All Chapters of He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"The house security system," Damien said. "Entry logs. Internal access records. They'll show exactly when you arrived home and how long you stayed."Claire looked between us. "That could independently support your account.""Your team should not simply hand over selected records," Damien added, before anyone could suggest it. "Request them formally, through counsel. I don't want anything that looks arranged."I noticed it again, the way he kept choosing the harder path instead of the easier one his own power could have bought him."It won't explain how her credentials were used," Claire said. "But it's a start."That was enough for now. I felt the weight of the day settle into my shoulders as we left the building together.The drive home was quiet in a way that felt different from all the silences that had come before it. I found myself watching Damien instead of staring out the window. His tie hung loose around his collar. One sleeve had come partially undone. His hand rested on the

I arrived at Stage Zero still thinking about a cheek kiss."Olivia." Claire looked at me expectantly. "Did you hear what I said?""Sorry. What was that?"She repeated the update, and I made myself focus, embarrassed that a survivor of public humiliation, family betrayal, and Ethan Vale's entire existence was currently distracted by the memory of her husband looking at her mouth.The independent records strongly supported my alibi, Claire said. The technical review would continue, since someone had still used my credentials. I remained restricted from anything touching Ava. All of that was expected.Then Claire mentioned something new."Ethan's lawyers have requested a formal meeting concerning his accusations. You're not required to attend. But since some of it concerns you directly, you may be present, with counsel, if you choose."I chose to attend. Not out of recklessness. I was simply tired of hiding from him while he shaped the story about who I was.Ethan arrived with his lawyer

I changed out of my dress and tried to read. I gave up after the same paragraph three times. I drank water I didn't want.I had spent months waiting for Damien to prove what he wanted from me. Tonight, the person who needed to prove something was me.I found him in his study, cufflinks already removed, sleeves rolled, a document open in front of him that he clearly wasn't reading either.He looked up. "Is everything all right?""Yes." A beat. "That's why I'm here."He set the papers down."You asked me what I was choosing," I said. "You said me.""I meant it."His breathing changed. His fingers curled once at his side. His gaze dropped to my mouth, then returned to my eyes.He didn't move toward me.I understood he was still waiting for me to be the one who decided.I crossed the room. I touched his tie, then his jaw, and rose onto my toes to kiss him.The contact was brief. He went still, so still I pulled back to look at him."Olivia?" he asked quietly."I didn't miss this time," I

I changed my outfit twice, then felt ridiculous about it.I had dressed beside Damien for galas, foundation events, family confrontations, board meetings dressed as celebrations. This should not have felt harder than any of that. There was no audience tonight. No Ethan. No cameras. No reason to perform being Damien Black's wife.I caught myself wondering whether he would like the dress I finally chose, and the thought stopped me cold. Months ago I had dressed to survive rooms. Tonight I wanted one particular man to look at me.He was already waiting when I came downstairs. He looked at me and lost his train of thought entirely."You changed," he said."How do you know?""I saw the first dress.""You weren't supposed to.""I have eyes." A pause. "I liked that one."My face fell slightly."I like this one more," he added.He didn't take me anywhere extravagant. I braced myself for something absurd, a private jet, a restaurant emptied for the evening, and instead he took me somewhere qui

I was staring at the same paragraph of a donor report for the third time when Claire finally noticed."You're smiling at a budget," she said.I looked down and realized she was right. "I like numbers.""You hate budgets."I closed the document, unable to argue with that. "Apparently I'm having a good morning."I couldn't stop thinking about it, tonight, don't go back to your room, and my own answer trailing after it like something I'd already promised myself. I knew what I would say if he asked again. That certainty frightened me more than the invitation itself had.Claire had genuine news for me before lunch. The independent review had established, with reasonable confidence, that I hadn't personally created the suspicious document. My credentials appeared to have been compromised through an authenticated session, though who had done it remained unknown. Once the formal findings were completed, there would be no investigative reason for my broader restrictions to continue, beyond my