Lahat ng Kabanata ng MARRIED TO MY ENEMY’S BILLIONAIRE BROTHER: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

The night pressed heavy against the city skyline, a velvet curtain embroidered with restless stars.Inside the ballroom, the gala still shimmered with laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses, but Clara could barely hear it anymore. Every sound was muffled, swallowed by the roaring silence between her and Damien.He stood before her, his jaw taut, his midnight eyes locked on her with a torment that twisted her chest. For hours she had avoided him, hidden behind practiced smiles and polite conversations, pretending she could keep her composure. But now there was no more running. The storm she had dreaded had finally cornered her.“Clara,” Damien’s voice broke the barrier between them—low, rough, like gravel dragged over silk. “You can’t keep doing this.”Her breath hitched, but she forced her spine straight. “Doing what?” she whispered, though she already knew what he meant.“Pretending,” he said, stepping closer until his presence swallowed the space between them. “Pretending that

The night was a canvas of muted silver and shadows, a fragile silence settling over the estate as though even the air understood that something was about to shift. Calla lay awake in the vast bed, the sheets tangled around her legs, her heart restless against the stillness. She could hear Damian pacing somewhere beyond the door, his heavy footsteps muted yet sharp enough to pierce through the wall like the unspoken words between them.She had grown used to his presence—his dominance filling a room, his shadow swallowing her own. Yet tonight, something felt different. It wasn’t just distance. It was hesitation.For the first time, Damian Vale, a man who could break nations with a single decision, looked as though he didn’t know what step to take next.Calla drew her knees to her chest, resting her chin against them, staring at the balcony doors that revealed the pale glow of the moon. The contract had brought them together, vengeance had forced them closer, and pride had nearly torn t

The city slept beneath them, its glittering lights a backdrop to the storm unraveling inside Damien and Clara. The kiss they had shared on the terrace was not enough—would never be enough. It had only cracked open the dam, letting years of suppressed hunger and longing flood free.Damien’s hand lingered against Clara’s cheek, his thumb brushing away the tear she hadn’t realized had fallen. His eyes searched hers, restless and uncertain, as though afraid she’d vanish if he blinked.“You should walk away,” he murmured, though his grip tightened on her waist. “If you stay… there’s no undoing this.”Clara’s lips curved in a trembling smile. “I’m not walking away. Not this time. Not ever.”The last of his restraint shattered.With a guttural sound, Damien pulled her into him, his mouth devouring hers. His kiss was punishing and tender all at once, a war between the part of him that wanted to claim her and the part that feared losing her. Clara clung to him, her fingers tangling in his hai

The penthouse, which only an hour ago had felt like a sanctuary, now buzzed with tension. Clara sat on the edge of the bed, clutching Damien’s shirt to her chest, watching as he dressed with the precision of a man preparing for battle. Every button of his tailored black shirt, every measured movement, was armor being put back on.“Tell me what’s happening,” she said finally, unable to stand the silence.Damien paused, his tie hanging loosely in his hands. His eyes lifted to hers, sharp and unreadable. “Ethan has been quiet for too long. Now he’s not just circling—he’s striking. He’s targeting my company, my assets. And he’s not stopping there.” His gaze hardened. “He’s targeting you.”Clara’s stomach dropped. “Me?”He nodded once, his jaw set in granite. “Leo intercepted communication this morning. Ethan doesn’t just want my empire—he wants to use you as leverage. To destroy me through you.”The weight of his words pressed down on her chest. It wasn’t just business. It was personal.

The ballroom seemed to hold its breath. Cameras flashed in rapid bursts, reporters leaning forward like vultures waiting for blood. Ethan’s hand hovered over the folder, smug confidence radiating from every line of his posture.“This,” he announced, “is the truth about Damien Vale.”Before he could move another inch, Damien lunged.The room erupted in chaos. Guests screamed, tables overturned, glasses shattered against the marble floor. Security guards rushed forward, but Damien was faster—he slammed Ethan against the cart, sending the black case crashing to the ground. Papers scattered across the floor like a storm of accusations.“You won’t destroy her,” Damien snarled, his fist gripping Ethan’s collar. “You won’t touch Clara.”Ethan only laughed, his breath hot with venom. “Still protecting her? Pathetic. She’ll be the reason you fall.”Clara’s heart pounded as she watched the two brothers, mirror images locked in a deadly dance of rage and betrayal. She forced her legs to move, s