All Chapters of MARRIED TO MY ENEMY’S BILLIONAIRE BROTHER: Chapter 41 - Chapter 47

The gala had ended hours ago, but the night refused to loosen its grip on Clara’s chest.The mansion was quieter than she had ever known it, its wide halls echoing with the hush of slumber. Yet Clara’s mind was far from still. The echo of Damien’s hand on hers, his lips brushing the back of her fingers in front of the world, and the whispers that had followed them lingered like a curse.She paced her room, her gown pooled at her feet like a puddle of moonlight, hair unpinned and tumbling down her shoulders. Every part of her screamed to tear away from him, to despise the way he had turned her into a pawn in his game. But buried deep beneath that fury, something far more dangerous throbbed—her body still remembered the warmth of his hand, the steady pressure of his palm against her back, as though the gesture had been real.“Stop it,” she whispered to herself, clutching the vanity table. “It was just an act. Just an act…”But when she closed her eyes, she could still hear Damien’s voic

Clara’s world had narrowed to two men and one impossible decision. The penthouse felt smaller, heavier, as if the air itself were pressing down on her chest. Her pulse raced, her hands shook, and every rational thought had fled, leaving only chaos and desire.Damien knelt beside her, his hand still clutching hers with gentle firmness. Ethan stood before them, jaw tight, fists curled, but his eyes were soft, pleading, desperate.“Clara,” Damien murmured, his voice low, intimate, dangerous. “Look at me. Not him. Only me.”Her gaze flickered to Ethan. “Clara, please,” he begged. “You don’t have to stay with him. You don’t have to—”“I know,” she whispered, voice breaking. “I know exactly what I feel.”The room seemed to hold its breath.Damien’s hand lifted to cup her cheek, thumb brushing along her trembling lips. “Then tell me,” he said, voice rough with emotion he rarely showed. “Say it. Say that you’re mine.”Her chest heaved. Her eyes darted to Ethan. His expression was raw, vulnera

The city skyline stretched beneath Clara like a sea of glittering lights. From her apartment balcony, the wind teased her hair, brushing against her cheeks as if urging her to breathe, to think, to reclaim herself entirely. The night felt endless, but for the first time, she didn’t feel small within it. She was untethered, alive, and dangerously aware of the storm her choices had ignited.Inside, the apartment was quiet, a silence she had almost forgotten. No Damien, no Ethan, no tension pressing her into corners she didn’t belong in. And yet, the air seemed charged, as though the universe was waiting for her next move, for the next collision.Clara’s POVShe paced slowly, her bare feet silent against the polished floors. Her mind spun with the echoes of the last weeks: Damien’s intensity, his magnetic pull, the sharp edges of his dominance; Ethan’s protection, his fire, and the way he made her feel seen in ways she never had before.It had come to this—she had chosen herself. And yet