Todos los capítulos de Vows of Rivals : Married to my Enemy : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

PART 1​The warehouse was a tomb of rusted steel and forgotten industry, located far enough from the city center that screams were merely lost echoes in the wind. Inside, the air was stagnant, thick with the suffocating scent of damp concrete and the metallic tang of fresh copper. On the floor, the man was a pathetic silhouette a mess of shallow breaths and involuntary tremors. His fingernails, broken and caked with filth, clawed uselessly at the grit of the floor as if trying to burrow into the earth itself.​"Ah... please... don't hit me again... Pl... please..."The plea was a ragged whisper, a sound born of pure, unadulterated terror. But in this room, mercy was a currency that had no value. "ZANE VICTOR BENNETT " watched with a detached coldness . He didn't see a human being on the floor; he saw a leak that needed to be plugged.​The iron rod came crashing down once more. A dull, sickening thud echoed through the high rafters, follo

PART 3Writer's POV :​The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, revealing the wide, polished hallway of the conference floor. This was where the high-stakes meetings happens​Victor hadn't given his son any details. The phone call had been short and cold: "Get to the conference hall now."​As Zane stepped out, his heart hammered against his ribs. He saw his father standing at the far end of the hall, deep in conversation. But Victor wasn't alone. He was talking to someone whose back was turned to the elevator.​The closer Zane walked, the more the stranger's silhouette began to look familiar. The sharp, expensive suit. The broad shoulders. That perfectly straight, confident posture that screamed authority. And then there was the voice calm, assertive, and annoyingly bold.Zane froze. The world seemed to tilt on its axis. His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, he forgot how to inhale. It was the one person he had tried to scrub from his memory with the fire of a thous

PART 5​The heavy clicking of heels against the marble floor announced her arrival before she even stepped through the door. The moment Olivia Benjamin entered the office, dressed in a sharp, charcoal-gray formal suit that screamed authority, the air in the room turned cold. Every employee instinctively stood up, their chairs scraping against the floor in a desperate rush to show respect.​"This office is a place of business, not a venue for idle gossip. What do you think this is… a public park?"​Olivia didn’t waste a second. Her voice sliced through the silence, sharp and demanding. The employees, who had been whispering moments before, now kept their heads bowed, not daring to meet her piercing gaze.​"Where is your team leader?" she snapped.​The mention of Emma sent a visible wave of fear through the group. They exchanged panicked glances, but no one wanted to be the one to speak.​"Are you all deaf ? I asked, where is Emma?"​"Uh... Emma ma'am... she... she’s on leave today, Ol

PART 7 The ticking of the watch on Ryan’s wrist sounded like a countdown in the quiet corner of the restaurant. He checked it for the tenth time in five minutes. Ryan was a man whose life was measured in spreadsheets and back-to-back meetings. Squeezing this encounter into his schedule had been a nightmare, yet here he was, sitting alone with a cold cup of water. ​"Someone who has zero sense of punctuality," Ryan muttered, his grip tightening on his phone. ​Another ten minutes crawled by. His patience, usually a sturdy wall, was crumbling into dust. He started to wonder if this was all a cruel joke. Had Zane invited him here just to make him wait? Just as Ryan pushed his chair back to leave, the heavy glass door of the cafe swung open. ​Zane walked in like he owned the air in the room. He looked casual,dangerously so with a full-sleeved shirt rolled up to his elbows and the top two buttons undone. He moved with a confident stride that seemed to ignore the fact that he

PART 9 ​The sleek black car slowed as it approached the gates of the Philip mansion. The stone walls were high, and the gardens were manicured to perfection, reflecting a level of wealth that was almost intimidating. Victor stepped out of the vehicle first. He paused for a second, straightening the lapels of his expensive wool jacket and taking a deep breath. Benjamin Philip was already waiting. Victor extended his hand, and Benjamin met it with a firm, warm handshake. The grip lasted a second longer than usual a silent acknowledgment of the years that had passed between them. ​“I hope we’re not late,” Victor said, his voice carrying its usual authority but softened by a hint of a smile. ​“Late? Please. Just get inside already!” Benjamin laughed, his booming voice echoing in the large driveway. He reached out and pulled Victor forward, clapping him on the shoulder. “Liz, bring them in! Don't let them stand in the cold.” Benjamin