All Chapters of Married to My Enemy : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Elena didn’t answer.She stood in the doorway, staring at the contract as though it had dragged a ghost from the past into the room.Sienna’s pulse quickened.“Mum.”Elena finally looked at her.“I was hoping you would never see that.”“See what?”“The truth.”Nathaniel stepped closer.“Then tell us.”Elena’s eyes moved to him.“You weren’t supposed to be part of this.”Nathaniel’s expression hardened.“Apparently, I’ve been part of it since before I met Sienna.”Elena looked away.“Yes.”Sienna felt the room tilt beneath her.“You signed that contract.”“I did.”“Why?”Elena’s fingers tightened around the edge of the doorway.“Because your father asked me to.”“Arthur?”“Yes.”“Why would he ask you to sign a marriage contract between me and Nathaniel?”Elena closed her eyes.“Because he knew he was going to die.”Silence.Sienna’s throat tightened.“When?”“Three months before your wedding.”Nathaniel stared at her.“He knew?”“He knew someone was coming for him.”Sienna shook her he

The clapping continued.Slow.Deliberate.Sienna couldn’t see anything.The darkness pressed around them, broken only by the faint red glow of the emergency timer.00:37.Nathaniel’s hand found hers.“Stay close.”“I’m here.”Adrian’s voice came from somewhere behind them.“Nobody move.”A metallic click sounded.Then another.Weapons being loaded.Sienna’s heart slammed against her ribs.Cole whispered, “I’m sorry.”Nathaniel’s voice turned deadly.“What did you do?”“I brought him here.”“Who?”Cole didn’t answer.The clapping stopped.A man’s voice came from the darkness.“Enough.”The emergency lights flickered.One by one, the room illuminated.Sienna looked toward the entrance.A man stood there.Older.Elegant.Calm.The same man from the photograph.The man who had been standing beside Arthur and Elias twenty years ago.Sienna knew him.She had seen him at board meetings.At charity events.At family gatherings.He had stood beside her after her father’s funeral.He had offere

“Celeste.”The name left Elena’s lips like a confession.Sienna’s body went rigid.Nathaniel immediately moved in front of her.“Stay behind me.”A soft laugh came from the staircase.“You still do that.”Celeste appeared slowly, one hand resting against the railing.She looked untouched.No blood.No sign that she had just escaped a collapsing underground archive.Her gaze moved across the room before settling on Elena.“You really thought you could keep hiding?”Elena’s face had gone pale.“I wasn’t hiding.”“You were.”Celeste descended another step.“For twenty-four years.”Sienna stepped around Nathaniel.“What are you talking about?”Celeste looked at her.“Ask your mother.”“I am asking you.”Celeste smiled.“Then perhaps you should finally hear the truth from both of us.”Elena shook her head.“Don’t.”Celeste’s expression hardened.“Why?”“Afraid she’ll hate you?”Sienna looked at Elena.“Mum?”Elena’s eyes filled with tears.Celeste reached the bottom of the stairs.“Your mo

The call had ended.But the voice remained in Sienna’s head.Hello, little sister.She stared at the dark screen of her phone.No one spoke.Then the lights came back on.Elena was crying.Sienna looked at her.“You have a daughter.”Elena’s lips parted.“I didn’t know how to tell you.”“You knew she was alive?”“No.”Her voice broke.“I thought she was dead.”Sienna held up the photograph.“Then why did you say she’s alive?”“Because…”Elena looked at the little girl in the photograph.“I know that picture.”“When was it taken?”“Before I met your father.”Sienna’s heart pounded.“Who is she?”Elena swallowed.“Her name was Amelia.”“Was?”“That’s what I called her.”She lowered her gaze.“The people who took her gave her another name.”Nathaniel stepped closer.“Who took her?”Elena looked at him.“The Keepers.”Sienna’s fingers tightened around the photograph.“Why?”“Because they knew she was my weakness.”“And they used her against you.”Elena nodded.“Arthur spent years trying t

The old Hartley estate appeared through the darkness like a memory Sienna had spent years trying to forget.The gates stood open.That was the first thing she noticed.The second was the absence of lights.Her childhood home had always been bright, even at night. Her father hated dark hallways. He used to say a house should never feel like it was hiding something.Now every window was black.Nathaniel’s car slowed.“Nobody lives here,” Martin said through the communication system.Sienna stared at the house.“Someone does.”Amelia sat beside her, silent.Her fingers had not left Sienna’s since they arrived.“That’s where they kept you?”Amelia nodded.“Underground.”Sienna looked at the estate again.She remembered running through these halls as a child.Her father’s study.The library.The garden.She remembered none of the basement.“Why don’t I remember this place?”Amelia looked at her.“Because they didn’t want you to.”Nathaniel glanced at Sienna.“Stay with me.”“I will.”The c