All Chapters of Married To My Nemesis: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

After making sure Tony was asleep, Daphne turned off the light and slipped out of the room.She made her way to Robert's study. The lights were still on indicating that he was still awake.When she entered, he was on the phone, his voice smooth and cutting. "…of course, I told you the allegations weren't true. But since you were so quick to pull out, consider our partnership terminated. Windsor Enterprise wants nothing to do with you now."He ended the call and smiled to himself."Robert."He looked up. "Shouldn't you be in bed, Daphne?""We need to talk." She stopped in front of his desk."About?" He didn't even pretend to care."The CEO position."Robert's expression didn't shift. "What about it?"Daphne's patience snapped. "Stop acting like I don't know what I'm talking about. Tony had the second-highest shares, but now you've let your son-in-law take that position without a second thought." Her voice rose. "What's going to happen to my son in the future?"Robert scoffed. "If Tony

Hermione stood by the door and watched Rhys's car speed away into the morning light.She let out a long sigh before turning and heading inside.Her birthday had been ruined just as she'd expected. But somehow, it had also caused a rift between her and Rhys. One she couldn't understand. One she didn't know how to fix.She greeted Eunice and some of the staff on her way up, offering brief smiles she didn't feel, then retreated to her room.The first thing she did was shower. She scrubbed herself like she was trying to wash away the Windsor mansion — the memories, the tension, the suffocating weight of her father's presence. When she finally stepped out, her skin was pink and her mind was clearer.She dressed casually: fitted pants, layered tops, a baseball cap, and dark shades.Then she checked the time.Rhys would be on his plane by now. He hadn't said exactly how long he'd be gone. He had said a few days, which could be

Hermione spent quite some time at Markus's villa reviewing business reports. After she'd sorted through everything she needed to, they said their goodbyes and she left.Instead of heading straight back to the mansion, she drove into the city. A relaxed expression softened her face. Knowing her plans were finally set in motion, she felt like a burden had been lifted from her shoulders.She let herself enjoy the hip-hop song playing through her speakers, even winding down the windows to let the air rush in.Soon, she parked in front of a popular café she'd discovered online. They were famous for their creative cakes, and Hermione had been wanting to try them for weeks.After her encounter with her father, she'd finally realized, or rather, concluded, that even after five years, Robert Windsor would never be satisfied with her. So why let him control what she ate or didn't eat? Why punish herself for his sake?She recalled Rose's words befor

After roughly thirty minutes in the shared suite, Hermione came to one unavoidable conclusion: Yvonne was very, very chatty. The girl couldn't stop talking. And for Hermione, it was a nightmare. It completely defeated the purpose of having a relaxing spa day. "...but you see, I wanted to branch the shop, but I couldn't go because of her persistence, and I just—" "Can you keep quiet?" Hermione snapped, yanking the cucumber slices off her eyes. Her face was caked in a clay mask, but she still sat up. "Excuse me?" Yvonne blinked. "You've been talking nonstop. I need to relax.” Yvonne sat up too. "This is my form of relaxation." "Well, it sucks. Be more considerate. Not everyone wants to hear about how your day went." Hermione's voice was flat. "Doesn't that just make you a horrible person?" "No. I just don't like hearing business that isn't mine."

Hermione sat and watched as Dean iced his nose. Thankfully, she hadn't broken it. "I'm really sorry," she apologized again. "It's fine." He set the ice pack down and glanced at Yvonne. Right now, the three of them were at his apartment. The place was barely furnished, just a few couches and a bed visible through his bedroom doorway. By the living room window sat a telescope facing outside, binoculars, and other questionable items. There were also empty noodle cups and snack wrappers on the floor. The place was a dump. Apparently, he'd rented the room specifically to be close to Yvonne's fashion show set. This was the closest he could find. He explained that he met Yvonne at the club where she used to work as a server. He'd tried asking her out but she had refused several times. ‘In what world did he think stalking was a better option?’ Hermione wondered to herself. But seeing as Yvonne wasn't running for the hills, more annoyed than genuinely scared, she figured there was more