All Chapters of His Reluctant Bride: Contracted To My Enemy : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

AllenDeimos here, Deimos there. Deimos this, Tristan that, like I was nothing more than his shadow. Maybe people would’ve called it sympathy at first… maybe even I thought so. His father had died in an accident, but mine was gone too. We were in the same shoes, both fatherless. The difference was, while his mother lay in a coma after a brutal accident that left her bleeding on the living room floor, mine was working herself to the bone to provide for me. She was there. She was fighting for me.And to be sincere, I used to like him. Back then, we’d play hide and seek, make up games, laugh until we couldn’t breathe whenever he came to visit during school holiday. So when Mom asked for my opinion about him coming to live with us, I agreed right away thinking it would be like before, like having my brother back.But the boy who walked into our house wasn’t the same. He barely spoke. Never laughed, never smiled. He just sat where Mom told him to sit, did everything he was asked to do, l

Liora“Where are you going from here, Mrs. Hayes?” Jasmine asked as soon as we settled back into the car.The question pressed against me harder than I expected. The truth was, I hadn’t really thought about it. Not properly. And now, with my decision to return everything Tristan ever gave me… I’d be left more broke than I’d ever been. But I knew the consequences from the start. If it means going back to how things were before him, then… I’ll go back to it.Caleb doesn’t want to see me. Mom doesn’t either.Still, I drew in a breath and said, “Home. I’m going home.”Even if they throw me out, I’ll still go. Because now I know the truth, and it isn’t just mine to carry. They deserve to know it too deserve to realize that all this time, their anger was aimed at the wrong person. Just like mine was… back when I was in oblivion. “Are you sure, Mrs. Hayes? You can crash with us for a few days if you’d like,” Cassie said from behind the wheel.“Umm… no.” I forced a smile. “Thank you for the

DanteWhen I think back to the day I first met Tristan Cole, I can still remember the weight in that room.I had walked in with confidence, or at least I pretended I had it. I told myself he couldn’t possibly be as bad as the rumors painted him. People like to exaggerate, don’t they? “He’s cold,” “he’s ruthless,” “he’s impossible to please” that’s what I kept hearing. I thought, how bad could it really be?But the moment I stepped into his office and saw him behind that desk, I realized they hadn’t exaggerated at all.He sat there like a man carved out of stone. Imposing, unreadable, and quiet in a way that made the silence stretch and pull at my nerves. Then his eyes lifted and met mine, and I swore it felt like he could see straight through me. There was no warmth in that gaze. No sign of approval, or even acknowledgment. Just calculation. Like I was a chess piece he hadn’t decided if he wanted to move yet.I thought I had lost the job right there. My palms were sweating, the ans

LioraI stepped back inside after staring at the street for too long. The man I thought I saw was gone, nowhere to be found. Which only proved I must’ve been imagining things… because there’s no way Dante should be anywhere near my street.I went straight to my room and dropped onto the bed. Exhaustion crawled through me like something sharp pressing into my bones, and yet I hadn’t done a damn thing today. Maybe it was worse now that I was indoors, because the urge to drink hit me harder than before, like a whisper I couldn’t shake off.I forced myself up. If I stayed here, I’d cave in. My room was a wreck anyway. I walked out and stood in front of Caleb’s door instead. My chest squeezed at the thought. Maybe I’d find something in there, something I could hold onto, something normal, something that wasn’t falling apart like me.The moment I stepped inside, guilt hit me. The mess hadn’t changed. I’d been avoiding this room on purpose. Because cleaning it would feel like erasing him, li

TristanMy life these past few weeks has been a cycle on repeat. Wake up. Get ready for work. Eat. Work until exhaustion. Sleep. Then repeat.It was mechanical, soulless even, but that was the point. By grinding myself down to nothing each day, I didn’t have to think. I didn’t have to feel. And when I finally collapsed into sleep at night, I could avoid the ghosts that haunted me.Even with Dante’s reports about her well-being delivered to me every single day, I couldn’t escape her. She was everywhere. In the hallway when I left for work. In the reflection of a glass window, where I could almost swear she stood watching me. In the way silence stretched too long in my penthouse, reminding me of the emptiness she left behind.That day at the hospital hasn’t left me. The way she looked at me. The way I wanted, God, I wanted, to keep her there, lock her away with me so she wouldn’t slip through my fingers again. But I knew. I knew if I trapped her, if I forced her, I would only do more da