All Chapters of Married To My Fiancé's Enemy : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Adrian had only been gone for five minutes when the silence in the West Wing started to feel wrong.Lila stood in the middle of the room, her heart still racing from the way he had looked at her before he left. He was going to his company, but he had looked at her like she was the only thing that actually mattered. It was confusing. It was frustrating. And it made her feel trapped.She needed air.Lila walked toward the large glass doors that led to the private balcony. She expected the guards to stop her. Adrian had promised her "top-tier" security, men who wouldn't let a fly pass without a background check.But when she looked into the hallway, the chairs were empty. The guards were gone.A cold shiver ran down her spine. Something is wrong.She pushed open the glass doors and stepped out. The humid New York night air hit her face, and for a second, she felt like she could breathe again. She leaned against the stone railing, looking down at the millions of lights below."You always

The silence in the West Wing was getting louder. For three days, Adrian hadn’t left the penthouse, and neither had Lila. Adrian was a ghost, hovering over security monitors, his jaw set so tight it looked like it might snap. He was obsessed with the breach, obsessed with the fact that Marcus had touched her, and obsessed with the reality that his fortress had holes he hadn't seen coming. He paced the floor like a caged panther, his silver eyes scanning data points that meant nothing to Lila but everything to his war.Lila was done. She was done with the "protection," done with the obsession, and done with the feeling of being a trophy hidden in a vault. Every time she looked at the reinforced glass, she saw the reflection of a woman she didn’t recognize—a woman who was letting the war swallow her whole."I’m going, Adrian. You can’t stop me," Lila said. Her voice was flat, final. She didn’t look at him as she threw a light sundress into a small leather overnight bag. She didn't pack

The farmhouse kitchen was a chaotic symphony of flour, frantic last-minute flower arrangements, and the high-pitched squeals of Sophie's daughter, Mia. Lila stood at the center of it, pinning a stray lock of hair back as she tried to balance a checklist and a steaming mug of tea. The morning of the rehearsal was always the most stressful, but today, there was a strange, grounding weight to the air."Lila, can you take her for a second? The caterer is on line two and the cake topper just snapped in half!" Sophie cried, thrusting the baby into Lila’s arms before disappearing into the pantry.Lila adjusted the infant against her hip, smiling as Mia reached for the silver pendant around her neck. She was about to head toward the porch when she saw him.Adrian was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame. He had traded his usual three-piece suit for a charcoal sweater with the sleeves pushed up, revealing the veins in his forearms. He looked less like a corporate titan and more l

Adrian stood by the idling SUV, his black wool coat draped over his shoulders like a shroud. He didn’t look at the rolling hills or the mist. He looked at his watch, his jaw set in a line of pure, impatient granite. Lila descended the porch stairs, her legs feeling like lead. She hadn't slept. The paper—the custody agreement—was tucked into the inner lining of her bag, a jagged blade pressed against her heart. She looked at Adrian, expecting a flicker of the man who had held her in the attic, the man who had marveled at a baby’s tiny hands. He didn't even turn his head. "You're three minutes late," Adrian said, his voice clipped and cold. "Miller, load the bags. We’re burning daylight." "Adrian," Lila said, her voice trembling. "Sophie is still asleep. I didn't even get to say goodbye." Adrian finally looked at her, but his eyes were like two coins of polished silver—flat and unreadable. He stepped toward her, his presence looming, forcing her to tilt her head back just to meet h

Lila stood in front of the mirror, staring at a woman she barely recognized. She didn't want anyone to dress her up today, she was doing it by herself. Her lipstick was a deep, aggressive red, the kind of color that said she didn’t care if she bled, as long as she won. Behind her, the memory of the night before hung heavy in the air. Adrian had been so quiet, so almost-human when he tucked her into bed. But the moment the sun came up, the "Titan" was back. He hadn't said a single word to her this morning. No "good morning," no "how are you feeling?" Just a look at his watch and a nod toward the door.. and the truth and questions she needed answers too are still heavy on her mind. "Another show, another moment to appear as the perfect wife even when the inside is caving in" Lila whispered, smoothing the front of her charcoal-gray suit. It was tight in all the right places, making her feel more like a weapon than a wife. She walked into the foyer where Adrian was waiting. He was