All Chapters of Married to the Enemy CEO : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Roman’s eyes scanned the kitchen quickly, then landed on a wooden baseball bat resting against the side counter, probably left behind by the previous owners or the movers. He grabbed it without hesitation, gripping it firmly as his body slipped into full alert mode.He moved slowly, carefully, tiptoeing toward the staircase. Every step was measured. Every sound amplified. His heart pounded as he followed the direction of the noise, up the stairs and toward one of the closed doors at the end of the hallway.The footsteps came again—this time softer, almost hesitant.Roman raised the bat.He inhaled once, sharply, then pushed the door open in one swift motion, lifting the bat, ready to strike.And then he froze.Standing in the middle of the room was a dog.A large, fluffy brown-and-white dog stared back at him, ears alert, tail stiff. For a split second, both of them just stood there, equally startled.The dog barked loudly.Roman flinched, then immediately lowered the bat as realizati

Ava inhaled sharply and straightened her shoulders.“Security,” she said firmly, lifting her hand. “Please take care of this. Get her out of here. If she needs medical attention, take her to the hospital. She’s clearly not well.”Two security officers stepped forward immediately.Before they could touch her, the woman jerked away and began shouting again, her voice cracking with raw grief.“You took us there!” she screamed, pointing at Ava with trembling fingers. “You took me and my sick son to that place. You promised help. You said he would be safe!”Ava’s brows knit together in shock.“My son had seizures,” the woman continued, tears streaming freely now. “I begged them to let me take him away when he started convulsing. They told me to wait. They said he would feel better. And now he’s dead!”The room felt like it tilted.Ava stood frozen for a moment, her heart pounding. None of what the woman was saying made sense. None of it had ever happened under her foundation’s watch.“That

Ava folded her hands neatly on the table and lifted her chin.“You said you wanted to question me,” she said calmly. “What exactly do you want to ask?”The two detectives exchanged a brief glance before one of them—Detective Harris—took the lead. He opened a thin file and slid it closer to himself.“Mrs. King,” he began, “earlier today, a woman entered your foundation claiming that you were responsible for the death of her son. She alleges that your organization transported her and her child to an undisclosed location under the promise of medical assistance.”Ava’s brows drew together. “That is completely false.”Harris nodded, as if he had expected that answer. “According to her statement, the child began experiencing seizures. She claims she requested that he be left alone, and that shortly after, he passed away.”Before Ava could respond, Daniel Whitmore leaned forward.“For the record,” he said smoothly, “my client categorically denies these claims. There is no documentation, medi

The first thing Ava noticed was the sterile smell—antiseptic and unnervingly clean. Her eyelids felt heavy, as if weighted down by stones, but she forced them open. Harsh fluorescent lights blurred above her, and she blinked slowly, trying to make sense of the white ceiling tiles, the IV stand beside her bed, the steady beep of a monitor somewhere to her left.Where am i?Her mind felt foggy, thoughts moving through molasses. She tried to sit up, but her body protested with a dull ache that spread from her ribs to her shoulders. The hospital gown rustled against the thin sheets as she shifted, and that's when it hit her—she was in a hospital.Ava's breathing quickened as fragments of memory began to surface, jagged and incomplete. She'd been in the car. Roman had been driving. They'd been talking about—what had they been talking about? The details escaped her, but she remembered his hands on the wheel, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the dashboard.And then—The mem

Ava watched her mother's face crumple, saw her father's jaw tighten. But Ava took a breath. Then another. The tears that had been threatening to fall dried up, replaced by something harder. Something that felt like resolve."Mom. Dad." Her voice was steady. "Can you please excuse us? I need to speak with Roman alone.""Ava, honey—" Mrs Morgan started."Please." Ava turned to her mother. "I'll come by the house later. I promise."Edwards hand found his wife's shoulder. He understood. "Come on, dear. Let's give them some space."Mrs Morgan looked like she wanted to argue, but she nodded. She moved toward Ava, pulling her into one more quick embrace. "You're stronger than you know," she whispered in her daughter's ear. "Don't forget that."Edward was the last. He squeezed Ava's hand, then looked at Roman—who was still pressed against the wall, watching them all with suspicious eyes."Take care of yourself, son," Edward said quietly. "Whether you remember it or not, we love you."Roman s