Semua Bab MARRIED TO MY ARROGANT ENEMY: Bab 31 - Bab 40

ENID’S POVThe heavy front door slammed shut behind us with a bang that shook my bones, David’s angry voice still roaring through the wood “Only come back here if you want your bags thrown after you!”Then silence, cold, sharp, final.Alex’s knees gave out right there on the front steps. He dropped hard, like someone had cut every string holding him up, his expensive coat pooling around him on the wet stone. Both our suitcases and bags were scattered across the driveway, clothes spilling out like guts, David must have ordered the staff to hurl everything out the moment he decided we were done.I stared at the mess for a second, my breath fogging in the evening air. Never in a million years did I think David Kane could be this ruthless. I know he wasn't the silent one, but it was too fast.Alex was already sobbing, his shoulders shaking, hands covering his face, sounding like a lost child “So what the fuck am I supposed to do now?” he cried, voice cracking “Why is everything falling ap

ALEXANDER’S POVI drove too fast, the tyres screaming around corners, the city nothing but streaks of light and noise. My hands shook on the wheel, eyes burning, chest so tight I could barely pull in air. All I could think about was Raymond. His arms, his voice. The way he always knew how to make the world feel less heavy.I needed him tonight more than I had ever needed anyone.When I finally skidded to a stop outside his Notting Hill townhouse, the security guy at the entrance recognised my car instantly and buzzed me straight through. I left the engine running, grabbed the two biggest suitcases from the back seat and practically ran up the steps.The door opened before I could knock.Raymond stood there in a loose silk shirt and sweatpants, hair still damp from a shower, those famous green eyes widening the second he saw my face “Alex? Baby, what happened?”I dropped the bags in his marble hallway and crashed into him, arms locking around his neck, face buried against his shoulder

ENID’S POV I tugged on a loose white cotton top and soft grey linen pants, the fabric cool against my skin after another sleepless night, then slid my feet into the hotel’s fluffy palm-tree slippers so my legs wouldn’t ache more than they already did.My laptop under my arm, my room key clenched in my fist, because I was done rotting in that suite. I needed light, I needed air, I needed anything that didn’t carry his scent or his silence.I grabbed the handle, yanked the door open, and stepped into the hallway.Bang.The door next to mine slammed shut so hard the walls shook. A second later the lock clicked like a gunshot. Whoever it was had just come in, furious, moving fast, and the sound of that slam scraped every nerve I had left raw.I knew that anger. I knew the way it poured out of a body without caring who heard.It seems exactly like.... someone I know.My stomach twisted, in disgust.I froze in the corridor, one slipper half off my heel, breath stuck somewhere between my l

Alexander’s POVI couldn’t sit in that suite any longer. The walls were closing in, the red numbers on my tablet mocking me, too. I needed to get out, to blast the silence with bass and booze until I couldn’t think anymore. The Grand Regent had a club downstairs, part of the hotel’s sprawling amenities—exclusive, overpriced, perfect for forgetting your life was imploding.But off course,I can't do this alone, I need a partner. I grabbed my phone and scrolled to Raymond’s number. We hadn’t talked since the day I left his house, but I know he was always up for a night out. He’d distract me, flirt shamelessly, make me feel wanted even if it was all bullshit. I hit call.It rang twice before he picked up. “Alex? Hey, baby. Didn’t expect to hear from you.”His voice was smooth, casual, like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t ghosted me after Dad’s meltdown. “Raymond. You free tonight? I’m at the Grand Regent. Club downstairs. Come join me—drinks on me.”A pause, and it became longer. “

Enid’s POVThe hallway was dead quiet except for the soft click of 1515’s door shutting behind me.I stood there for three full seconds, back pressed to the wood, breathing hard like I’d just run a marathon. Alex’s scent (whiskey, leather, and that stupidly expensive cologne he always wore) still clung to my hoodie. My pulse was a war drum in my ears. He was out cold, and he wouldn’t remember a thing tomorrow.Good, that was the plan.But the hotel cameras weren’t drunk. Every corridor on this floor had high-definition eyes, and I’d just carried the very recognisable Alexander Kane (blood on his lip, arm slung over my shoulder) straight from the elevator to his suite. By morning it's either Alex comes looking for it or the footage would be reviewed, clipped, sold to the highest tabloid bidder, and tomorrow’s headline would scream: “Disgraced Kane Heir Rescued by his financee – Lovers’ Reunion?”I wasn’t letting that happen.I rolled my shoulders, pulled the hood lower over my f