All Chapters of MARRIED TO MY ARROGANT ENEMY: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ALEXANDER'S POVI took one last glance upward. The mansion stood like a silent monument against the darkening sky. On the balcony, Enid was just a silhouette, but even from this distance, the rigid line of his shoulders, the absolute stillness of his body, spoke volumes.There was no anger I could see, only a blank, impenetrable mask. But in my mind’s eye, I could picture the stern set of his jaw, the icy fire that would be boiling behind his eyes.Am I doing the right thing?The question was a dull, persistent ache in my chest as I turned away.“Hey, close the door, let’s leave!” Raymond’s voice cut through the thick silence inside the car, sharp with impatience.I flinched, my hand fumbling for the handle. The heavy door swung shut with a solid thud that felt like a period at the end of a sentence I hadn’t meant to write. Before I could even fasten my seatbelt, Raymond hit the accelerator. The powerful engine growled, and we surged forward, the mansion’s ornate gates.I twisted in m

ENID'S POV “Fuck.” The word was a low, sharp crack in the morning silence of my corner office. It's fucking 10:00 AM in the morning.Three hours. I’d been here for three goddamn hours, waiting for Alex the coke to work, I was willing the door to open, willing to let him resume work after all what he did, but if never happened.My skin felt too tight, too hot. I walked to the minibar, bypassed the whiskey, and grabbed a handful of ice from the bucket. The cubes were sharp and unforgiving against my palm. I shoved one into my mouth, letting the brutal cold shock my teeth, hoping it would shock some sense back into me. It didn’t.The memory of me holding me holding my phone up last night, waiting for him to reply my text.But he never replied. He kept it at READ but never reply Just as I was still gathering my thoughts, I heard a knock on the door. My heart slammed against my ribs, a wild, hopeful thing. Alex? That was the first name that came to mind mind. I was at the door before

ALEXANDER'S POV I’d made it this far—out of the building, across the crowded lobby, through the stifling silence of the elevator—but now, standing beside Raymond’s car, I was stuck. The air felt thick, hard to pull into my lungs. My conversation with Enid.... It replayed in a sickening loop behind my eyes. I’d expected coldness. Professional disdain. I’d braced for a fight, or an argument. What I hadn’t prepared for was his surrender. The way he’d just… taken it. Grabbed my offer without a single counter, without any of the shrewd negotiation I knew he was capable of. He’d agreed to my price, to my terms, with the numb finality of a man signing his own death warrant. Why? The question was a drill bit in my skull. Was it relief? Disgust? Had I finally become so pathetic he just wanted me gone? I fumbled with the door handle, pulled the door opened, then Slide into the driver’s seat. I collapsed against the leather, my head falling back with a dull thud. The scent of

ALEXANDER'S POV I woke with a grumbling emptiness that felt deeper than my stomach, a deep ache that had kept me company all night. My sleep was a jittery, star-strewn chaos—flashes of color and dizzying swirls behind my eyelids every time I tried to rest. My whole body felt light, unanchored, like I might float away if I didn’t cling to something solid.The persistent throb at my temple was a heavy, dull reminder of yesterday, but the hunger was sharper, more immediate. I didn’t think. I just moved, slipping out of the apartment without a sound, without telling Raymond. The thought of his reaction—that cold, assessing stare, the lecture on my weakness—was a heavier weight than my own hunger.The early morning air was a chill slap as I hurried to the convenience store a block away. The environment was still quiet, washed in a pale gray light. Inside, the fluorescent hum was the only sound. I grabbed a pack of cup noodles, my hands clumsy with a faint tremor. At the self-service cou

ENID'S POV SAME NIGHT 9:00Everything suddenly felt so clear, yet so painfully obvious. All this time the truth had been staring me in the face—clean, straightforward, right there in plain sight—but I had been too stubborn, too blinded by my own plans, to see it properly. I had misunderstood everything.That strange anonymous text from weeks ago hadn't just been a message. It had flipped a switch inside me. It awakened something sharp and urgent, with speed inside of me. I needed to move faster than ever before. I needed to cut through the mess, finish what I came here for, and finally claim what was mine. No more delays. No more distractions.The real reason I was in England had been pushed to the back of my mind for far too long. Revenge had consumed me, yes, but revenge wasn't the main goal—not anymore. And yet here I was, still tangled up with a boy who moved through life like he had all the time in the world. Alex, with his soft heart and his ridiculous belief in unconditional