Todos os capítulos de Married To My Billionaire Nemesis: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

EDEN I'm sitting behind my husband on the bed, my legs crossed in a lotus position a little while after our shower. Hayden is curled on his side, his head bowed so low that his hair curtains his face. The shower did ease the worst of the dizziness, but he's still trembling faintly. My hand moves in slow, steady circles over his bare back. Every time my palm glides over the raised bumps of old scars, I feel my throat tighten all over again. They're not neat little lines, they're messy and overlapping. I trace them without thinking. "Has the dizziness eased up?" I ask. He nods tiredly. I keep rubbing from his lower back up to the nape of his neck, then down again. His breathing is still strained, but it's steadier than it was ten minutes ago. He speaks after a long silence, his voice nearly inaudible. "Rachel must have given Dylan the video." I don't stop moving my hands. "Probably." He exhales through his nose. "I wonder what else he has." There's somet

EDEN "I didn't think you would show up with...popsicles," my husband says, his voice laced with subtle excitement. I can tell he's very, very happy to see me. I cover the distance between us, set my bag on his desk, and round the chair to his side. "Just wanted to surprise you." I slide onto his lap without asking, my legs draped sideways across his thighs, my arm looping loosely around his neck. He exhales like he's been holding his breath and wraps one arm around my waist, the other settling on my knee. I pull the popsicles out. The chocolate is already starting to melt at the edges. "Dark chocolate," I announce, holding his out. "Because you're dramatic and like things that taste expensive." He lets out a small laugh, takes it, and immediately bites off the tip. Chocolate smears the corner of his mouth. He doesn't wipe it. "Thank you," he whispers, his voice low. Then he lifts my free hand—the one not holding my own popsicle—and presses a soft kiss to my knuck

EDEN The little Italian place Ava loves is tucked between a dry cleaner and a nail salon. Fairy lights have been strung across the ceiling, there are red-checkered tablecloths, and there's a warm buttery smell that usually makes my mouth water. Tonight it just makes my stomach twist tighter. We're in the back corner booth, the one Ava always requests because it's "cozy and private." She's already ordered the truffle ravioli for both of us without asking, plus a bottle of Chianti which she's now pouring like it's water. She slides my glass towards me and leans forward on her elbows, her sunglasses pushed up into her hair, studying me like I'm a puzzle she's determined to solve. "Okay," she says. "Spill. You've been doing that thing where you stare at your phone like it personally insulted your mother. And don't give me the 'work thing' again. You're not even employed right now." I force out a laugh. It comes out hollow. "I'm fine, Ava. Really." She doesn't buy i

TW: This chapter contains mentions of assault, abuse and gore. EDEN The theatre is unnaturally quiet when I push through the heavy double doors. The entire place is empty. Except for him. Dylan is standing in the middle of the aisle, halfway down, his hands in the pockets of his dark jeans. He's wearing a black button-down rolled to the elbows, his hair pushed back, looking like he just stepped out of a cologne ad. In reality, he's in the middle of a blackmail scheme. When he sees me, he smiles. It's the same smile that used to make my stomach flip back in high school. Now it makes bile rise in my throat. He walks towards me with easy confidence, like we're only just meeting for a real date. "You came," he says softly. "I wasn't sure you would." I don't answer. I just stand there, clutching my phone so hard that the edges bite into my palm. My other hand is already fumbling for the recorder app. I've got it open, my thumb hovering over record. Dylan notices. H

EDEN "Dylan is the weak link. Rachel is careful, patient, and almost invisible. Dylan is sloppy, emotional and obsessed. If we break him, he'll give us Rachel on a silver platter. We'll get proof that he works with her." Hayden's arms tense around me. "No." I twist in his lap until I'm facing him fully. His hands automatically settle on my waist. "Hayden—" "I know exactly what you're thinking. I'm not letting that psycho anywhere near you again." His voice hardens. "Not alone. Not even for a second. I saw the way you looked when I found you in that theatre. You were shaking. You were sick. You were—" He stops. Hayden brushes my hair away from my face gently. "I can't do that again. I can't stand there and watch him put his hands on you and make you cry." His eyes are so bright. "I'll go," he says. "I'll meet him. I'll record it. I'll get him to confess. I'll—" "No." I cup his face with both hands. "You can't. He hates you more than he hates me. The second