All Chapters of MARRIED TO MY ARROGANT ENEMY: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ENID’S POVI eased back into my seat while Alex straightened his tie and smoothed his face, completely unaware of how close I had come to grabbing him before the car stopped at the venue. “Now listen, punk, you’re new to all this so keep yourself together and stick to me every second,” he warned with a sharp finger pointed right at my chest, then he stepped out without another word and camera flashes exploded around him.Reporters rushed forward throwing questions I couldn’t catch, but I saw him gesture toward the car and suddenly every lens swung my way, so I took a slow breath, opened the door, and climbed out into the blinding light while microphones shoved close to my face.“Hello sir, who are you to Mr. Alexander?”“Please tell us your name!”“Is this romance or just business?” they kept asking, but I ignored them all and walked straight to Alex waiting at the front of the car, standing tall beside him as the crowd shifted focus.“Mr. Alexander, this is new—who did you bring toni

ALEXANDER’S POV“Alex, I’m not gay—do you think I seduced him?” Enid shot back, his voice low but sharp enough to slice the air between us while he sipped his wine without breaking eye contact, and the casual way he said it made my blood boil because it sounded like he was mocking me right after saving my ass.I clenched my jaw so tight it ached and leaned closer, lowering my voice to a hiss. “Then explain how you wrapped Bradan around your finger in five minutes when I’ve been chasing him for months,” I demanded, my fingers twitching at my side because jealousy mixed with confusion and I hated how he stayed calm while I felt ready to explode.Enid shrugged, the movement slow and unbothered. “We talked business, that’s all, maybe he likes people who listen instead of pushing,” he replied, his eyes flicking to the crowd then back to me with a tiny smirk that pushed every button.My face heated and I stepped even closer until our shoulders almost touched. “Don’t play innocent with me, y

ALEXANDER’S POVThe sunlight stabbed through the half-open blinds and hit my face like a slap I deserved. I groaned tiredly, then rolled over, and sat up fast, the sheets tangling around my legs while last night's memories crashed back in full color—car fight, the gala disaster, Vanessa’s live-stream ambush, the hallway shove, every second screaming MY FAULT. I rubbed my eyes hard, but the images stuck right in. Enid’s calm voice cutting through my yelling, Bradan shaking his hand first, the collar clip looping online with a million laughing emojis. I’d blown it. All of it.My phone buzzed on the nightstand, the screen cracked from when I’d thrown it against the wall at 2 AM. I snatched it up. It's my Assistant , and it was sent on 7:28 AM>Stocks down 6.3% pre-market. #KaneCollarGate trending #1. Board emergency call 8:30. Need damage control NOW.

“Alex, is there something else I’ve done wrong?” I asked, leaning forward.He bit his lower lip hard as he looked down then scribbled on some paperwork. “Nothing but take, it’s the forum for the meeting we’ll be having soon,” he said, extending some papers to me, and I walked toward him and collected it.“In the meeting I’ll do the talking but I want you to confuse the board same way you’re able to convince Bradan,” he said, and I could still hear the fake anger in his tone.I collected it and sat back. “When is the meeting?” I asked.“In ten minutes and we’re leaving for there now,” he said, closing his pen lid with a snap.“And lastly my dad’s gonna be there, he is the chairman,” he warned me.“What!?” I voiced out loud. “What do you mean your dad will be there?” I asked, standing half up.“Well you’re falling out now are you?” he asked, smirk tugging his lips.---KANE GLOBAL BOARDROOMThe room smelled like leather and panic while twelve executives sat around the oval table, screen

ALEXANDER’S POV4:15 PM – Kane Global, CEO OfficeThe cigarette hissed dead in the plate and I stared at Enid, smoke still curling from my lips, my heart hammering because whatever he was about to demand I knew it would twist the knife. He let the silence stretch, let me sweat, then stepped closer until the city breeze from the open window brushed my face and tangled with his hair.“Fine,” he said low, voice steady as steel. “You want me to accept your offer? Let me cut your hair. Tonight with my own hands and my scissors. No stylist and no looking at the mirror until I’m done.”I couldn’t believe my ears anymore. What the hell was he spilling out?My jaw dropped so fast I felt it click. “You cut my hair?” The words burst out high, strangled, almost a laugh because this had to be a nightmare.“You’re out of your fucking mind. You’re a farm boy! You’ve probably only cut hay with those scissors!” I snapped, unable to control my anger, chest heaving while heat rushed to my face.“Exactly