All Chapters of Enemies To Soulmates : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

TWENTY TWO YEARS LATER DANNY I glanced at the clock on my office wall. 7:48 p.m. Crap. If I didn’t leave now, I was going to miss her. I shoved my laptop into my bag, grabbed my car keys, and bolted for the door. Forget locking the file drawers...those could wait. Sexy Red? She couldn’t. See, some people have religion. Some people have gym memberships. I have Sexy Red. She only performs twice a week, and every single time she steps on stage, she does something different. Last week it was a floor split that had the entire club gasping. The week before, she came out in a glittery bodysuit that made me consider proposing right there in the middle of E-Hub. If I wasn’t front row tonight, I’d never forgive myself. The elevator took too long. The lobby security guard tried to wave me over for a chat, but I was already halfway across the parking lot. Traffic was heavy, so I did what any reasonable man with priorities would do... ran the next three red lights. Yeah, I’d pro

KELLY By the time I pulled into the driveway and killed the engine of my bike, I was still muttering under my breath. “What a colossal asshole,” I hissed, yanking off my gloves. “Imagine… he’s the one practically drooling to meet me, yet he has the audacity to call me ugly.” I swung my leg over the seat and stood there for a second, still boiling. If only he knew. If only he realized that I’m the very same Sexy Red he’s been willing to throw a billion at just to get ten minutes of my time. The same Sexy Red that makes men forget their own names. The same Sexy Red who has four degrees, a résumé full of achievements, and fighting skills that could put half the country’s bodyguards out of business. The same Sexy Red who can dance in a way that hypnotizes an entire room. “How many women can match that?” I scoffed to myself. “I’m beautiful, I’m from one of the best families, and—oh—let’s not forget—I’m also one of the richest women alive.” And yet… here I was… insulted

ONE MONTH LATER DANNY Like a bad dream I couldn’t wake up from, my wedding day finally arrived. In my hotel room, I was trying to button my shirt when Asher, my brother and best man, stayed sprawled on the couch, laughing like a hyena. “What is wrong with you?” I snapped, yanking the tie off my neck. He’d been laughing since the day he found out I was getting married, and apparently today was the grand finale. “If you keep this up, I’ll un-best-man you.” Asher smirked. “Please. You think you can do this without me? Who’s going to hold your hand when you start crying at the altar?” “Crying? For what? That girl?” I scoffed. “She’s about to be your wife,” he said in a sing-song voice. “Don't call her 'that girl'. From the look of things, this is going to be your forever....” “Don’t. Don’t say it.” I pointed a finger at him. “I’m only doing this because of Mom. I’ll pretend for a year or two, keep the peace, then—poof—divorce papers. Freedom from that little demon.”

DANNY By the time it was finally over, I felt like I’d been released from a hostage situation. I sat down, leaned back in my chair, already plotting. "You’re in for the surprise of your life, tonight, you ugly little demon." But then came the after-party. The MC had to ruin my day further. “And now, the newlyweds will have their first dance!” People clapped like they’d been waiting for this their whole lives. I wanted to disappear. But I couldn't. So I took her hand. The music started, slow and romantic. She came closer, smiling like this was some kind of dream come true. I put my hand stiffly on her waist, and we moved awkwardly to the music. Her eyes kept glancing up at me, smiling, like she couldn’t believe her luck. To me, it read loud and clear: 'I'm the happiest woman in the world because I bagged him.' I narrowed my eyes, letting every ounce of my hatred burn into hers, but she just kept smiling—as if she thought I was looking at her with love. She kept swayin

KELLY The weeks before the wedding had been my entertainment. Danny looked at me like I was the last person on earth he wanted near him, and somehow that made it even funnier. If he thought sulking and scowling would scare me off, he had no idea who he was dealing with. Every time a reporter shoved a camera in my face, I turned into Miss Perfect Bride. I giggled, I gushed, I declared that I couldn’t wait to marry “the love of my life.” Knowing Danny would stumble on those clips later and probably break something? Priceless. His sister, though, was my favorite part. Princess was sunshine wrapped in satin. She stuck to me through every dress fitting, every flower argument, every shopping spree. I adored her. I even caught myself wondering why she was more excited than me. And honestly, I liked her more than the groom. The real fun began on the wedding day. The makeup artist hovered over me, squinting at my glasses like they were a crime. “You really don’t want contacts?” she a