Married To My Billionaire Nemesis のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

EDEN The sun is barely up, and I’m already out here pretending that I’m not running from him. The man I’m somehow married to. My sandals slap against the damp path that winds away from the villa, down towards the private stretch of beach the brochure called “secluded paradise.” I tear open another protein bar and bite into it. The sweetness hits wrong. Everything hits wrong this morning. Last night replays in my head in vicious little flashes, and I groan in annoyance. I hate that I let him wreck me again. Worse, a part of me had enjoyed being wrecked by his big dick. Who doesn’t like big dicks? I chew harder and keep walking. The journal. That stupid pink notebook I left on the nightstand like an idiot. He was in the bedroom when I locked myself in the bathroom. I heard the door close behind him, but I didn’t hear him leave the room right away. He had time. Plenty of time. Did he open it? Of course he did. Hayden doesn’t respect boundaries. He bulldozes them and calls i

HAYDEN "Because I can't stop wanting you.” The words tumble out of me before I can cage them. Her eyes widen with shock, fury, and something softer. "I never wanted the contract," I snarl, stepping closer until her back hits the wall. "But the second your father made that offer, I didn't hesitate. Not for one goddamn second. Do you know why?" Her lips are parted, her cheeks flushed from the kiss we shared. "I have no fucking self-control, Mrs. Wolfe. You stole it from me." I slam my hands against the wall on either side of her head. "It irks me how every time you breathe near me I want to drop to my knees and beg for the forgiveness I don't deserve. I hate that I still remember exactly how you sounded when you came for me that night before prom, and I hate even more that I've jerked off to that memory more times than I can count since then." I really shouldn't have said that. But it's too late now, isn't it? She’s my priest and these are my filthy confession

EDEN Astrid doesn't even glance my way. She heads straight towards Hayden like I'm invisible, her white dress catching every light in the damn amusement park. Her perfume hits me, instantly causing my nose to itch. "Hayden," she says softly. "We need to talk. Alone." Hayden's hand is still wrapped around mine. For one stupid second I think he's going to drop it, walk towards her, and disappear into whatever history they have. Instead, he looks at me. I feel the question in his eyes before he asks it. And I flash him a smile. It's the same smile I gave the crowd when he was puking into a trash can. "Of course you do," I say, gesturing at Astrid. "No worries, Wolfie. You can share a cotton candy with Astrid. She looks like she could use something sweet." His fingers tighten around mine. "Eden—" "I'm leaving." I pull my hand out of his grip, ignoring the way his hand flexes towards me. "You two catch up. Have fun reminiscing. Don't let me interrupt." Astrid finall

EDEN I sit on a hard plastic chair that's probably seen more breakdowns than I have, my knees pressed together. The hospital's fluorescents are blinding, and I'm still jet lagged. I yawn, rubbing my eye. Across from me, Juliet's wheelchair is angled towards the double doors that lead to the surgical wing. She looks smaller under the harsh light, but her eyes are steady, watching Hayden the way only an older sister can. Hayden hasn't sat down once. He paces in front of the doors like a caged animal, one hand raking through his hair every few seconds, the other clenched so tight the knuckles are white. Every time a nurse in scrubs walks past, his head snaps up, his eyes wild with hope and terror. He looks like he's aged ten years since the phone call. The man who fucked me recklessly is gone. In his place is someone scared shitless, someone who might lose the last piece of his mother he has left. I've never seen him like this. Juliet reaches out when he passes her

HAYDEN Pain stabs through my chest. It's a crushing, suffocating pressure which I barely have time to register before my knees give out. The room spins, my vision narrowing. I hit the floor hard. And everything goes black. "Hayden!" Her voice snaps me back. Air floods my lungs in a loud gasp, my body jerking as if I've just been electrocuted. My heartbeat falters, then it hammers erratically against my ribs. Eden is hovering above me. Her face is pale, her eyes wide with panic, her hair falling loose around her shoulders. One hand is pressed flat against my chest, as though she's trying to check if I'm still alive. For a split second, I think I've died and this is some sick hallucination—her choosing to care after all that. "Hey," I rasp. My throat burns. "I'm—" Another wave of pain hits, and I groan. "You collapsed. You just—your eyes rolled back—" "I'm fine," I force out, even as my heart feels like it's misfiring inside me. "Just stood up too fast."