Semua Bab Married To My Billionaire Nemesis: Bab 1 - Bab 7

EDEN No way. I forgot my wallet. What the hell, Eden? I’m already ten minutes late for a high school reunion I’ve been stressing over for the last three months. Three freaking months! Damnit! Annoyance burns hot in my chest as I reverse and speed back towards my apartment, which is at least ten blocks away. Tonight is an opportunity to convince myself that I am indeed an accomplished adult. But apparently, the universe has other plans. Because the moment I reach my apartment door, I notice it. The door’s open. Every nerve in my body goes still. My brain does this stupid thing where it tries to rationalize. Maybe I forgot to close it properly? Maybe the wind jerked it open? Except I strongly remember locking it. Or maybe… Alex, my boyfriend, decided to pop in. We live here together after all. No, wait. He’s supposed to be miles away in Tokyo for a business meeting. I grip my umbrella tighter. I’m already late. Why is this happening now? Slowly, I inch forward, like I'm

EDEN There are moments in life when your soul just... leaves your body. Mine is currently floating above the hospital bed, waving a little white flag. "Dad," I say slowly. "You're saying—and please, for my own sanity, say I'm hallucinating—that I'm supposed to marry Hayden Wolfe." He nods, utterly calm. "Okay," I breathe, pressing my fingers to my temples. "Let me just process this. You're in the hospital, you've scared ten years off my life, and now you're trying to sell me off to my high school nemesis?" "Don't exaggerate," Mom says from the corner, dabbing her eyes. "It's not selling. This is... mutually beneficial." I turn to look at her. "Mutually beneficial for whom? Because I can't see a single benefit unless you count lifelong trauma as one." Dad sighs, looking every bit the tragic hero of his own telenovela. "Our company's in trouble, Eden." That shuts me up. “What do you mean...trouble?" He looks at Mom, and she hesitates before whispering, "We're... in deb

HAYDEN I hate her. I hate her for making me feel like this. For putting me in a position where I want her, even though I betrayed her. Even though I've spent years convincing myself that I'm untouchable, unbroken, and unfeeling. I hate her because I can't stop looking at her. I hate her for how she's made me question everything I thought I knew about control. About power. About myself. But most of all... I hate that I can't hate her enough. When my grandmother, queen of the Wolfe conglomerate had threatened to make me step down from my position if I didn't end my 'playboy ways', I'd been beyond pissed. I hadn't been able to feel anything for any woman not since Eden. But fate did its thing and brought a platter of gold on my table when Eden's father visited that night. My bride stops in front of me now, close enough that I can smell her sweet perfume. Her lips twitch into the faintest, fakest smile for the cameras, but I can feel her rage underneath it. The night of the bet

EDEN The private jet smells like leather and the faint, maddening trace of Hayden's cologne that's somehow followed me onto this floating prison. I chose the seat farthest from him, sitting with my legs crossed seductively. He's up front, sprawled in the cream leather recliner with his sunglasses on. The muscles in his jaw twitch as he pretends to read something on his tablet while his thumb taps an impatient rhythm against the armrest.I know he's watching me.I feel it like a physical touch, sliding over my bare legs and lingering on the hem of my white sundress. The dress I picked specifically because it's short enough to make him remember every inch he used to claim and long enough to remind him he doesn't get to anymore.Two weeks.Two entire weeks trapped with him on some private island Grandma Wolfe probably bought just to torture us both. I open my journal on my lap, flip to the "60 DAYS OF HELL" page, and add a new line in black ink: Day 1: Make him reme