All Chapters of BOUND TO LOVE MY ENEMY: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

(VINCENZO'S POV) I'm fucking losing my mind right now. Carrying Marianna to the car while I could smell the heat of her arousal is one thing that will be the end of me. I can count so many things about her that needs morethan two hands but fortunately, those two hands are busy as I swung the car door open and slided Marianna right in. She groaned, dragging herself inside the car as I stared at her, absorbing how soaked and sore she was because of me. A beautiful sight to behold. She placed her hands on her pussy, covering them from my sight which made me groaned as I held her hand and pinned them over her head “Why are you covering yourself from me?” I groaned, my face inches away from hers “After I have clearly seen how you rode me in the open, washing me with your smell and unruly sight” I intertwined my fingers to her “Or do you think I won't know your tactic? Being all daring and dominant to make me accept just a round from you?” Her eyes widened and I knew

(VINCENZO'S POV) Mother's grip on my shoulders was so tight it hurt as she pulled me into her bedroom and shut the door behind us. "Tell me everything," she said, her voice barely controlled. "Everything that happened today." And I did. She paced like a caged animal, her hands clenched into fists. "How could you be so stupid?" she lashed out, her voice sharp enough to cut. "Why did you….." She stopped mid-sentence when she saw my face. I could feel the fear and confusion written all over it, the way my bottom lip trembled despite my efforts to be brave. Mother dropped to her knees in front of me, her hands cupping my face gently. "Do you want your father to take you away from me?" she asked, her voice breaking. "Is that what you want?" I shook my head frantically, and when I saw tears spilling down her cheeks, my own eyes began to burn. "Then next time, keep your smartness to yourself," she whispered, pulling me against her chest so tightly I could barely breathe.

(VINCENZO'S POV) After shaking hands with Charlotte that night, I convinced myself that our arrangement would be simple. Clean. No messy emotions to complicate things.I was wrong."Father," I said, catching him in his study a week later. "I want to go to college."He looked up from his ledger, eyebrows raised. "College? What the use is that…..?"“For the business to have legit credentials” I interrupted him Father leaned back in his chair, absorbing all what I told him as I backed up my claims He nodded in agreement, surprising me. I'd expected more resistance, but I'm glad he didn't see through my deceit. I arrived at Columbia University and soon, it became my sanctuary. I used ‘busy schedules’ to avoid most required public appearances with Charlotte while quenching my loneliness with women I won't see twice. It was easier that way. Better. Or so i thought. The night of my mother's death anniversary, I sat on my apartment floor with a bottle of whiskey and her favorite photo

(MARIANNA'S POV) I sat on the edge of the leather sofa, the divorce papers scattered around my feet like broken promises. My hands wouldn't stop shaking as I stared at document. This couldn't be real. It had to be some kind of mistake.The sound of Sandra's key in the lock made my heart lurch. I quickly gathered the papers, clutching them against my chest as she walked in carrying a brown paper bag."God, that restaurant was packed," she said, setting the bag on the kitchen counter. "I just ordered the simplest thing on the menu for you, a Caesar salad. Thought you should know…. " Her words died when she saw my face. "Mari? What's wrong?"I held up the manila folder, watching her expression shift from confusion to guilt."Care to explain this?" My voice came out steadier than I felt.Sandra froze, her hand still reaching for the takeout bag. "Why were you going through my stuff?""Don't." I stood, my legs unsteady beneath me. "When were you going to tell me about this? Why are you in

(SOPHIA'S POV) I stared at the stranger, my mind racing with questions, but my immediate crisis took precedence. I turned to Niccolò, desperation creeping into my voice."Please, I need your help," I said, gripping the back of the nearest chair. "I want Marianna gone. For good."John's head snapped up, sudden interest flickering in his dark eyes. "Is she related to Vin in any way?" he asked, leaning forward slightly."She's his wife," I replied, watching as a slow, almost predatory smile spread across his face."How interesting," he murmured, then looked at Niccolò. "This is why you called me here, isn't it?"Niccolò waved a dismissive hand. "She's just a fling, John. He's already thrown her away. The marriage meant nothing to him."I frowned, confusion mixing with my desperation. "What do you mean?""Charlotte told me Vincent divorced her just to prove what I've always said about his brother, that he changes women like clothes," Niccolò continued, settling back into his chair. "It h