All Chapters of MARRIED TO MY ARROGANT ENEMY: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ALEXANDER’S POVWhen they were out of sight I walked back to my already boiling water as I poured it into the cup, the coffee aroma filling the air thick and comforting while I sniffed it deep, letting the steam warm my face. I took a sip but the hotness burned my tongue sharp and I blew air fast, then rested on the table leaning heavy, waiting for someone to storm in here angrily yelling at me but I waited till the two maids came back empty handed, their faces pale and nervous.“What happened?” I asked, straightening up quick.“Nothing sir,” they replied, voices overlapping soft.“He didn’t ask questions?” I asked still not satisfied, heart pounding because I expected fireworks.“No he hasn’t opened it,” they replied and I nodded slow, grabbed my coffee, as I headed to my room feeling the thrill fade into something uneasy. I got to the door as I stared at his just right opposite mine and curiosity made me lean my ear close to hear anything but it was dead silent, no crash no yell not

ALEXANDER’S POVThe morning cold slapped my bare skin hard the second I cracked my bones on the bed, joints popping loud while I snapped my eyes open slow, trying to stretch every muscle into perfection and shake off the haze. That was when it hit me—I had slept naked, completely exposed, the sheets tangled around my ankles like a confession.I had passed out right after the aftermath, my whole body spent and mind blank.I sat up fast, my heart jumping a little, then stood on shaky legs and walked toward the window, bare feet slapping cold marble. It was wide open, the curtains fluttering, no wonder my whole body was freezing, goosebumps racing down arms and thighs. I slammed it shut with both hands, my breath fogging the glass, and that was when my eyes landed on the table clock. 5:00 AM sharp.I grabbed my robe from the chair, the silk sliding cool over heated skin as I wrapped it tight around my body, knotting the belt hard because there was no point going back to sleep now that t

ALEXANDER'S POVI shot to my feet the second his door slammed upstairs, heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted to break free. I didn’t think, I just moved. My feet pounding down the marble stairs so hard the sound echoed through the entire mansion, I flew downstairs searching for him. Living room, dining area, hallway, nothing. He’d vanished.Where the hell did he go?Screw it. I knew exactly who was behind this. My father.The man who’d handed Enid a job behind my back, the man who loved sticking a knife in every plan I tried to make for myself. Fury boiled in my chest as I spun left and took the second staircase two steps at a time, breath burning in short, angry bursts. I reached their private floor in seconds, stormed down the hallway my parents shared, and didn’t bother knocking. I knew where he’d be.I shoved the study door open so hard it bounced against the wall.He was there, of course, sitting in his leather armchair like a king on a throne, calmly reading the news

ALEXANDER’S POVThe conference room felt like a tomb.Forty-second floor, north corner, the one with the panoramic windows that made every visitor feel like a god. Right now it felt like a glass cage, and I was the animal everyone had come to watch bleed.I was already seated when the first of them arrived. Alone at the head of the long obsidian table, hands folded in front of me, spine straight, chin high. I had chosen the power position deliberately, the one my father always took, because if I was going to be torn apart I would at least look like I belonged here.They filed in slowly, deliberately, letting the silence stretch. Twelve board members in total, every one of them older than me by at least twenty years, every one of them hand-picked by Kane David himself decades ago. Their suits cost more than most people’s cars. Their watches ticked louder than their hearts.Mr. Hargrove first, with silver hair, and a permanent scowl. Then Mrs. Langford, pearls tight around her throat l

ALEXANDER’S POVThe elevator ride down to the parking garage took exactly thirty-seven seconds. I know because I counted every single one, staring at the digital numbers as they dropped, forty-two, forty-one, forty… like a countdown to an execution. The two security guards flanking me didn’t speak. They didn’t need to. Their presence was the message: You are no longer welcome here.The doors slid open with a soft chime that sounded obscene in the silence. Cold fluorescent light washed over the concrete. My car sat in its reserved spot, exactly where I’d left it this morning, gleaming black and arrogant, the only thing in this building that still belonged to me without question.One of the guards; a guy named Marcus I’d once bought Christmas bourbon for; stepped forward to open the driver’s door for me. Like I was some visiting dignitary instead of the man whose name was on the damn building.I stopped walking.Something inside me snapped, clean and sharp, like a bone finally giving