Semua Bab ENEMIES TO LOVERS: Bab 81 - Bab 90

The reception hall glowed like something pulled from a dream ,strings of golden lights draped from beam to beam, the soft hum of music curling through the air, and candles flickering inside jars wrapped in lace. Every table overflowed with flowers that smelled like summer and sunlight. Willow Creek hadn’t just shown up for their wedding… The whole town had transformed for it. Brielle stood near the entrance with her hand still tucked inside Jaxon’s, their wedding rings catching the light. She had barely taken a breath since the ceremony. Joy sat thick in her chest, warm and full and steadying, like her heart had finally come home. Jaxon leaned in, voice brushing warm against her ear. “You ready to celebrate being stuck with me forever?” She laughed, soft and breathless. “Pretty sure I’m the one stuck with you.” “Trust me,” he whispered, kissing the side of her temple, “I’m the lucky one.” A shiver slipped down her spine, the good kind, the kind she’d gotten used to ever since t

The sun crept gently into Jaxon’s bedroom, slipping through the thin curtains like it knew it was intruding on something sacred. Brielle stirred first, wrapped in warm sheets and the even warmer arms of her husband—her husband. The word alone made her cheeks flush before her eyes even opened. Jaxon was already awake, or at least half awake, pressed against her back, his arm draped over her waist like he was afraid she might float away if he let go. His breath brushed the top of her shoulder, slow and steady, so peaceful that she didn’t want to move. Not yet. She wiggled slightly, not enough to wake him, except of course, Jaxon was too attuned to her now. The second she took a fuller breath, he tightened his hold with a sleepy hum. “Mmm… good morning, Mrs. Reed,” he murmured against her skin. Oh, the way he said that. Brielle smiled with her eyes still closed. “You’ve been waiting all morning to say that, haven’t you?” “Probably,” he whispered, his lips brushing the curve of her

The sun had fully slipped beneath the horizon, leaving behind a melted ribbon of pink and gold stretching across the ocean like a blessing. The island had quieted into its nighttime hush soft waves, swaying palms, distant music carried by the breeze. Brielle and Jaxon walked back from the shoreline hand in hand, their footsteps leaving twin trails in the silky white sand. Every few steps, Jaxon would tug her closer, brushing his thumb over her palm as though he couldn’t quite believe she was here. His wife. His forever. She felt just as overwhelmed. The island lights flickered like fireflies, illuminating path after path lined with tropical flowers. Their private villa glowed warmly ahead, lanterns swaying gently. Brielle’s heart fluttered at the sight of it, they had already had one perfect evening, but something about this quiet walk back felt even more intimate. Jaxon glanced down at her, the glow reflecting in his eyes. “You’re quiet,” he murmured, squeezing her hand. “That us

The sun rose slow and golden over the island, painting the water in soft sheets of pink and amber. Brielle watched it through half closed eyes, still wrapped in Jaxon’s arms as he pressed a lazy kiss to her shoulder. Their last honeymoon morning. Their last island sunrise. And yet it felt like the beginning of something even sweeter. “We’re really doing the boat today?” she whispered, her voice warm from sleep. Jaxon tightened his arms around her waist. “Oh, we’re doing more than the boat.” He nuzzled her neck. “I promised you adventure.” “And heat,” she reminded, smiling against the pillow. “Sweetheart… with you, that’s automatic.” She laughed, soft and breathless, and turned to kiss him slow, deep, lingering. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t desperate. It was the kind of kiss that tasted like morning light and the knowing certainty that today would be unforgettable. When they finally pulled apart, Jaxon brushed hair from her cheek. “We should get ready,” he murmured, though neithe

The morning had started like any other, simple, calm, beautifully ordinary. Brielle kissed Jaxon goodbye in their kitchen before work, his hands warm on her waist, his lips brushing hers in that slow, lingering way he’d perfected since they got married. “Lunch together?” he asked, smiling into her hair. “Always.” She left his arms reluctantly, not wanting to break the moment. It’d been a month since the honeymoon, but he still looked at her like they’d married yesterday, full of adoration, devotion, and a heat that never seemed to fade. She walked into work still glowing from it. But an hour later, the glow dimmed. Her stomach twisted sharply as she leaned over her desk, eyes squeezing shut. A wave of nausea washed through her so sudden it stole her breath. Weird. She took a sip of water. Breathed slowly. It passed. Until it didn’t. Near lunchtime, her hands trembled as she packed her bag to head to the café. She’d barely gotten through the door before another wave hit stro