All Chapters of Married To My Fiancé's Enemy : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The morning sun over Manhattan was unforgiving. It hit the windows of the St. Regis with a blinding glare that felt like an interrogation light. Lila stood in front of the vanity mirror, her movements mechanical. She was dressing for a funeral, even if the world thought she was dressing for a meeting. She chose a charcoal-grey suit, sharper than the blue one, colder. She looked like the Shark. But when she caught her own reflection in the eyes, she saw the girl who used to hide under Adrian’s sheets just to hear him breathe. "Mommy? Are we going to see the tall man again?" Aiden stood in the doorway of the bedroom, dressed in his little blazer and trousers. He looked like a miniature version of the man she was about to face. Lila knelt down, her heart breaking as she straightened his collar. "Yes, baby. We have to go talk to him. He’s... he’s a very important man." "Is he a king?" Aiden asked, tilting his head with that same arrogant curiosity Adrian possessed. "He acts like a

Dinner was a slow-motion crash of domestic tension. The dining room was too large, the ceiling too high, and the silence between the clinking of silver against china was deafening. Adrian sat at the head of the table, his presence commanding the entire room. He wasn't eating. He was watching. He watched the way Aiden held his fork, the exact same way he did. He watched the way the boy tilted his head when he was thinking. Every gesture was a mirror of himself, a living testament to the four years Lila had stolen. Lila sat opposite him, her back as straight as a blade. She pushed a piece of sea bass around her plate, her appetite non-existent. The "Elena" mask was cracked, and she could feel Adrian’s gaze peeling away the remaining layers of her skin. "He likes the crusts cut off," Lila said, her voice sounding small in the vast space. It was a peace offering, or perhaps a warning. Adrian didn’t blink. "I know. I noticed ten minutes ago." He turned his gaze to Aiden, his expr

By noon, the penthouse had completely shifted. The heavy, suffocating silence of the morning was replaced by a bustling, quiet efficiency that made Lila feel strange in her own skin. Two of Adrian’s personal security details had arrived, discreetly mapping out the exits, while a private chef moved through the kitchen, preparing a lunch that smelled of expensive white truffles and roasted chicken. It was an invasion of luxury, a total restructuring of her world without her consent, and the worst part was how easily Aiden was slipping into it. They sat at the large marble island in the kitchen. Aiden was perched on a leather stool that was too big for him, his small fingers wrapped around a silver fork. Adrian sat beside him, looking like a man settling into a role he had been denied for too long. He had changed into a dark cashmere sweater, his sleeves pushed up to reveal his heavily muscled forearms, that Lila couldn't stop staring at and remembering how it had pinned her down on t

The heavy double doors of the library didn't just open; they were flung wide with a violent, desperate force. Chris Vance stepped into the room, his eyes wild and bloodshot, his suit jacket wrinkled from the scuffle downstairs. He looked like a man who had rushed into a burning building to save something precious, but the moment his eyes landed on Lila, standing safe, right beside Adrian Sterling, he froze."Elena," Chris breathed, his voice a mix of profound relief and immediate alarm. He took a hasty step toward her, his hand extended. "Are you alright? What did he do to you? Come on, we're leaving. I have a car waiting downstairs, and the embassy is..""She’s not going anywhere, Kensington."Adrian didn't shout. His voice was a low, purr that carried the immovable weight of absolute certainty. He stood tall beside Lila, his arm sliding around her waist, possessing. Lila didn't pull away. Instead, her hand instinctively came up to rest flat against Adrian's chest, her fingers curli

The glass screen of the phone felt burning hot against Lila’s palm. She didn't look at Adrian. She couldn't. With her lower lip trembling and the sudden, stinging threat of tears blinding her vision, she turned on her heel and walked out of the kitchen. Her footsteps hits a frantic rhythm against the hardwood floor as she retreated down the long, echoing hallway toward the master bedroom, desperately trying to outrun the suffocating weight crashing down on her chest.Four years. The exact timeline of her exile. While she was scraping by in a drafty London flat, tracking every penny for groceries and holding a feverish newborn in the dead of winter, had he been drowning his grief in the arms of a Manhattan model?She slammed the heavy bedroom door shut, but before the latch could even click, a massive hand caught the edge of the wood.Adrian forced his way inside, his towering frame completely filling the doorway. The unshakeable, untouchable billionaire executive looked utterly fractu