Todos os capítulos de Reborn: Married to Your Greatest Enemy: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

RAYAI was still fighting with the clasp on my bracelet when Xavier let himself into my room without knocking, which I supposed I should have expected by now.He stopped in the doorway.I glanced up. He was watching me, quiet, saying nothing about it.I looked back down at the bracelet, still caught on the same clasp I'd been fighting for the last five minutes."This thing hates me," I muttered, mostly so I'd have something to say that wasn't about the fact that he was still standing there.He crossed the room without answering and held out his hand.I hesitated for half a second before giving him my wrist.His fingers worked the clasp with more patience than I expected from him. I watched his hands instead of his face, which felt safer, somehow."There," he said, when it finally closed."Thank you." I pulled my hand back and reached for my earrings instead."Apparently your staff know my measurements better than I do," I said, moving toward the mirror so I'd have something else to lo

RAYANobody slept much that night.By the time the sun came up, Xavier's legal team had already read through Victor's filing twice and were on their second pot of coffee in the dining room that had apparently become a war room sometime around three in the morning. I sat at the end of the table in yesterday's clothes, still not entirely sure what timeline my life was operating on anymore."It's thin," the lawyer with the steel-gray hair said, the same one who'd taken apart Dr. Nash's credentials in my boutique a week ago. "Undue influence claims require actual evidence of coercion. Right now he's got a fast marriage and a public breakdown. That's a narrative, not proof.""Narratives are Victor's specialty," I said."Then we make sure the judge sees documents instead of narrative." She slid a folder across the table. "Financial records showing Sinclair Gems was in genuine crisis before the marriage. Timeline of the psychiatric attack, thoroughly discredited. Medical opinion, if we need

RAYAThe door to the Ambassador Suite clicked shut, and the quiet inside felt heavy.The room was huge, high ceilings, floor-to-ceiling glass looking out over the Singapore skyline, plush cream carpet. My eyes went straight to the center of it anyway.One king-sized bed. It was massive, crisp white sheets, a dark silk duvet, and right now it looked absurdly small."I can take the couch," I said quickly, dropping my bag onto a side table.Xavier pulled his tie over his head and tossed it onto a chair, glancing at the sofa near the window. Leather, sleek, maybe five feet long."You're five-foot-six and exhausted. I'm six-three. I'm not fitting on that, and I'm not letting you sleep on leather when there's a bed ten feet away.""Xavier—""It's furniture, Raya. It doesn't bite." He pulled a t-shirt and sweatpants out of his suitcase. "Bathroom's yours first."I stood there a second, jaw tight, then grabbed my bag and went.When I came out, washed and changed, he was standing by the window

RAYAI left the Galleria two hours later, the backseat of Xavier's private Maybach filled to the brim with glossy, high-end shopping bags. For the first time in my life, I hadn't looked at a single price tag or felt the cold weight of guilt settling into my chest.When Ken carried the haul up to the suite, setting the boxes along the entryway wall, I kicked off my shoes and sank into the plush living room sofa. My feet were aching, my hair was a wild, windblown mess from the rides at Sentosa, and I couldn't stop the small, ridiculous smile pulling at my lips.I had actually had fun. Real, unscripted fun.The suite door chimed, and Xavier walked in.He was unbuttoning his suit jacket, tossing it over the back of an armchair before his eyes swept across the room, taking in the mountain of shopping bags before landing on me."Looks like you took my text literally," he said, his voice low and dry as he unknotted his dark tie."I did," I admitted, leaning my head back against the cushions

RAYAThe cabin of the jet was quiet, save for the steady, low hum of the engines as we crossed back into local airspace.Sixteen hours ago, I was walking along a warm beach in Singapore with wet hair, watching the city lights flicker across the water. Now, the tropical warmth felt like a distant dream, replaced by the cool, artificial air of the private cabin and the heavy reality waiting for us back home.Across the leather aisle, Xavier was back in his dark suit. His jacket was unbuttoned, his tie pulled straight, his face set in that familiar, unreadable stone as he reviewed files on a tablet.He hadn't raised his voice once since Nadia's call. He hadn't paced. When things went wrong, Xavier didn't explode. He went quieter instead, colder, harder to read.I stood up, stepping across the aisle, and set a fresh glass of water on his table. "You've been reading the same page for twenty minutes."Xavier didn't jump. His eyes rose slowly from the screen to meet mine. The harshness in hi