All Chapters of I Married My Enemy to Destroy Him: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The first time Seraphina saw Victor Hale in person after years of chasing his name, she understood why powerful men feared him.He wasn’t loud.He didn’t command attention with raised voices or extravagant gestures.He simply existed, and the room bent around him.From the balcony overlooking the grand charity gala, Seraphina watched him move through the sea of guests dressed in black tuxedos and glittering gowns. Every smile he offered was perfectly measured. Every handshake lasted exactly long enough. Every person who approached him seemed eager to earn his approval.It made her skin crawl.“He always smiles before he destroys someone.”Lucien’s deep voice came quietly from behind her.She didn’t turn.“You’ve seen him do it?”“I’ve survived it.”Those four words settled heavily between them.Seraphina wrapped her fingers around the stem of her champagne glass, though she hadn’t taken a single sip.“So that’s Victor Hale.”Lucien stepped beside her, keeping a respectable distance.F

Seraphina stood alone in the archive room beneath the abandoned Virelli warehouse, the cold fluorescent lights humming overhead. Dust drifted through the stale air, disturbed only by her footsteps as she moved deeper between towering shelves filled with forgotten boxes.Nothing about this place felt accidental.Lucien had insisted the warehouse had been emptied years ago, yet someone had maintained the electricity, the security system, and the climate controls. Whoever had hidden these records wanted them preserved.Not destroyed.Preserved.She stopped before a steel cabinet secured with an old mechanical lock. It was different from the others—newer, cleaner, almost untouched by time.Matteo crossed his arms beside her.“This cabinet wasn’t listed on any inventory.”“It doesn’t belong here,” Seraphina murmured.“No.”She traced her fingertips across the metal surface before noticing a faded symbol engraved near the handle.A black circle.Inside it…A single silver raven.Her heartbe

The rain had not stopped since dawn.It drummed steadily against the tall windows of Lucien’s estate, turning the gardens into a blur of silver and shadow. Seraphina stood in the library with the surveillance photograph clutched tightly in her hands. She had spent the entire night staring at it, searching for details she had somehow missed before.Her father stood beneath the entrance of an old stone church, his expression tense as he spoke to someone hidden by the angle of the camera.Someone important.Someone the photographer had deliberately concealed.“You haven’t slept.”Lucien’s voice broke the silence.She didn’t turn around.“I was busy discovering that every memory I have of my father might be a lie.”His footsteps echoed softly across the wooden floor until he stopped beside her.“What are you looking at?”“You already know.”She finally faced him, holding out the photograph.“This meeting.”His eyes settled on the faded image.“I know it.”“You never told me about it.”“Yo

The rain had finally stopped, but the air around the Virelli estate still carried the scent of wet earth and lingering danger.Seraphina stood alone on the balcony outside her room, her fingers wrapped around the cold stone railing. Sleep had become a stranger. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the surveillance photographs, her father’s signature, Lucien’s unreadable face, and the words Matteo had spoken.You’re the third woman he brought here.Those words refused to leave her.The balcony door slid open behind her.“I thought I’d find you here.”She didn’t have to turn to recognise the voice.Adrian Cross.He stepped onto the balcony carrying two cups of coffee, dressed in a charcoal coat that somehow looked untouched by the night’s rain.“I didn’t invite you,” Seraphina said.“You didn’t have to.”He extended one of the cups toward her.After a moment’s hesitation, she accepted it.“You know,” Adrian said softly, “you’ve always taken your coffee without sugar.”Her eyes narrow

Seraphina woke with a gasp.Her heart hammered violently against her ribs, and cold sweat clung to the back of her neck. The room was still dark, the heavy curtains blocking the first light of dawn. For several seconds, she couldn’t separate the dream from reality.She had seen a little girl.The child had been laughing as she ran through a garden filled with white roses.Her own laughter.Then a man knelt in front of her.His face remained hidden in shadows, but his voice echoed clearly.“Remember this place, little star. One day they’ll try to take it away from you.”She reached for him.Before her tiny fingers touched his hand—Everything burst into flames.Seraphina sat upright in bed, struggling to breathe.“No…”She pressed trembling fingers against her temple.It had felt real.Too real.Yet she had no memory of a garden.No memory of anyone calling her little star.The bedroom door opened softly.Lucien stepped inside carrying a cup of coffee.The moment he saw her expression,