All Chapters of Married To My Arrogant Billionaire Enemy : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

DOMINICBrooklyn was still in my arms when I heard the distant wail of sirens—far away, too far away to matter.Not enough.Not fast enough.Not what they deserved.But Elliot’s breathing stuttered again, and that snapped every violent thought back into place.I pulled slightly away from Brooklyn. “Stay with me. I need to check him.”She nodded once, shaky but trying to be steady.I moved to Elliot immediately, dropping down so I was eye-level with him.His hands were trembling. The inhaler was slipping from his fingers every few seconds, like he couldn’t fully grip it.“Hey.” My voice softened without my permission. “Look at me.”He lifted his eyes.Wide.Glossy.Overwhelmed.“Are you dizzy?” I asked.He nodded.I placed a hand at the back of his neck, steadying him. “You’re okay. You’re breathing. I’ve got you.”Another nod, smaller this time.But when he exhaled, it hitched—sharp, panicked.I felt something in my chest tear.Just rip straight down the middle.“Elliot,” I said slowl

BROOKLYNThe rest of the drive felt like a tight coil wrapped around my ribs. Dominic didn’t speak, and neither did I — not with Elliot’s head resting on my lap, his breath uneven from crying, and Dominic’s knuckles white around the steering wheel.When the car finally slowed, I lifted my head.Tall trees surrounded us, dense and dark, swallowing most of the moonlight. A long gravel path stretched ahead, leading to a stone house tucked back from the road — modern, sleek, and completely hidden.“We’re here,” Dominic said quietly.His voice wasn’t sharp anymore. It was steady. Controlled. Measured. The way someone talked when they didn’t want to cause another crack.He got out first, walking around to Elliot’s side. Before I could reach for the door, he had already opened it and crouched down.“Hey,” Dominic said softly, touching Elliot’s shoulder in a way that was careful, almost hesitant. “We’re somewhere safe now. You can sleep properly if you need to.”Elliot didn’t say anything — h

DOMINICShe walks past me, and I don’t move.I can’t.Her shoulder brushes the air beside me — not touching, but close enough that I feel the shift — and it hits harder than any punch I’ve taken in boardrooms or backrooms or the goddamn press.She’s not mad.She said she’s not mad.But she walked away.And somehow… that’s worse.The thrum in my chest is still there, that raw leftover panic I hate, the kind that clouds logic and makes breathing feel unfamiliar. I drag a hand through my hair and exhale through my nose, trying to force everything back into place.Half of last night plays in my head on repeat.The smoke.The breach.Elliot choking and clawing at his chest.Brooklyn bruised and gasping as she searched for his inhaler in a room filled with chemical fog.And her face — her face — when I got to her. The fear. The shock. The way she folded into me without thinking.I close my eyes for half a second.It had been too close.Too damn close.I open them again just in time to see h

DOMINICHer eyes were still wide when I turned away.Wide in a way that made something inside me twist so sharply I had to physically unclench my jaw before it cracked.You’re not going anywhere. Not now. Not ever. Not while I’m alive.I shouldn’t have said it.I shouldn’t want it to be true.But I did.More than I’d ever admit out loud.I stepped outside into the cold air and let the door shut behind me, jaw tight, heart still beating too hard.The safe house was wired, reinforced, monitored by four separate systems — but I still walked the perimeter myself.Because trusting technology was one thing.Trusting people was another.Trusting myself was something else entirely.I scanned the treeline, the road, the cameras, the gates.Everything checked out.Still, that didn’t slow the pulse pounding in my throat.Someone targeted Elliot.A child.Her brother.And I didn’t know if the rage burning through me was human or feral at that point.The wind bit at my skin. I barely felt it.All

BROOKLYNThe door shut behind Dominic, but the echo of his voice—low, rough, still threaded with the tension of what almost happened—lingered like warmth on my skin.For a long second, maybe two, maybe ten, I stayed frozen in place. I didn’t breathe. I didn’t blink. I just sat there on the edge of the bed, every nerve in my body still buzzing like it hadn’t yet realized the moment was over.My lips still tingled from where he’d kissed me.My pulse still hammered from the way he’d whispered my name, like saying it cost him control. Like he didn’t want to give it up but couldn’t help it.And then Gerald had knocked.And Dominic had pulled away.And reality had come crashing back down so hard I felt it in my bones.I stood quickly, maybe too quickly, because the room tilted for a second. My legs were unsteady. My breathing uneven. I dragged a hand through my hair, but my fingers trembled and it annoyed me instantly—annoyed me that he could leave me this undone, this breathless, this… wan