Todos los capítulos de MARRIED TO MY ENEMY’S BILLIONAIRE BROTHER: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

The hall had emptied, but the echoes of whispers still clung to the stone walls. Clara stood in silence, her heart still racing from the night’s trial. The energy inside her hadn’t settled—it buzzed and flared, alive like a restless storm beneath her skin.Damien remained close, his presence steady but his eyes restless, a wolf torn between awe and fear. Ethan, leaning against one of the stone pillars, studied her as though she had become something even he couldn’t fully understand.“You held them tonight,” Ethan said at last, his voice slow, deliberate. “Every single wolf in that hall bent their ear to you. Some bent their pride. That doesn’t happen, Clara. Not even for Alphas.”Clara swallowed, her chest rising with an unsteady breath. “It wasn’t bending,” she said softly. “It was… listening. And that terrifies them more than submission ever could.”Damien’s hand grazed hers, his touch both grounding and burning. “And it terrifies me too.” His voice cracked on the edge of truth. “Be

Ethan’s POVThe gala was a theater of masks—polished laughter, champagne glasses, and deals whispered behind silk curtains. But I wasn’t watching any of that. My eyes were locked on Damien Vale.And Clara.I’d told myself I wouldn’t come. That walking into his world would mean surrendering to his rules. But the moment I stepped into that glittering hall and saw her in his arms, every rational thought disintegrated.Damien had her pressed against his side, a hand around her waist that screamed possession. The bastard didn’t just hold her; he flaunted her. Every smile he flashed, every touch he drew out—it was all for the audience, but I knew better. It was for me.He knew I was here.And he was daring me to break.I forced myself through the crowd, ignoring the curious stares and the whispers that followed my name. People knew me—the clean-cut investor, the man who played by the rules. But tonight, I wasn’t here to negotiate. Tonight, I was here for her.Clara.Her smile didn’t reach h

Clara’s POVThe silence was unbearable.Every pair of eyes in the glittering hall was fixed on me. Two men stood on either side of me, their energy clashing like fire and lightning, both waiting for a single word that could destroy or save everything.Ethan’s voice still rang in my head—Choose. Right here. Right now. Him or me.My lips parted, but the word lodged in my throat.Damien’s gaze cut through me, sharp and merciless, yet beneath it lay something raw. Something that terrified me more than his threats—need. A hunger that went beyond possession.My chest tightened. The truth fought to claw its way out of me.I wanted freedom. I wanted peace. But when I looked at Damien, I couldn’t deny the part of me that craved the storm he carried.“I…” My voice trembled. The crowd leaned forward. Ethan’s face twisted with hope, desperate and pleading. “I choose—”But I never got to finish.Because Damien moved first.In one swift, ruthless motion, he seized my wrist and pulled me flush again

Clara’s POVThe silence pressed against me as hard as Damien’s presence. His hand lingered against my jaw, his thumb brushing the corner of my lips like he had every right to touch me.I slapped his hand away. The sound cracked between us.His eyes darkened, but instead of anger, something else flickered there—something far more dangerous. “You keep fighting me, Clara,” he said softly, “but you never leave.”“You don’t give me a choice,” I spat, shoving against his chest. He didn’t move. He never moved. He was a wall of muscle and will, impossible to shake.His lips curled into something between a smirk and a snarl. “Then stop pretending you want one.”The words struck too close, too sharp. I hated that my pulse betrayed me, that my breath shivered even as I glared at him.“Don’t twist this,” I said, voice trembling. “What you’re doing—it’s control, not love.”He leaned in, his breath brushing my skin, forcing me back against the cold glass until there was nowhere left to go. “Love?”

Clara’s POVThe gun went off.The sound was deafening, tearing through the air like the crack of thunder. My scream tangled in my throat as I stumbled back, hands clamped over my ears.But the bullet didn’t hit me.It didn’t even hit Damien.He’d moved—like lightning—twisting me behind him and shoving me toward the couch. The shot buried itself in the marble wall, sending dust raining down.Ethan’s hands shook around the gun. His chest rose and fell like a caged animal. “Don’t test me, Damien!”Damien only smirked, adjusting his cuffs as though a bullet hadn’t just grazed his world. “That was your one chance. And you wasted it.”The room was thick with tension, each heartbeat dragging like a lifetime.“Clara,” Ethan begged again, his voice cracking now. “Please. Before it’s too late.”My knees threatened to buckle. His eyes—wild, desperate—felt like a lifeline. But Damien’s presence burned at my back, suffocating yet grounding, his body between me and the chaos like a shield.“I can’t