Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mated to My Enemy: The Sinful Bond That Binds Us: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

We were sprawled out across the blanket-covered carpet, bellies full from the food Dani had wrapped for us. An expensive bottle of wine sat nearby, two half-filled glasses beside it, as we gazed out at the waterfall. Its mist caught the fading light, turning it into something magical, and the gentle sound echoed—peaceful and constant.Joss moved closer, wrapping an arm around me from behind, spooning me. His elbow was propped on the ground, his head resting in his palm so that his face hovered just above mine.“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he asked softly.I nodded, then turned to face him. His stormy eyes met mine—dark and intense, a little too intense. There was something raw in them, something like… desire. Eyes you’d expect to see just before someone kisses you and doesn’t stop.We stared at each other a heartbeat too long. Then his gaze dropped to my lips, and he leaned in, pressing his lips gently to mine.But I felt nothing.Nothing like the fire that scorched me every time Brant

BrantI paced the bedroom, anger still coursing through my veins. When we got back from the club, Marirose had gone straight to the bedroom and slammed the door behind her. I knocked and called out, but she refused to open it.Leslie had already done the damage—planted the poisonous belief in Marirose’s mind that I, or any man, would never find her beautiful again because of the scar she left on her face. That woman wasn’t just cruel; this was brutality on another level. A brutal reminder of how far Leslie would go. And I swear, I will deal with her for this.But right now, my priority wasn’t Leslie.It was Marirose.When she finally opened the door, a scarf was wrapped tightly around her face. Her swollen, bloodshot eyes were brimming with unshed tears. The air around her was heavy with fear—thick, suffocating. That’s how far Leslie could push someone. She didn’t just hurt people. She broke them, drove them to the edge.First, she’d tried to drown Sable, knowing damn well I had told

Sable I was sitting out on the patio, nibbling on my finger. I still couldn’t believe I’d seen Brant. I mean, I couldn't wrap my head around it—was it really him I saw, or was my mind playing tricks on me? But Dani confirmed it. It was him. Brant Paxton…“Hey, Sable.”I turned around at the sound of my name. It was Kit, walking toward me with his phone in hand.Ever since Brant left the mansion, Kit had barely spent any time here. He didn’t even stay for breakfast or dinner anymore—which, let’s be honest, was probably the biggest offense in this house. Skipping Dani’s food? Unforgivable.“Hey, Kit… what are you doing here?”“Rhett called. Said I had to be home for dinner, that he’s got something important to discuss… So yeah, I’m here. You can’t exactly defy the Alpha,” he said with a shrug.I nodded.“But it’s still afternoon… I just finished having breakfast-slash-lunch,” I said. I’d eaten earlier, but when lunchtime came around, I wasn’t hungry—so it was what it was.“Yeah, I deci

Sable It’s been a few days since Brant brought Marirose to the mansion. I’ve done my best to avoid being seen by her. I even hid my scent—only from her. Yeah, I can do that. I can hide myself from a particular person if I want to. Hiding is what I do best in this life that’s treated me so badly. That’s been so cruel to me.As for Brant… let’s just say we’re both ignoring each other. Does it hurt? Yeah, it hurts. But I’ve thrown all my focus into Joss.We’re having a great time together, though I have no idea what our relationship status is. Sure, we’re having sex, but he hasn’t asked me to be his girlfriend, so nothing’s official. Still, I know he likes me. Sometimes I wonder if I’m just another Betty.Right now, we’re at a famous and beautiful restaurant Joss invited me to. I let him choose our menu—he knows my preferences, and I’m not picky when it comes to food.“So, how’s work lately?” I asked, as the food arrived and we started digging in.“It’s great, actually. You know, somet

“What are you doing in my bedroom?” I asked, startled to find Brant sitting casually on my bed.He stood and walked toward me, his expression intense.“You tell me… because I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing to me, Sable. You’re driving me nuts,” he said, voice low but charged. “Why were you crying?”I let out a small, shaky chuckle, even though part of me wanted to scream.He had no idea how much he was affecting me too.“You don’t have to know… and I’m fine,” I said quietly.He didn’t believe me. I could see it in his face, in the way his jaw clenched, in the fire behind his eyes like he was ready to protect, ready to burn, ready to hurt whoever made me cry. But that couldn’t be true. Brant would never do that for me. That’s just what I wanted to believe. At least, that’s what I told myself to keep from losing my mind.He closed the distance between us, his arm snaking around my waist and pulling me in until there wasn’t a sliver of space between our bodies. With his other hand