All Chapters of He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I stared at him in the dark, certain I'd misheard something that couldn't be true."What?""You heard me.""Say it again anyway.""The night I married you," he said slowly, "wasn't the night I started wanting you.""When?"He hesitated, which unnerved me more than the confession itself."Damien.""I heard you.""Then answer me."He admitted it, finally, that it had happened months before, before the engagement party, before I'd ever known his name existed as anything other than a signature on a document.That genuinely shocked me. I sat up slightly, pulling the sheet with me."How long before?""Six months. Maybe seven."I did the mental math without meaning to, tracing it back to a version of myself I barely recognized anymore."While I was still with Ethan?" I asked."Yes."Something in my chest tightened. I had spent years learning what it felt like to be someone's second thought while their attention drifted elsewhere. I did not want to discover I had been someone's secret first t

I woke to the smell of coffee and the low sound of Damien moving around downstairs, which felt astonishingly ordinary after everything we'd said to each other the night before.I found him in the kitchen, sleeves rolled, focused on something at the stove. I stood in the doorway a moment longer than necessary, just watching him.He glanced up. "Disciplined observation?""Am I not allowed to observe my own husband?""I'm your husband now," he said. "The restrictions have changed."I laughed, crossing the kitchen to steal a piece of toast off his plate. He didn't even look surprised anymore, just handed me a second piece before I could take his."You're anticipating my crimes now," I said."I'm adapting."He kissed me briefly on his way past, easy and unremarkable, the kind of kiss that didn't require a conversation about what it meant. I liked that almost as much as I'd liked the deeper ones. It felt like proof we were becoming something ordinary underneath everything extraordinary that

I changed three times, which was ridiculous for a man who had refused to tell me where we were going.By the time Damien came home I had settled on something simple and had also decided that information could be obtained through effort. I met him in the hallway, took his jacket off his arm, and kissed him with more attention than the moment strictly required."Where are we going?""Are you trying to extract information from me with affection?""No.""You kissed me and immediately asked where we're going.""Those events are unrelated.""Completely.""Entirely coincidental," I said. "You should be flattered, not suspicious."He looked more suspicious than flattered, and he still didn't tell me.He drove himself, which he almost never did. We left the glass and polish of the city behind and kept going, past neighbourhoods I didn't know, until the streets narrowed and the buildings got older. When he finally stopped, I looked out the window and understood nothing.It was not a restaurant.

I woke before he did, which almost never happened, and lay there for a moment just remembering.And tomorrow, I was going to show him.The decision hadn't softened overnight. If anything it felt steadier in the morning light, less like a thought and more like something I already knew the way I knew my own name.Damien woke and caught me watching him."You're staring again.""I'm allowed. The restrictions changed, remember?"That earned me a slow smile, and he reached for me the way he did most mornings, expecting an ordinary kiss before we got up and became people with schedules again.I didn't give him an ordinary kiss. I kissed him slower, and longer, and with an intention he felt immediately.He started to pull back. "We should get ready."I caught the front of his shirt and brought him back down. "We're going to be late.""You own the company.""You informed me recently that billionaires cannot simply cancel meetings.""I've reconsidered my position."We laughed against each other

I heard the front door before I heard him, and I was already moving before I'd decided to.I didn't pretend I'd been passing through the hallway. I didn't wait a polite few seconds to make it look accidental. I just went to him, and he barely had time to set his keys down before I reached him, tie already loosened from the drive, his jacket still on."You missed me," he said, clearly delighted with himself."I said three words. Don't build a monument.""I've waited months for those three words. Allow me a moment."I kissed him instead of answering, and there was nothing careful in it. Nothing checking whether I should. I knew exactly what wanting him felt like now, and it turned out knowing hadn't dulled anything. If anything it had given the wanting somewhere to go.He kissed me back immediately, one hand at the small of my back, and for a while neither of us said anything at all. I pressed closer, and he let me, and it should have felt like nothing more than desire.Then he slowed d