MARRIED TO MY ARROGANT ENEMY のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

ALEXANDER POVI stormed across my penthouse, the glittering skyline of London sprawling below like a chessboard I’d already checkmated. At twenty-four, I’d forged Kane Global into an AI empire, unapologetically out and proud in a world that still tried to cage me. But this arranged marriage nonsense? It was a noose tightening around my neck, threatening to choke out my secret nights with Raymond—the man I’d always dreamed of building a life with, my mentor, my everything. Everyone thought we’d be the ones to seal the deal, everyone thought we'd tie the knot, not until Grandpa’s will dropped like a grenade, shattering it all.“Marry Enid, or kiss the inheritance goodbye,” my father’s warning echoed in my skull, each words a jab to my gut.“Why are you still tearing yourself apart over this?” My mother’s voice cut through the choas as she stepped onto the balcony, her heels clicking softly against the marble.I spun to face her, my chest tight with fury. "Who the fuck is this Enid, w

ENID'S POVThe next morning, I woked up the sun hitting my face, same way Alex hits my guts so bad. I rolled over, the expensive Egyptian cotton sheets and sat on the edge of the bed. I dragged my hands down my face, the rough stubble a grounding sensation in this unreal situation. My temples throbbed with a low, frustrated ache.And just then, the sharp click of the door opening shattered the quiet,and I didn’t need to look to know who it was.Alex of course. He stormed into the room as if he owned every atom in it, and right now, he's acting like he owned the oxygen in my borrowed room.“Get your ass up, Bumpkin!” Alexander’s voice was a wrath in room.I finally turned my head, meeting his gaze. He was still in the dark silk pajamas he wore last night, the fabric clinging to his guilded frame in a way that was annoyingly elegant. I his hands, he held a tablet like a scepter. “I think you have to learn the manners of knocking before entering a person’s private space,” I repl

The door shut behind her with a quiet, definitive click, leaving me alone with her orders hanging in the air. Gosh, this woman… A shiver, cold and unwelcome, traced its way down my spine. She was terrifyingly effective, a master of manipulation, and I would need to be very, very careful around her.I pressed my ear to the cool wood of the door, listening until the sharp click-clack of her heels faded entirely down the marble hallway. My plan for a shower was now forgotten, as I tossed the towel to a chair. I pulled the lapels of my robe tighter, and opened my door.And there it was, just directly across the hall. An imposing dark wood door with a sign hung right at eye level, the letters bold and aggressive: DO NOT DISTURB.A soft, incredulous laugh escaped me before I could stop it. You are the disturbance here, dude. You’re a walking, talking disruption.I crossed the short distance, my heart hammering against my ribs. My hand rose, intending to just turn the handle and march

ALEXANDER’S POV“Alex!” "Alex!""Alex, stop right there!" Dad’s voice kept chasing me down the hallway, but I didn’t wait or reply or even pretend to listen, and my legs carried me faster toward the front door. I slammed it behind me so hard the walls shook, then stormed across the driveway to my blue Lamborghini, I yanked open the driver’s door, and threw myself inside. Anger made me forget the seatbelt, so I just punched the start button and floored the accelerator, letting the tires scream while gravel flew everywhere and the mansion disappeared in the mirror.Nothing made sense anymore, and everything felt stupid and wrong and completely out of place. This wasn’t the life I wanted or the future I had planned, because I needed a perfect story where I was the star and Raymond stayed right beside me as my forever. I refused to waste years with some country boy who spent his days digging dirt and planting seeds, a man who didn’t understand cities or suits or power, just a clueless

ALEXANDER’S POVTwenty minutes had crawled by since Enid brushed past me and vanished into his room after I threw those cruel words about his late parents, words that now echoed in my head and twisted my gut even though I told myself it wasn’t my fault because he started the fight and pushed every button until I snapped. Still, guilt gnawed at the edges while I paced my bedroom, my flip-flops slapping against the floor, because the clock ticked closer to five and we had to leave for the gala where I was expected to show up with him on my arm, yet how could I drag him out if he was locked away crying his eyes out over what I said?I refused to beg a lowlife like him. No way!But another worry clawed deeper since I wasn’t sure if he had even touched the tablet I handed him that morning with all the guest names and details he needed to memorize, and if I hadn’t mocked him about being an orphan I might still hold the upper hand instead of looking like some heartless monster now. But On