All Chapters of Married to the Enemy CEO : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Ava stood frozen in the garden, her phone still in her hand, Isabella's words echoing in her mind.Damian.Roman's twin brother. The brother who'd disappeared twelve years ago after their parents died. The brother Roman had mourned, had searched for, had never stopped hoping would come home.And he'd been here the whole time. Living in Roman's house. Pretending to be Roman. While the real Roman was imprisoned somewhere, suffering, alone.The betrayal was so monstrous that Ava couldn't wrap her mind around it.She heard footsteps behind her and spun around.Damian stood on the patio, still in his work clothes from the office. His tie was loosened, his expression unreadable."How long have you been standing there?" Ava asked, her voice sharper than she intended."Long enough." He descended the steps toward her. "Where's the gardener?""She left. She wasn't feeling well.""Really? Because it looked like you two were having quite the intense conversation." He moved closer, and for the fir

Ava sat on the floor of the office, her back against the wall, watching Damian pace like a caged animal. He was on his third phone call in the last hour, all of them hushed conversations that ended with him looking more frustrated."I don't care what it takes," he was saying now. "Just keep him contained until I figure out what to do about Ava... No, I can't just let her go. She knows everything... I said I'll handle it!"He ended the call and threw his phone onto the desk with enough force that Ava was surprised it didn't shatter."This is your fault," he said, turning on her. "If you'd just stayed ignorant, if you'd just played along—""I'm not going to apologize for trying to find my husband.""He's not your husband anymore. He's a prisoner. And if you'd cooperated, maybe—" He stopped, running his hands through his hair. "Damn it."His phone rang. He looked at the screen and cursed. "I have to take this. Don't move."He stepped out into the hallway, closing the door but not locking

The warehouse erupted into chaos."POLICE! HANDS UP! HANDS WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM!"SWAT team members flooded through every entrance, their tactical lights cutting through the darkness like laser beams. Detective Morrison led the charge, his weapon drawn, his face set with grim determination.Viktor had been trying to flee through the back exit when three officers tackled him to the ground. He fought like a cornered animal, landing several solid punches before they managed to cuff him."GET OFF ME!" Viktor roared, his face pressed against the concrete. "You have no idea who you're messing with!""Viktor Sokolov," Morrison said, standing over him. "You're under arrest for kidnapping, assault, conspiracy, and about fifteen other charges I'm going to enjoy reading to you.""I want a lawyer.""You'll get one. After we process you downtown."Two officers hauled Viktor to his feet and dragged him toward a waiting patrol car, still struggling and cursing.The younger guard had been caught try

Six weeks later, Roman sat in a visitor's room at the county jail, waiting.His ribs had healed enough that breathing didn't hurt anymore. The bruises had faded to yellow-green shadows. He'd put back on most of the weight he'd lost during captivity. Physically, he was recovering.Emotionally was another story.The door opened, and a guard led Damian in. He wore an orange jumpsuit, his hands cuffed in front of him. He looked thinner, older somehow, despite only six weeks having passed.They sat across from each other at a small table, a thick pane of reinforced glass between them. They each picked up a phone.For a long moment, neither spoke. Twelve years of silence, of distance, of pain stretched between them.Finally, Roman said, "Hi.""Hi." Damian's voice was rough. "You look better.""You don't."A ghost of a smile crossed Damian's face. "Prison food isn't great. And I'm not sleeping well.""Guilty conscience?""Something like that." Damian looked down at his cuffed hands. "Why are

Ava stood in front of the bathroom mirror at 5:47 AM, trying to cover the dark circles under her eyes with concealer. She'd been awake since 4:30, when Ethan had woken up crying from a nightmare—or maybe just teething, it was hard to tell at this stage.Behind her, she could hear the shower running in the master bathroom. Roman had been in there for twenty minutes already. Some mornings, the shower was the only place he felt safe enough to break down where she couldn't hear him.She finished her makeup, threw on a blazer over her blouse, and headed to Ethan's room. He was awake in his crib, playing with his stuffed elephant."Good morning, sweet boy," she said, lifting him up. "Let's get you ready for Grandma and Grandpa."Her parents had been taking Ethan three days a week since Roman's panic attack at the office two weeks ago. Ava was grateful for the help, but she hated needing it. Hated feeling like she couldn't manage her own life.She got Ethan dressed, fed him breakfast, and ha