All Chapters of Married To My Enemy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Claire’s POVThe air in Felix’s loft was warm, smelling of ozone and the slightly burnt popcorn he’d made, and I was losing horribly at whatever space shooter we were playing. Felix, usually the picture of chaos, was unnervingly focused, completely in the zone with the controller.There was something off about him today. He was quieter, almost… intense. When I’d caught his eye earlier, the playful energy I usually saw was replaced by a quick, deep flicker of something I couldn't name. I dismissed it as him just being annoyed about the fight with his mother and i hate to say but i kinda agree with her because i and grey got married hastily to divert the attention of the media just so he could run for the mayorship campaign, yet, here he was wasting his life away, playing video games everyday and bed rotting.But I had more pressing things than video game scores. The clock was ticking down to forty-nine days, and my stalker had not replied to my demand for a Plan B, i was the last person

Claire’s POVThe first thing I became aware of was warmth and the second was the heavy arm draped around my waist. My eyes snapped open and for one disoriented second, I didn’t recognize the room, the dark vaulted ceiling, the floor to ceiling windows, the expensive black marble fireplace across the room. Then memory hit me all at once. His hands, his voice against my ear, the way I had kissed him back like I’d completely lost my mind.Oh my God!I froze beneath the sheets, horror slowly crawling up my spine as I realized I was lying in Grey DeLuca’s bed after willingly having sex with the man who murdered my family. I wanted to evaporate. My face burned so hot I thought I might die from sheer embarrassment alone.What the hell is wrong with me?Carefully, painfully carefully, I lifted Grey’s arm off my waist and slid out of bed. He shifted slightly in his sleep but didn’t wake up. Thank God. I spotted my clothes scattered around the room and nearly wanted to throw myself into the oce

Grey’s POVThe heavy double doors of the ballroom had barely closed behind us, and I was already suffocating. Five minutes. That’s all it took.I’d stepped away to greet Luciano, an old friend I hadn't seen in months with the intention of keeping the conversation brief. But the moment my eyes drifted across the crowded room and landed on Leah, my chest tightened. A man was already there talking to her.It’s nothing, I told myself, forcing my attention back to Luciano. Just standard party small talk. But the lie was anything but convincing, I knew exactly how dangerous the men surrounding us were, and the sight of someone uninvited circling my wife made my pulse spike. I cut Luciano off mid-sentence, barely offering a muttered excuse before I left.I reached the table just as the bastard was about to take a seat."That’s his seat," I heard Leah say, her voice steady but tightly coiled.He ignored her, his fingers wrapping around the back of the chair, pulling it out anyway. The arrogan

Claire’s POVMy pulse was thrumming in my ears, a frantic, uneven rhythm that drowned out the hum of the house.I reached the door to Grey’s room, the metal handle cold against my palm. I stared at the wood, my hand trembling so violently that the knife felt like an anchor dragging me down. Do it. End it. Save yourself. The words were a mantra, but my feet were lead. I stood there, paralyzed by the sheer weight of the choice, my breath hitching as I realized I was shaking like a leaf."Don't just stand there in the dark, Leah. Come in."My heart stopped. His voice was rough, low, and terrifyingly close, despite the barrier between us. I froze, my throat clicking shut. Was he talking to me? How could he..."I can see your shadow under the door," he added, his tone tinged with a weary sort of amusement.The air rushed out of my lungs. He wasn't asleep. He hadn't been asleep this entire time. A cold, brutal realization washed over me. this was a waste of time because there was no way I c

Claire’s POVMy head was pounding. After two hours of fake smiles and shaking hands with people I had just seen for the very first time in my life, I needed out so i headed to the rooftop to go meet Felix. I pushed open the heavy door, the cool night air finally hitting my face. Felix was already there, hunched over a small table. There was a thin line of white powder laid out, a whiskey bottle sitting next to it. He jumped, his hand moving to cover the stash like he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar."Relax," I said, stepping into the light. "It’s just me."He exhaled, a jagged, shaky sound. "Fuck. I thought you were Grey coming here to judge me.""Hardly," I muttered, walking over to the edge. "What are you doing up here alone?""The party is a bore, and the people are even worse," he said, his voice unusually raspy. He stared at the powder for a second before looking up at me, his eyes glassy. "I needed a break from the noise.""If you’re constantly scared of getting ca