All Chapters of Married to the Enemy CEO : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

RomanFor a moment, no one answered. The pause was enough to nearly crush me. My hands curled into fists, my throat tight.Finally, the nurse sighed, meeting my eyes. “We did what we could. The baby is still there… but it’s delicate. We’ll need to monitor closely. The next few days are critical.”I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding, but it wasn’t relief. Not really. It was something heavier. Something that pressed down on me like a weight I couldn’t shake.Still there. Delicate. Critical.I dragged a chair close to her bedside, lowering myself into it like my legs couldn’t hold me anymore. I reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, careful not to touch the wires or disturb her.“Ava,” I whispered, my voice rough. “You scared the hell out of me.”She didn’t move. Didn’t stir. Just breathed.I turned to the nurse, my words sharp but trembling. “She’s going to wake up, right?”“Yes,” she said softly. “She just needs time.”Time.I leaned back in the chair, m

RomanThe moment my eyes locked on him, I felt the muscles in my jaw tighten. Julian. Of all people, it had to be him.He tilted his head slightly, his mouth curving into that smug, irritating half-smile he always wore when he thought he had the upper hand. “Well, well. Isn’t this something? What a surprise, Roman King, in a hospital corridor. I thought Edward should be the one in here, not you. The way you’ve been dragging his name through the mud, I wouldn’t be shocked if stress finally sent him to a bed.” He chuckled, low and mocking, like the whole thing was entertainment for him. “The media can’t get enough of it—your war with your dear father-in-law. Brutal. Almost feels like a blood sport.”I didn’t respond. My hands itched to curl into fists, but I kept them loose at my sides. Standing there, staring at him, all I wanted was to walk past, keep moving, and not give him the satisfaction of a reaction. He wasn’t worth it. Not here. Not now.I turned slightly, ready to head down t

RomanI was pacing outside the hospital like a caged animal when I finally yanked out my phone and dialed home. The head of security picked up on the second ring.“Sir?”“It’s Ava,” I said, sharper than I meant to. My chest felt like it was splitting open. “She’s missing. I don’t care how, I don’t care why—get your men ready. I want her found, and I want the police looped in immediately.”There was a pause. I could hear the silence tighten on the other end, the way it does when men know you’re about to explode.“Yes, sir. I’ll mobilize right away.”“And listen to me carefully,” I added, lowering my voice even though it came out like a growl. “Bring three men to the Grandcrest Estate. That’s my location. I have business with Julian Crest.”“Yes, sir.”I hung up and drove like hell was chasing me.By the time I pulled up outside Julian’s estate, the men were already there. I didn’t waste time with niceties. I marched straight to the door, slammed the knocker hard enough to echo, and whe

RomanWe had a plan, but I didn’t like how thin it was. Still, it was all we had. Mason had gone around the back with two others, carrying canisters of tear gas. We needed a distraction to scatter the guards. Once the smoke went in, chaos would follow, and in chaos, people get sloppy. That’s when I’d slip the rope through Ava’s window and pray she had the courage to climb.I hated that word—pray. I hadn’t prayed for anything in years. But that night, standing in the shadows of Edward Morgan’s house, I prayed.The rope coiled heavy in my hand. I counted the guards’ footsteps, listened for the shouts when Mason did his part, and then—I hurled it upward. The glass shattered, the sound sharp in the night. The rope swung against the wall, caught the edge of her window. My heart stopped.Then—her face appeared. Pale, confused, and then suddenly alive when she saw me.Christ. That look.For a second, it felt like I could breathe again. She was okay. Shaken, but alive. Her eyes glistened in t

AvaThe words tumbled out of me before I could stop them.“Make love to me.”My voice sounded foreign, shaky, but it cut through the silence of the penthouse like the sharp crack of glass breaking.Roman stilled. His shirt hung open, the tie limp around his neck, but his body went rigid. His gaze snapped to me—sharp, dark, feral. I felt it on my skin like claws dragging. His jaw flexed, his chest rose and fell once, heavy. He looked at me the way a predator studies prey, like he was deciding whether to devour me or walk away.I should have laughed, pulled the words back, hidden behind anger like I always did. But I didn’t. I sat there, trembling, daring him with my silence.“Say it again,” he growled, low and dangerous, like he was testing me.My lips trembled. “Make love to me.”Something cracked inside him. His nostrils flared, his fists clenched at his sides, his eyes darkened until they were nothing but hunger and rage. For a heartbeat I thought he’d leave. Instead, he crossed the