All Chapters of Enemies To Soulmates : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

KELLY THREE DAYS LATER Danny had been acting like the perfect husband ever since his mom dropped the Hawaii bomb on us and left. It was honestly creeping me out. Gone was the man who'd tried to starve me and trap me in heated rooms. This new Danny opened doors, carried bags, and asked about my day like he actually cared about the answer. I'd confirmed the trip with my parents, and Mom was practically vibrating with excitement over the phone. "Oh Kelly, this is perfect! A romantic honeymoon in Hawaii! I'm so happy for you! You know, your father and I always talked about going there for our anniversary, but we never made it happen. Now my daughter gets to experience it instead!" She went on for twenty minutes about all the romantic things Danny and I could do together, completely oblivious to the fact that her daughter would rather be swimming with sharks than sharing romantic moments with her fake husband. Dad was more laid back about it when I called him separately. "Just

KELLY After we both participated in the cake-cutting ceremony, feeding each other small bites while everyone cheered and took pictures, the MC announced it was time for the couple's dance. Unlike our wedding day, when I'd been focused on getting through the ceremony, this felt different. The music was slow and romantic, and everyone was watching us with warm, happy expressions. Danny's arms went around my waist, and I rested my hands on his shoulders. As we swayed to the music, I noticed he was looking directly into my eyes. Not with hatred or disgust like usual, but with an expression I couldn't identify. The moment felt too intimate, too real. I wanted to pull away, but Danny wouldn't let me. His grip on my waist was firm but gentle. Then, without warning, his hand reached up and pulled off my glasses. "Danny, don't..." I started to say, but it was too late. He lowered his head and kissed me, just a soft peck on the lips at first. When he pulled back slightly, our eye

DANNYI had been completely against this trip from the beginning. A month stuck with Kelly? The thought made my skin crawl. But then it hit me - this could be the perfect opportunity to turn everything around.One month with Kelly and no distractions. No work, no friends dropping by, no interruptions. There was no way I couldn't have her eating out of the palm of my hand by the end of it. Women were predictable that way - give them enough attention and romantic gestures, and they'd fall for anything.This was my golden shot. By the time we returned home, Kelly would be head over heels for me, my private investigator would have caught Sexy Red, and my plan would fall perfectly into place. I'd finally be rid of Kelly for the rest of my life.To me, it was too good an opportunity to pass up.I didn't just prepare for the trip - I went all out. I arranged every detail, from the welcome party at the hotel to making sure we got a suite with only one bedroom. No separate beds, no easy escape

KELLY I carefully avoided looking directly at Danny as I sat at my separate table. Navigating his sudden transformation into "Prince Charming" was like walking through a minefield in high heels - one wrong step and everything would explode in my face. The man who'd spent days calling me an ugly duckling was now supposedly developing feelings for me? Please. I'd have better luck believing that pigs could fly and unicorns gave stock market advice. The real problem was that I'd made a rookie mistake this morning. In my rush to get ready and escape that awkward divorce conversation, I'd put in my contacts and completely forgotten to wear my glasses. Must be why Danny had been staring at me so intensely earlier, probably wondering why my eyes looked different. I wondered if anything ever got past him. The man noticed everything, which made keeping my secrets around him feel like trying to hide an elephant in a phone booth. He could say all he wanted about falling for me, but I didn't

KELLY I snapped my head forward as hard as I could, connecting with Blake's forehead in a head-butt that sent pain shooting through my own skull. But the impact on him was much worse - he clutched his head and groaned, momentarily stunned. Before he could recover, I brought my knee up as hard as I could, catching him right in the groin. Blake made a sound like a deflating balloon and doubled over. I didn't waste time feeling sorry for him. I lifted both my legs and wrapped them around his neck, squeezing as hard as I could. All those hours I'd spent learning how to fight, were finally paying off in a way I'd never expected. Blake struggled, clawing at my legs and trying to break free, but I held on like my life depended on it. Because it probably did. He kept punching my legs, and I knew I'd have bruises later, but I didn't let go. I squeezed harder, cutting off his air supply until his struggles got weaker and weaker. Finally, he went limp. I held on for a few more se