บททั้งหมดของ I Married My Father's Enemy: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

LUCIEN"I love you." The words slipped out of my mouth, but I did not regret it at all because I meant them and have known for a long time that I did."You can say it," I urge when, instead of her declaring her love for me, she just stands there staring at me. I open my mouth, but instead of words flowing out, she is kissing me as if her life depended on it. I hold onto her waist and lean into the kiss, pushing her back to the bed gently. I spin her around so I take the impact from the fall.She falls onto me and fits in perfectly as if she were meant to be there. My hands dig through her hair as I continue to kiss her. I let go and continue leaving long, hard bites on her neck. She moans in response, and I had never thought that my favourite sound from her would be wordless.She suddenly pulls away, her hair dropping to cover her face as she looks down at me with a childlike wonder. "Did something happen?" I also feel a bit conscious about doing so. Had I done something I shouldn't ha

NIRELLE A WEEK LATER Lucien, Theo and Zane had been able to set up a meeting with the hospital where Yvette had kept my father. They had been discreet to make sure that Yvette was only alerted after the meeting had been done. Zane and I were to go see him while Lucien and Theo were swamped with the preparation for Lucien's first public appearance. I was worried about Enoch and Wolfe recognising Lucien, but he knew that they would recognise him, and now it meant the war was on full display for the entire world to see. I could not stop or delay it any further. With the Thamore and Wolfe families at each other's necks, now was the best time to come out, knowing that one of them would try to save their neck by associating themselves with Lucien. My money was on my father, even though I knew too little about Wolfe; Enoch has never done anything that was going to benefit others. He always thought about himself first without fail. Yvette's taunting messages about how I was a selfish daugh

NIRELLEI take a step back, ready to run away as Michael had said, but before my brain can process running away, Zane takes a step inside and rushes to him. He pulls him by the hand and then glances at me. I can't believe I am the bad child. My first instinct was to save myself, to run just because he had said it was okay, and Zane, all he thought about was running towards him."Go get that lady." Zane's request broke through my thought wall. I stood there blinking at him as I tried to understand what he meant. "Nirelle?" he called my name again, and I nodded, turning on my heels and racing down the stairs. Not to escape but to find a way to forgive myself for the betrayal I was about to showcase."Excuse me?" I stop at the front desk, and the lady looks up at me."How can I help you?" she asked. She did not look like she could do anything, and I did not know why Zane had asked me to get her. Maybe I should have asked before running off to do his bidding."Umm," I hum, trying to get my

NIRELLESeeing the gates of the Thamore mansion makes me sick to my stomach; I feel my legs and hands shaky as we approach it. I close my eyes to calm my shaky breath, but it does not work; it is almost as if I had been plunged into some kind of fear."Stop the car!" I say, startling the driver and causing him to stop abruptly in the middle of the road. We were so lucky that this wasn't the main road; if it were, then we might have caused an accident."Nirelle?" Zane turned to me with his eyebrow going up in confusion. "Are you okay?""Can I just have a moment to myself?" I ask, and he nods. I see him look at the driver from the mirror; he nods curtly, and he gets out of the car, so we are alone."If you want us to, then we can go home," he suggested, and I was about to give in. I opened my mouth to agree, but I stopped myself."No, I can't go home; if I do, then it would feel like she is winning," I say, and he looks at me as if he were trying to unravel what I was saying to him. "I

LUCIEN"It's wonderful that you are finally going public after all this time," said one investor in the meeting. I had kept them fully in the loop of everything I had been doing, and that was what kept me relevant to them."Yes, I agree; the world needs to see and behold the face behind the great Lucien Vexley. Even I can't wait," another chimed in.When I announced my intention to them, they all seemed to welcome the idea."You pulled the words right out of my mouth," another said, beaming with joy. In meetings like this, I always liked to have my camera switched off and allowed them the liberty of whichever they would prefer to do. I knew what they all looked like, and it was really a wonder that they chose to do business with me, even though they had no clue what my face was like. Maybe business was really not about what one looked like."There must be some kind of celebration of this effect," the first man who had spoken earlier said again. The door creaked open, and Nirelle stood