All Chapters of Married To My Enemy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CLAIRE’S POVI was tired. My stomach hurt from sitting too long, and I hated myself for still waiting. The date didn’t even matter anymore. I just wanted to go home, to crawl into bed and forget this night ever happened. But Grey was inside that pub, buried in his world, and I couldn’t exactly drive off without him.I shifted in the passenger seat, pressing my knees together. I needed to use the bathroom, badly. It had been more than an hour. When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I sent him a text:“Are you coming soon?”i waited impatiently for his response until he finally read it but didn’t reply.That stung more than I cared to admit. what a jerk he wasI leaned my head against the glass, watching the neon buzz of the pub’s sign, the shadows moving in and out. The whole place looked wrong—sleazy, dangerous. The kind of place I swore I’d never step foot in.That’s when I noticed him.A figure, standing just beyond the headlights. Not moving, just… watching me. The glow of a phone lit u

Claire’s POVI slipped into the laundry room because nobody ever came here except Evelyn. Evelyn was folding towels at the counter, her back straight, movements calm.“Do you have a minute?” I asked, keeping my voice low.She turned, eyes scanning my face then her face brightens up in a smile. “For you? Always. What’s wrong?” “It’s… about him. The stalker I told you about.”Her hands froze mid-fold. And her smile dropped “What now?”I pulled out my phone. My fingers trembled, useless things, swiping through the pictures I wished I’d never seen. I held the screen out to her.Photos of me downstairs, on the balcony, sleeping. so close it felt like breathing on my skin.“I blocked him a while ago,” I whispered. “I thought that would be the end of it. But just last week...” My breath hitched. “That night I was grabbed off the street… that was him.”Evelyn’s eyes widened. “oh my goodness.”I nodded, swallowing the bile rising in my throat. “I don’t know how he got my number, or these pict

Claire’s POVThe air in the conference hall felt too crisp, too sharp against my skin. Maybe it was just me, maybe it was the nerves curling in my stomach. This was my first time attending one of Grey’s business meetings, and if I was being honest, I would’ve gladly stayed home. Things between us had been… weird.Ever since the dinner night, we’d hardly spoken. He’d tried, I’ll give him that. Little attempts here and there, comments over breakfast, questions that could’ve turned into conversations if I hadn’t shut them down. But I wasn’t ready to deal with him. Not yet.So here I was, walking into a room full of suits and polished shoes, with my pulse climbing my throat. My eyes scanned the hall until I spotted Reine. Sitting poised, as if she owned the damn place. Her eyes met mine, and she flashed me a smile that dripped with mockery. what the hell will this bitch say about me again during the meeting? whatever it was, i was definitely not in the mood for it.I rolled my eyes and ke

Claire’s POVI woke up with the taste of him in my mouth before I even opened my eyes; Scotch, smoke, and that stupid, infuriating need. It had been almost a week and the kiss still sat in my head like a stone I couldn’t swallow. Every morning I’d lie there and think: that wasn’t supposed to happen. I’m supposed to hate him. I’m supposed to want him dead. So why the hell did I kiss my enemy? Everyday, i do things that makes me hate myself even more and more, and i end up questioning if i am even the right person to get revenge and if i even have the capacity to hate anyone but myselfThe house felt quieter now that the family had gone, thank God. Grey and I were in separate rooms now, which should have been a relief. It was. Mostly. At least I didn’t wake up next to him and have to pretend my pulse hadn’t doubled when his breath hit my skin. I forced myself out of bed and tried to be practical: pour coffee, check the plan for the day, survive and literally do everything in my power to

Claire’s POVI picked up the knife. The cold metal was sharp, heavy, and sickeningly familiar in my palm. The entire world narrowed down to the training mat, the dull steel in my hand, and the man standing six feet away. Grey was waiting, relaxed, his eyes dark with a mix of anticipation and arrogance. He looked confidence as usual, so fucking unbothered and so sure of his skills and i am willing to do anything in my power to make sure he never gets to look at me with such confidence again.You want a fair fight, you bastard? I thought. This is less than fair. This is a goddamn execution.I didn’t wait. I moved, pushing off the mat with a surge of pure, vengeful energy. I lunged, aiming not for a fatal strike, not yet, but a desperate, ugly slash meant to draw blood and shatter that infuriating composure. i aimed directly at his kneck because that way, his chances of survival will be lower.Grey didn't even flinch.He moved impossibly fast. The moment my arm extended, he was inside my