All Chapters of Vows of Rivals : Married to my Enemy : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

PART 11 ​The glass doors of the arrivals gate slid open,Adam had barely taken three steps into the terminal Before he could even brace himself, Jamie launched into the air like a missile.Adam staggered back as Jamie wrapped his arms tightly around his neck, his legs hooking firmly around Adam’s waist like a persistent koala. The impact forced a huff of air from Adam’s lungs. He could feel the eyes of dozens of travelers on them.some were smiling, while others were whispering and laughing at the sudden public display of affection. ​"Get down, you little devil!" Adam hissed, his face heating up. "I told you to get down. Jamie... people are staring!" ​Honestly, Adam had expected some kind of energetic greeting. But the way people stopped in their tracks to watch the scene gave Adam a heavy dose of second-hand embarrassment. ​"Let them stare, I don’t care," Jamie huffed against Adam’s shoulder, refusing to budge. He squeezed t

PART 13 ​The atmosphere in the grand hall was thick with the scent of expensive lilies and the stifling weight of expectation. High above, the crystal chandeliers trembled slightly as the heavy oak doors finally groaned open. ​“They’re here,” Adam announced. He stood to the side, eyes scanning the room to ensure every security detail was in place. ​On the raised marble platform, Zane stood waiting. He looked less like a groom and more like a king. He wore a dark, midnight-blue suit that caught the light with every impatient shift of his. His white shirt was crisp, the top button undone When he moved his hands, his gold cufflinks flashed a subtle reminder of the wealth and power that had bought this entire day. Then, there was Ryan. ​Ryan walked up the long, velvet aisle as if he had rehearsed every step a thousand times in a dark room. To the audience, he looked like a classic vision in his simple, well-tailored suit. His shoulders were pulled tight, and his eyes held po

PART 15 “Here?” Ryan leaned slightly closer to the file spread open on the glass table while Zane flipped through the pages carefully. “Yeah,” Zane replied, tapping one page with his finger. “Sign here. And the next page too.” The wedding reception had finally ended. Most of the guests had already left the hotel, and the loud celebration that filled the ballroom earlier had slowly faded into silence. Only a few hotel staff members were still moving around outside, cleaning up the decorations and empty tables. The three of them Zane, Ryan, and Adam had moved into the private resting lounge connected to the suite floor. The room still carried the leftover smell of alcohol, expensive perfumes Ryan quietly signed the documents one after another while Zane checked each page carefully beside him. “So,” Ryan said lazily while placing his signature on the final page, “exactly one year from today, instead of these papers, we’ll probably b

PART 17 ​The first few weeks of their shared life passed with a quiet, heavy tension. To an outsider, they looked like newly wedds enjoying their honeymoon phase, but the air inside the apartment was always thick with unspoken words. They spent their days stuck in a repetitive cycle a dance of avoidance and small, sharp stabs of conflict. ​They argued over the smallest things like whose turn it was to wash the dishes, the way the shoes were left near the door, or why the lights were still on at 2:00 AM. They blamed each other for every minor inconvenience, using anger as a shield to pretend they didn’t care about one another. ​ However, their lives were moving in two completely different directions. ​ Ryan spent his hours inside a quiet, air-conditioned office. Zane, on the other hand, lived a life defined by blood, iron, and the constant shadow of danger. ​Most nights, Zane would return home with some kind of mark on his skin,

PART 19 Olivia sat perfectly straight, her hands folded neatly on the mahogany table ​“Are you confident about this?” Benjamin asked, his voice deep and steady. He leaned back in his leather chair, his eyes narrowing as he studied his daughter. Benjamin was a man who didn’t believe in luck; he believed in results, and as the head of the Philip Group, his approval was everything ​Olivia didn’t blink. “Of course, Dad. I can assure you. The market research is solid, and the location is perfect. Philip Group needs this venture” ​The project was the talk of the office, it was the Philip Group’s first real step into the world of manufacturing. The entire idea, from the blueprints to the supply chain strategy, belonged to Olivia. In the family, it was a known fact, everything Olivia touched turned to gold. This venture was her brainchild, and she treated it with fierce protection ​“But if we want this to work smoothly,” Olivia co