All Chapters of Mated to My Enemy: The Sinful Bond That Binds Us: Chapter 51 - Chapter 58

Brant"So, you’re not going to tell me who sent you to cripple me? Because whoever it was clearly didn’t plan for me to die—you were aiming for my damn leg," I said calmly, even as I worked on him. I had clamps on his toes, snapping each one… one by one with a sickening crunch, while twisting a silver knife close to his heart.But the bastard stayed silent. I twisted the knife harder and gave Leslie a nod. She pressed the live wires against his head. His body convulsed, a ragged breath tearing from him as pain surged through, teeth grinding while a strangled cry escaped. His eyes screwed shut, a muffled groan slipping past clenched lips. The acrid stench of burned hair hit my nose.With his toes crushed, his scalp sizzling, and cold steel kissing his chest, I knew it was only a matter of time before he broke and spilled the truth. He wouldn’t hold out much longer.Or maybe I’d have to do something more to push him further. Believe me, I was still being lenient... for now.I’d walked a

Brant I arrived at the fighting arena with Jericho. The place was a wide, dimly lit pit, a cage at its center surrounded by raised stands where the Dons sat like kings watching gladiators. The air already hung thick with smoke, sweat, and anticipation, every corner alive with wagers and whispers. Not all the Dons had arrived yet, but several were already there with their fighters—hulking brutes, muscle stacked on muscle. Broad-shouldered men with thick necks and heavy fists, each one looked more beast than man. Than me.I guessed each Don believed sheer bulk would win the fight. Maybe the drugs had fried their brains, or maybe they were just too arrogant to see past muscle. They thought size was everything. But fights weren’t won by slabs of meat. They were won by grit, by cunning, by knowing when to strike and when to wait. That was something their giants would never understand.That’s when I spotted Leslie. I walked over to her, and the moment she saw me, her face lit up. A huge sm

Brant I was ready. This was the final round, and I couldn’t wait to face that motherfucker. My opponent was Don Franco’s man. I needed to defeat him not just for the victory, but so Franco would understand exactly who I was. No one would ever dare touch me again. I knew his son was the one who tried to cripple me, but Einstein never did anything without his father’s approval.Leslie walked up to me, confidence etched on her face, radiating from her stride. “Are you ready?” she asked.“I’ve never been more ready in my entire life,” I said, my chest burning with fire. “This isn’t just about winning. It’s about finishing what I started.”She placed a hand on my shoulder, then leaned in and crushed her lips against mine. Her kiss was smoky, intoxicating, the kind of taste that lingers like sin. And damn it, I kissed her back, my hand almost rising to pull her closer, the pull dragging me deeper.And then—Sable’s face flashed in my mind. That beautiful face. That smile, those eyes that st

Sable I arrived back at the mansion, finally managing to stop the tears streaking down my cheeks. Brant was bad news. I knew that. I came here to get revenge for Jessica. But I’d been stupid. My foolish heart had gone and fallen in love with him.Why Brant? Why him? Why not Joss?“Sable!” Marirose’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. She walked toward me, her face drawn with worry. “Are you… crying?”I shook my head quickly. “No. Why would I be crying? I’m fine… I just need to go to my bedroom.”She didn’t look convinced, but she didn’t press. She let me go, and for that I was grateful. I didn’t want to talk to anybody. Not now.In my room, I went straight to the closet, slid open a hidden drawer, and pulled out a small box. Sitting down on the floor with my back against the bed, I opened it carefully. Inside was a photograph of me and Jessica.We looked so young, happy, so full of life in our school uniforms with our backpacks slung over our shoulders. It was right after Mum marrie