All Chapters of Enemies To Soulmates : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

DANNY The wine was cold, but the laughter was colder. I sat there drenched, red spreading across my pants like a crime scene, and the whole damn room seemed to pulse with snickers. Every whisper, every chuckle became all about me. Sexy Red. My goddess, my obsession. And she’d just humiliated me in front of everyone. I forced myself to stand, spine rigid, and stalked out before someone decided to take a picture. My shoes squelched with every step, like even they were mocking me. In the restroom, I locked myself in front of the mirror. My reflection looked back at me with wide, furious eyes and damp trousers. Napkins weren’t enough to clean it; no amount of scrubbing could erase the shame. I braced my hands on the sink and glared at my reflection. “Why?” I muttered. “What the hell did I do to you?” Sexy Red had always been untouchable, radiant, perfect. She had never so much as frowned at me before. If anything, I thought she liked having me around. I paid well. I was l

KELLY Breakfast was sacred to me. If you wanted to see me truly lose it, just try standing between me and food in the morning. Which is exactly why, after surviving the circus at home, I decided I wasn’t about to suffer in that smelly house of his. There were no cooks, no maids, and worst of all, the stink of that “trap room” still lingered in the air. So I made a plan. Breakfast would be delivered to me at work, where at least I could eat in peace without gagging. I threw on my usual “plain Jane” look: white long-sleeved dress, black sneakers, glasses firmly in place. I looked like a sixteen-year-old intern sneaking into the building, not the actual chairman of the company. That was the point. Nobody except three board members knew the truth. To everyone else, the chairman was just some mysterious young woman who liked her privacy. If only they knew, the one quietly making them richer every night with her stock moves was the “invisible employee” who rode a bike to work. Speaking

KELLY I dropped the spoon and stood, pushing my chair back just enough to let it screech across the floor. Tracy nearly jumped out of her skin. My voice was calm, but sharp enough to slice glass. “Listen carefully. There are a few things you need to know about me. I’m very nice, I’m easygoing, and I respect people. But there are things I’ll never tolerate. One.....disrespect. Two....I don’t like being schemed against. If your boss tells you to plot against me and promises he’ll cover for you, he’s lying. He won’t save you from my wrath. I will bury you. And three...” I tapped the table for emphasis, “...I don’t joke with my health. If there’s anything wrong with this food and it harms me, no excuse in the world will save you.” Her hands trembled against her apron. “I....I assure you, ma’am, I will never disrespect you. The food is safe. If you don’t trust me, I can taste it myself. I’ll prove it.” I tilted my head. She looked like a puppy waiting to be kicked. I almost felt ba

KELLY Danny sat on my bed for what felt like an eternity, clutching his foot and groaning like I'd just severed his entire leg. The man was more dramatic than a soap opera actor. "Are you done yet?" I asked, arms crossed, tapping my heel impatiently on the floor. He finally sat up, giving me the most pitiful look in his arsenal. "That really hurt, Kelly." "Good. It was supposed to." I gestured toward the door. "Now leave. I have somewhere to be." Instead of moving, he leaned back on his hands, making himself comfortable like he was planning to camp out in my room for the night. "I want to spend time with my wife." I stared at him. "Your wife? The same wife you tried to roast alive with that heater? That wife?" "I told you, I was wrong about that. I want to make it up to you." My internal alarm bells kept clanging like a fire station. He was definitely plotting something, and I wasn't about to give him the chance to ruin my evening plans. "Well, that's very sweet of y

KELLY My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. Danny was staring at me with those wide, shocked eyes, and people were watching, waiting to see what would happen next. Trying to convince him I wasn't Sexy Red? That was the worst idea ever. He only had to hear my voice once and he'd figure out I was his wife Kelly. I had no clue how he'd followed me to the race track, but seeing him standing there, I finally came up with a plan. Before he could say another word, I stood on my toes, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him. To my surprise, he tried to push me away. Seriously? Hadn't he always wanted to kiss Sexy Red? What was wrong with him? While he was still trying to get me off him, the crowd began to cheer and clap. They thought this was some romantic moment. Perfect. He finally stopped fighting me, probably because of all the people watching. That's when I saw my chance. I slipped my hand into his pocket, grabbed his car keys, and pulled away fro