Married to the Enemy CEO のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Roman tore open the envelope carefully, unfolding the single sheet of paper inside. It wasn’t typed, nor written neatly—it looked rushed, the handwriting sharp and slanted.He read the message silently. “Watch your back.”That was all. No signature. No name.Roman frowned. “What the hell…” he muttered.He looked up immediately, searching for the man who’d handed it to him—but the stranger was gone. Not just gone from view—completely vanished.Roman’s eyes scanned the crowd, but there was no trace of the tall man in the gray suit. It was as if he’d disappeared into thin air.Ava was laughing with some guests nearby, baby Ethan in her arms. When Roman approached, she turned to him, smiling. “Everything okay?”He leaned in slightly, keeping his voice low. “I’ll be right back, love. Just a quick thing to check on.”“Okay,” she said, a bit distracted as another guest came over to greet her.Roman slipped outside through the terrace doors, the cool night air hitting his face. The noise of

The grand ballroom glittered with soft golden light. Music played, glasses clinked, and laughter floated through the air. Guests mingled, their voices rising over the hum of conversation. The scent of champagne and roses filled the space as servers moved between the tables. Roman and Ava sat together at the head table, surrounded by family and friends, their smiles warm and unguarded.It was a night of perfection—until it wasn’t.Without warning, the giant LED screen at the far end of the hall flickered. At first, everyone thought it was part of the event—a slideshow, maybe a surprise tribute. The chatter died down as heads turned toward it.Then the image came into focus.For a moment, confusion swept through the crowd. And then the gasps began.On the massive screen, clear and unmistakable, were explicit videos and photos—Roman and Clara, together, in intimate positions.A wave of shocked murmurs rippled through the guests. Some covered their mouths in disbelief, others whispered be

Clara hesitated for a moment when she heard his voice, but then her face softened into a smile. She unlocked the door quickly and pulled it open. The man standing there was tall, broad-shouldered, and dressed in a black hoodie with a cap pulled low over his forehead. The moment their eyes met, Clara’s lips curved into a slow, mischievous grin.“Julian,” she breathed out, stepping forward. “Baby, I’ve been waiting for you.”Before he could respond, she threw her arms around him and kissed him deeply. He wrapped one arm around her waist and held her close, the kiss heavy with the kind of tension that came from months of being apart. When they finally pulled away, his sharp eyes darted immediately toward the bed.“Where’s my baby?” Julian asked, his voice low and steady.Clara turned around and pointed toward the bed where Ethan lay wrapped in a soft white blanket. The baby was still fidgeting and making tiny sounds, his little face flushed from crying earlier. “There he is,” Clara said,

Roman and Ava climbed the stairs two at a time, their footsteps echoing through the empty, dark hallway. When they reached the first floor, Roman stepped in front of her and held out his arm.“Ava, wait,” he said quietly but firmly. “Stay here. It might be dangerous. Let me go first.”Ava stared at him—long and hard—her eyes sharp with a mixture of fear, anger, and disbelief.“Roman,” she said, her voice trembling but steady, “now is not the time for you to act overprotective. Ethan is my son. My baby. And I will do anything—anything—to protect him.”“Ava—”“No.” She shook her head and moved past him. “That bitch Clara has stepped on the wrong person. Nobody messes with my baby.”Before he could protest again, Ava took off down the hallway, her anger fueling her speed. She lifted her phone and switched on the flashlight, the small beam slicing through the darkness.“Ava, slow down,” Roman warned as he tried to catch up with her. “We have to be strategic. We don’t know what’s ahead. It

Noelle looked around the parking lot desperately, searching for anything she could use. Her eyes landed on a heavy iron rod lying near a construction area. Without thinking twice, she grabbed it and sprinted toward the car that was already moving out of its parking space.“No! Stop that car right now!” she shouted, waving the iron in the air. “Julian, stop! I swear I will break this glass!”Inside the car, Julian was behind the wheel. He glanced toward the crazy scene happening in front of him and let out a confused laugh. “Who is that mad woman?”Clara looked closely and her face tightened. “That’s Ava’s friend. That’s Noelle.”Julian’s eyes widened immediately. “If her friend is here, then she already told Ava that we’re here.” His voice rose in panic, and his grip on the steering wheel tightened.Clara turned sharply toward him. “We have to leave this place this minute. Drive out now!”Julian honked repeatedly. “Move, woman! Get out of the way before I knock you over!” he shouted t