Married To My Enemy의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

Claire’s POVThe makeup artist took a step back as she admires her work, she looked proud as she did. “you look perfect and ready to go, Miss” she said as a small smile crept unto her face. I took a look at myself on the mirror and was also impressed by how much i have changed. My hair was style in a loose wave that fell down my shoulders, and the black dress hugged my body tightly, accentuating my curves.The dress was elegant yet daring, with a slit running up my leg. The deep red lipstick added a soft edge, making me look like the perfect bride-to-be for someone like Grey.Do i even want to be seen with him? Absolute fucking not!I picked up my purse and headed over to the parking lot, i was already a few minutes late, but i don’t think i give a fuck, after all, he always stood me up during occasions like this. As I stepped into the parking lot, my heels clicking against the pavement, I expected to find an empty space where Grey’s car should have been. It would have been typical of

Claire’s POV“I said Claire,” she repeated, her voice soft but firm. “Because that’s your real name, isn’t it?”My heart thudded painfully in my chest. I backed up a step.“I think you’re mistaken—”“I’m not,” Evelyn cut in smoothly. “Claire Moskvin Frederickson. Daughter of Frederick. I worked for your family once, a long time ago. You probably don’t remember. But I remember you.”I swallowed hard, my throat dry. She definitely wasn’t pretending it was a slip.“How long have you known?” I whispered.She shrugged gently, walking over to the now-bare bookshelf and tracing her fingers along the edge. “Since the moment I saw you walk through those doors. I worked for your mother, she was he kindest person i’ve ever met. And your father – he was a total jerk, a dickhead. I know you're not here to marry anyone—you’re here for revenge.”The room tilted a little.“You can’t tell anyone,” I blurted out, my voice hoarse. “Please.”Evelyn turned to face me fully now, her warm facade still intac

Claire’s POVI closed the door behind me with a sigh, the noise from dinner still ringing in my head.I hadn’t even made it to the closet before Grey walked in.He didn’t look at me at first. Just shrugged off his jacket and tossed it carelessly onto the couch, then unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt like this was any other night.Then came the snark.“Bold move out there,” he said. “Declaring interest in the family business like you weren’t just an outsider trying to marry her way in.”I turned slowly. “I’m not an outsider anymore, remember? In a few days, I’ll have your last name. I’ll be as ‘in’ as it gets.”He scoffed, the sound sharp. “You just signed yourself up for a war you can’t win. That little performance at the table? That didn’t impress anyone. Least of all Hannah.”I raised a brow. “is this a warning… or are you just scared?”That got his attention.Grey turned to face me fully, eyes cold and unreadable. “Scared?”“Yeah,” I said, stepping closer, lifting my chin. “Because

Claire’s POVMy head felt like it had been used as a drum in a rock band. Dull, heavy thuds pulsed behind my eyes as I slowly blinked into consciousness. The white ceiling above me was unfamiliar, but the faint scent of jasmine told me I was still in their house—my new prison.A soft clatter pulled my attention. Evelyn was seated by the nightstand, gently setting a tray of water, painkillers, and something herbal. Her kind eyes met mine, and she offered me a warm, motherly smile. “Good morning, sweetheart. How are you feeling?”I groaned, sitting up slowly “Like I got hit by a truck.”Evelyn chuckled softly, handing me the water. “You had a little too much to drink last night. Scared the life out of me when I found you passed out like that.”Drink? My brows furrowed as I took the glass, the memory hitting me like a slap.“I didn’t drink,” I muttered. “At least… not enough to black out. It was just a cocktail. Felix gave it to me, said it had less than fifteen percent alcohol.”Evelyn’

Claire’s POVGrey stared at me in confusion for a moment, i really wanted to say something to get myself out of this mess, but my brain couldn’t think of anything to say. Is this how i die? Just as i was about saying something, grey interrupted me“i almost forgot you were one of those refugees who worships Frederick for giving them a roof over their head – literally the barest minimum” he said nodding in realization, His tone was laced with quiet disgust, like he thought i was pathetic.Relief washed over me, i almost forgot i told him that i worked at as a maid at Frederick’s estate all my life.“although, i don’t really know him that much, i still think he’s a good…“why? Because he gave you and your family a place to stay within the estate while paying you peanuts and exploiting y’all?” he cut in glaring at me, the kind of stare you give to someone when you think they’re making no sense.“i never felt exploited” i said with an eye roll. Although, i don’t know how much my father pa