All Chapters of Enemies To Soulmates : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

DANNY Seeing how Kelly acted towards me as though I was a complete stranger, someone she'd never met before in her life, I felt a sharp pain in my chest. Like someone had reached in and squeezed my heart. Nevertheless, I moved closer and pulled her into my arms, hugging her tightly. I needed to feel her. Needed to know she was real and here. For a brief moment, she was completely still, frozen in my embrace. As though she might actually return the hug. As though maybe, just maybe, she still felt something. That small moment of hope bloomed in my chest. However, Kelly pushed me away forcefully, breaking free from my arms. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she demanded, her voice cold and angry. "Please, maintain an appropriate distance from me. I do not like that behavior at all." The rejection stung worse than any physical blow could have. I sighed deeply and tried again. "Come on, Kelly. Why are you acting like I'm a stranger? You do realize I'm Danny, r

KELLY As I left the fight club and drove back home on my bike, I took a completely different route than the one I normally used. A route Danny wouldn't know about or expect. After noticing that Danny had practically sprinted out of the club like his pants were on fire, I knew exactly what would happen next. Any second now, he'd get into his car and chase after me like some kind of determined stalker. Which he basically was at this point, let's be honest. I deliberately avoided the main route I knew he would definitely use to try to follow me. His car was faster than my bike on straightaways and highways, that was just physics. But I knew shortcuts through the city that he likely didn't. Little alleys and back streets that would make his luxury vehicle completely useless. When I finally arrived home safely without being followed, I sighed in genuine relief. Made it. No tail. Victory was mine. I parked my bike in the garage and strolled slowly into the living roo

DANNY When I opened my eyes slowly, I immediately realized I was on an unfamiliar bed. The sheets felt different. The pillow smelled different. This wasn't my bed at home. I sat up slowly, feeling disoriented and confused about where exactly I was. My head felt slightly foggy, like my brain was working through mud. I tried to remember how I had ended up here in this strange room. And then Kelly's face came to my mind suddenly. Her face. Her eyes. Her lips. I remembered everything that had happened between us last night. Every single detail came flooding back in vivid clarity. The rain. The conversation. The kiss. Everything after that. I smiled despite myself, despite the confusion. Last night had been incredible, even if it had been complicated. Then I sneezed violently. Once. Twice. Three times in rapid succession. I knew immediately I had come down with a cold. My throat felt slightly raw and scratchy. My nose was stuffy. Perhaps that was why

KELLY When my mom's voice came through the phone saying "Congratulations," I literally did a double take. Like, actually moved my head back in surprise. Because that made absolutely no sense whatsoever. My mom, who had been practically in mourning about my divorce, was congratulating me? Had she hit her head? Was this some kind of weird coping mechanism? I could hear the genuine smile in her voice, which made it even more confusing. "For what exactly, Mom?" I asked slowly, like I was talking to someone who might be having a stroke. Because this conversation was not making any logical sense. "For not getting divorced," my mom replied cheerfully, like this was the most obvious thing in the world. I stared at my steering wheel. Blinked several times. Wondered if I was the one having a stroke instead. "Mmmmm... What convinces you that I didn't get a divorce?" I asked carefully, trying very hard to mask the unease I was feeling. Because I definitely, absolute

KELLY I saw the gun being pointed directly at Danny. Everything seemed to slow down impossibly in that single moment. Time stretched and warped around me. I could see every detail with painful clarity. The man's finger tightening on the trigger. The hatred burning in his eyes as he aimed. Danny sitting there completely helpless, still struggling weakly with the ropes binding his legs. Unable to defend himself. The phone I was holding slipped from my suddenly nerveless fingers. It fell to the ground with a distant clatter that seemed to come from very far away. Like I was underwater and all sounds were muffled and strange. "Danny!" I screamed his name with everything in me. Every ounce of breath in my lungs. My voice was raw and desperate and terrified. A sound I didn't recognize as my own. And I ran toward him without thinking. My legs moved before my brain could fully process what was happening. Before I could calculate odds or consider consequence