughtfully. "We look forward to this.” He began “The eight families have maintained balance for decades, Edward. But times are changing. New players are disrupting the old ways."I stole another glance at Vin. He's watching me too, his expression unreadable except for a slight tightness around his eyes. He looked different in his perfectly tailored suit, hair styled immaculately, every inch the corporate heir. Nothing

(VINCENZO'S POV) I checked my watch. Seven minutes late. My jaw tightened.The door opened. Marianna entered with a large man behind her."You're late," I said coldly.Her chin lifted. "Traffic happened. This is Alec.""Bodyguards weren't in our agreement.""But you brought yours." Her eyes challenged mine.The clerk slid the certificate forward. As she reached, I snatched it first."Your terms," I demanded.She handed me typed pages. Separate bedrooms. No intimacy. A year dissolution option, as if that's for her to decide. "Acceptable," I nodded, surprising myself. "Draft these formally."After signing, she clutched her certificate. "Are we finished?""We are." I watched her turn to leave. "Where to?""Home, obviously."My security team emerged at my signal. "Not your home. Our home."Blood drained from her face. "What?""Your family's agreement states you reside with me once married. Legally binding.""That wasn't in the prenup!""That covers personal terms. The corporate merger a

(VINCENZO'S POV) I have known the Romanovs since I was a kid, that was because I was groomed to marry one of themKatarina had always been kind towards me even after she felt a little betrayed when I decided to move on from the alliance agreement between her family and mine. Watching Katarina's rage explode is nothing new to me but knowing the fact that Camilla is gone is what I will never want to grasp. "That's impossible!" she shouted, leaping to her feet with eyes blazing red. "Who dares come to my domain to act on that?"She'd glared at the two men to her left, who nodded silently before exiting the room."No one leaves until the killer is found," she commanded, turning to me. "This meeting is adjourned till further notice." She stormed out without waiting to hear my response.Marianna leaned in, whispering anxiously, "Could it be the same killer?""Maybe," I replied, standing up. "But we are going to find out."We arrived at the hall to find a crowd gathered. One look told me

(VINCENZO'S POV) I stared at the file Katarina had given me, relief washing over me that Niccolò hadn't managed to take it. My eyes widened as I scanned its contents. The information confirmed my worst suspicions about my father's dealings and revealed connections I hadn't anticipated."Impossible," I muttered, turning the page to examine the financial records.After several minutes, I glanced at my watch. Marianna should have returned by now. An uncomfortable feeling settled in my stomach.“Where did she go to by this time of the night?” I thought as I picked up my phone and dialed her number “No service?”Confusion covered my face. Why can't I reach her? Where is she? As much as I want to make sure she is alright, something feels rather off. I pressed the intercom. "Send up the driver. Now."Minutes later, Marco appeared at my office door, his cap clutched in trembling hands."Where is she?" I asked, my voice deceptively calm."Sir, I—" he swallowed hard. "On our way back from