All Chapters of Married To My Arrogant Billionaire Enemy : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

DOMINICThe silence followed us through the gates.The car rolled to a smooth stop in front of the house, gravel crunching beneath the tires, but neither of us moved. I could see her reflection in the glass, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the dark sweep of trees as if she’d rather launch herself into the night than face me. My hand twitched once against my thigh. I forced it still.Mr. Alcott opened the door with his usual quiet efficiency. Brooklyn slid out without a word, brushing past him, her skirt still dusted faintly with flour. She didn’t look back.I followed, slower, my shoes deliberate against the stone. Alcott hesitated, his sharp eyes flicking between us, clearly sensing the storm in the air. He inclined his head and disappeared inside without a word. Good man. Knows when to vanish.Inside, she moved quickly, her steps clipped, heading for the staircase. I watched her back, the proud line of her shoulders, the way her hand tightened on the railing as though she expected me to dr

BROOKLYNThe car slowed in front of the bakery, the same way it did every morning. Same tinted windows, same driver in the front who never said more than three words to me. Normally, the sight of the little brick storefront made my chest loosen just a fraction. It was the one place that still felt mine.But today—Today my stomach plummeted before the driver had even pulled to the curb.Because he was there.Dominic.Tall, immovable, standing on the sidewalk like some expensive statue that had no business existing this early in the morning. His hands were tucked into his coat pockets, his gaze sharp and unflinching, fixed on the bakery door as if he owned it. As if he owned everything.I swore under my breath. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”The driver glanced at me in the mirror, then quickly looked away, wisely pretending he hadn’t heard.Heat rushed through me so fast it made my fingers twitch. My sanctuary, my one slice of normalcy, and he had to invade this too?The car rolled to

BROOKLYNThe rest of my shift dragged on like wet cement.Every time I looked up, someone was watching me. Pretending to clean, pretending to froth milk, pretending to wipe down counters—but always watching. Whispers slithered between orders, heads tilted toward me and snapped away the second I caught them.I wanted to scream.Instead, I kept my chin high, plastered on a fake smile for customers, and moved through the motions like nothing had happened. But inside? I was on fire. My pulse wouldn’t slow down, my stomach was tied in painful knots, and no matter how many times I tried to steady myself, my hands kept trembling when I reached for the register or the pastry tongs.Ethan, of course, didn’t help. He kept himself busy, but every so often, I’d feel his eyes on me. That infuriating calmness of his, like he hadn’t just stirred gasoline onto a blaze.By the time my shift ended, I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.The car was already waiting outside, as usual. Dominic’s idea of

BROOKLYN The mansion’s front doors shut behind me with a slam that rattled through my bones.I didn’t wait for Dominic. Didn’t even check if he’d followed. My heels clicked furiously across the driveway as I stormed toward the waiting car, and the driver startled so badly he nearly dropped his cap when I yanked the back door open myself.“Good morning, ma’am,” he stammered.“Just drive,” I snapped, sliding in and slamming the door hard enough to make the windows tremble.Silence pressed in around me the moment we pulled out of the gates. Normally, the car was a haven—quiet leather seats, tinted windows, a bubble where I could breathe between the chaos of the mansion and the pace of the bakery. But today… today, it felt like a cage.My reflection stared back at me from the dark glass. Eyes too bright, cheeks flushed, blouse buttoned wrong because my hands had been shaking when I left. God, I must have looked insane storming out like that.The driver kept his eyes on the road, but I ca

BROOKLYNThe ride home felt longer than usual.The city lights blurred through the tinted glass, each one smearing into the next like streaks of melted gold. My body was running on fumes, but my mind was wired — a tangled mess of frustration, guilt, and exhaustion that refused to settle.All I wanted was a shower, maybe a moment to breathe, to pretend I hadn’t spent the day pretending everything was fine when it wasn’t.When the car finally slowed in front of the mansion gates, my stomach twisted. The guard nodded me through, and as the iron gates swung open, I felt like I was being swallowed whole.The mansion loomed in the dusk — glass and stone, beautiful and cold, just like the man who owned it.I tried to shake off the unease clawing at me, telling myself Dominic was probably at some late meeting or drowning himself in one of his endless reports. I could slip upstairs, check on Elliot, and let the day die quietly.But the moment I stepped through the front doors, I knew I wasn’t