Semua Bab Mated to My Enemy: The Sinful Bond That Binds Us: Bab 21 - Bab 30

I knocked on his bedroom door, hoping he would open it. I was here to convince Brant not to leave. I knew I should be happy—he was heartbroken, packing up, walking away from the only home he’d ever known. That’s what I always wanted. He had been my number one enemy in the world. I came here to hurt him, to make him pay for his sins.But deep down, I knew I wasn’t here just because of Dani’s visit earlier. She had come to my room, pleading with me to stop him from leaving. She truly believed that if I asked, he would listen—he’d stay. As if she didn’t know how stubborn and difficult Brant could be.I had knocked for—I didn’t even know how long or how many times, too lost in my thoughts to count—when the door finally opened. Brant stepped out, his expression guarded. He opened his mouth to speak, but I pushed past him and walked in.He followed, closing the door behind us. Then he turned to face me, those unreadable, incredible hazel eyes locked onto mine.“What do you want?” he asked.

Brant I woke up with the sun warming my face. I stood and got out of bed. For the first time, I didn’t know what to do or where to go. I’d surely miss Dani’s food—my stomach growled at the thought, especially now that hunger was already gnawing at me.Yeah, I’m fucking homeless, hungry, and technically unemployed. Jobless. Not that money was an issue—I had enough in my account to last several lifetimes. But that wasn’t the point. I hated feeling useless. I hated not having a purpose.But I know the first step is getting up. Later, I’d need clothes, essentials—hell, maybe even a plan. I had to start figuring things out.I stepped into the living room and spotted her behind the coffee maker in the small kitchen, which opened into the living space. She looked so damn sexy in her satin nightdress that I walked over and kissed the nape of her neck, wrapping my arms around her waist.She let out a soft breath, her head falling back against my shoulder as her lips found mine in a gentle kis

Sable“Forget about it. I don’t want to talk about that,” she said, brushing the air with her hand dismissively.She had changed so much. Rosie—Marirose—had always been beautiful, but people say sex changes you. That it makes your body more mature, makes you more sensual, more seductive. And looking at her now, they weren’t wrong. She looked even more alluring, radiant, confident—and honestly… sexier than I remembered.I found myself wondering who the guy was that was sleeping with my best friend.After a while, she broke the silence. “So… how are your stepbrothers?”I was just about to reply when another waitress approached and called out to her.“Leslie’s asking for you,” the girl said.Marirose stiffened slightly, fear flashing across her face before she quickly forced a smile and turned back to me.“Sable… it’s so good to see you. You have no idea how happy I am to finally run into you. But I have to go now. Hopefully, we’ll catch up later?”She gave me one last smile and a quick

Brant A slow, unreadable look formed on my face, like I was trying to decide whether to speak or stay locked in my thoughts. “You want me to leave?” I asked.She walked over and wrapped her arms around my waist. “No, I want you to stay here with me. But you’re so lucky, you know? Your family worries about you.”She pulled back slightly and continued.“This house used to be my mom’s. When she died, she left it in my brother’s care—he was supposed to look after me. He never did. Always chasing drugs and women. In the end, he sold the house and left me homeless.”“Son of a motherfucker,” I spat, the words falling out before I even knew it. If he were here—or if I ever found that bastard—I’d destroy him for what he did to the precious soul staring up at me with those beautiful, doll-like eyes. Eyes that carried so much pain.“Where is he now?” I asked.“I have no idea,” she said quietly.“Well, this house is yours now,” I told her. Even though it wasn’t much—hell, barely up to any standa

SableI was sitting in the backyard on the lounge chair, reading one of my nursing course books, my eyes occasionally drifting toward the swimming pool. A stupid, love-struck smile crept onto my lips as I pictured Brant’s hot, sexy, tattooed body gliding through the water. What the hell is wrong with me?Has he missed me the way I miss him?'He has,' Selene said softly in my mind. 'He’s missed us so much.'I let out an incredulous snort. “I don’t think so.” 'Believe me… he does,' she insisted.“Yeah, right,” I muttered.He’s probably off somewhere with his queen by now, building a life that no longer includes me—a chapter closed, a footnote at best. Ruling his own empire, one where there’s no place for someone like me. Sleeping in silk sheets, maybe, getting massages from her, that annoying, smug smile now reserved for the queen. He’s likely forgotten every word he ever said to me… if they ever meant anything to begin with. Living out his own version of a fairytale.Just then, Joss