All Chapters of BOUND TO LOVE MY ENEMY: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

(MARIANNA'S POV) Scott is awake The guilt that had weighed on me for months since that ambush at Moscow has lifted slightly. Scott taking the bullet meant for me."How are you feeling?" I asked, perching on the edge of his bed."Like I've been hit by a truck after being shot," he joked, then grew serious. "But the doctors say I'll make a full recovery. No permanent damage."I squeezed his hand. "I've been so worried. If you hadn't…. ""Don't," he cut me off. "I'd do it again in a heartbeat. That's my job.""Your job is assisting, not human shield," I corrected, the argument bringing a strange comfort.Scott's mother stirred in her chair, awakening. She smiled warmly at me, and I greeted her before turning back to Scott."The office hasn't been the same without you." “I know” he sounded charmly that made me smile. Has he always been like this? We chatted for twenty minutes about office gossip, his recovery plan, and when he might return to work. The normalcy of it was like a cool d

(SOPHIA'S POV) The television screen exploded in a shower of sparks and glass as Niccolò's bullet found its mark. The news anchor's voice cut off mid-sentence, leaving only the acrid smell of gunpowder and the ringing silence that followed. I flinched as fragments of glass scattered across the floor, the sharp sound echoing like a death knell. "Explain," Niccolò demanded, his voice deadly calm as he turned to face his men. The smoking gun remained in his hand, barrel still hot from the shot. "Why are both my brother and Marianna still breathing when they should be rotting in the ground?" "We searched everywhere and even spread out," One of them began, desperation creeping into his voice. "yet we couldn't find them." "We had men who interfered with the plan," Antonio added quickly, "we eliminated some of them but….." "But you already failed." Niccolò's fingers tightened around the gun grip. "You and you,” he pointed his guns at two men standing near the entrance “take these fai

(VINCENZO'S POV) My blood turned cold when I heard Charlotte's voice. Of all the people in the world, she had to be here tonight. I watched her approach Marianna with that calculated smile I once found irresistible. Now it just looked predatory."Excuse me," I muttered to Alessandro Skawilliam after the executives have come to a conclusion, barely registering his confused expression as I strode across the room.Charlotte spotted me and her eyes lit up but she said no word until I got closer "Hello, Enzo” she grinned, her voice dropped to a husky tone. “After all these years. What a delightful surprise."I saw Marianna's face shift from confusion to suspicion. Damn it. I grabbed Charlotte's elbow before she could say anything else."We need to talk," I hissed, steering her away from my wife. "Now."I dragged away from Marianna as fast as I could before I complicate things further. I found an empty study down the hall and practically shoved Charlotte inside, closing the door behind us

(VINCENZO'S POV) “That's the last one” I sighed, dropping the file amongst the neatly stacked files I have finished I looked at the time, it was two am, guess she didn't come back for another round of rambling. Not that I should bother myself with, after all, she told me not to involve myself, but something in me said otherwise. I left my home office after finally completing the rest of the work for day, my mind still racing with plans for damage control. The house was eerily quiet. No sign of Marianna.“Guess she must have retired to bed early” I sighed, about to take the stairs where I meant Scott walking in. “I wasn't expecting my home coming to turn out like this” Scott said as he stood at the foot of the dinning entrance His expression told me everything I needed to know. “ And Ms. Salton tagged along as well"“What do you mean?” I asked, descending from the stairs “I mean, I'm seeing them on the floor of the dining” I went to see for myself what Scott was talking about

(MARIANNA'S POV) I adjusted the microphone and faced the assembled reporters. I wasn't letting Charlotte crawl back into the shadows to plot another attack. If this situation died down quietly, she'd resurface stronger and more desperate. I could have let Vincenzo handle this his way, but I didn't want blood on my hands. Not after what happened to the reporter named Kline and how this will spiral out of control and she'll take the brunt of it This was my fight, and I'd win it with truth and public pressure. Hoping, there will be a news station, or maybe two, that will help carry this in a positive light, like the news station that helped debunk my previous false allegation. "Ms. Kingwicke," the lead reporter began, "yesterday's broadcast established your innocence. Why another press conference?" "Because accountability doesn't end with exposure," I replied steadily. "Charlotte Woldrick deliberately tried to destroy my reputation. The public deserves the full truth." “Is t