Todos os capítulos de My Nemesis Became My Husband : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

It had been a month since the wedding of the year that never happened. A month since Neveah had walked down an aisle alone in front of hundreds of guests, announced that her groom had abandoned her, and then left the venue with her head held high as though her entire future hadn't just collapsed in front of everyone she knew. The tabloids had loved it. For about a week, her name had been everywhere. Billionaire Heiress Abandoned at the Altar. Bride's Groom Disappears Minutes Before Wedding. What Really Happened at Neveah Sterling's Wedding? There had been photographs, theories, anonymous sources, dramatic headlines, and people who had apparently never met her confidently explaining what kind of woman she was. Neveah had read exactly three articles before throwing her phone onto the sofa and deciding that the entire world could go to hell. After that, she stopped checking. She also stopped working. Her break had initially been planned for three weeks. Three weeks for her ho

Sebastian There were many things I was willing to tolerate in life. Bad weather, incompetent employees, family dinners that lasted three hours longer than necessary, and even my father's increasingly creative attempts to convince me that marriage was not a disease. What I was not willing to tolerate was another blind date. Unfortunately, that was exactly where I found myself on a Thursday evening, sitting across from a woman who had spent the last twenty minutes staring at my watch as though she was trying to calculate how many months of rent it could cover. Her name was Amelia. Or Amanda. I had stopped listening somewhere between her explanation of why she deserved to be treated like a princess and her subtle inquiry about whether my apartment had a private elevator. I was fairly certain it was Amelia, but there was a possibility I had mentally renamed her Expense Account Number Fourteen. It seemed more appropriate. The restaurant was one of those unnecessarily expensive places whe

NeveahI knew I had made a mistake the moment I stepped through the front door of my parents' house.Not because of anything dramatic. Nobody screamed. Nobody fainted. Nobody had prepared a surprise party with a giant banner reading CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR TERRIBLE DECISION. The house looked exactly as it always did—peaceful, elegant, ridiculously large, and warm in that way only a home you grew up in could be. The familiar smell of my mother's cooking drifted from the kitchen, classical music played softly somewhere in the background, and sunlight poured through the tall windows overlooking the garden.It was far too peaceful.That was the problem.Peaceful houses were dangerous when you were about to start an argument.I walked into the sitting room with my handbag still hanging from my shoulder and found my parents sitting together on the sofa. My mother was drinking tea while my father read something on his tablet. They looked so relaxed that I immediately became suspicious.My mo

Sebastian Neveah's company had always irritated me. Not because there was anything wrong with Sterling Holdings. Quite the opposite. It was an impressive company, efficiently run, aggressively profitable, and annoyingly successful. My problem was that Neveah had somehow managed to build a business empire that reflected her personality perfectly. Everything was polished, controlled, expensive, and arranged with such precise attention to detail that even the plants in the reception area looked as though they had been instructed not to disappoint anyone. I stepped through the glass doors just after noon and immediately noticed that the receptionist recognized me. Her eyes widened for half a second before she recovered. “Good afternoon, Mr. Blackwood.” “Good afternoon.” She glanced at the tablet in front of her. “Miss Sterling is expecting you.” “I assumed she was.” The receptionist smiled politely. “She said to send you directly to her office.” Of course she did. No escort.

Neveah The first time Sebastian Blackwood and I appeared in public as an engaged couple, there were cameras waiting for us. Not that I was surprised. Our engagement announcement had barely been released before every entertainment site, business magazine, gossip blog, and social media account seemed to have developed a sudden and passionate interest in our relationship. Apparently, two people from wealthy business families deciding to get married was more fascinating than anything else happening in the world. Personally, I thought it was ridiculous. We weren't even married yet, and people were already analyzing our body language. According to one article Olivia had sent me that morning, Sebastian and I had apparently been “secretly drawn to one another for years.” I had replied to her with one sentence. Delete this nonsense. She had responded with a laughing emoji. Now, as our car approached the entrance of the Sterling Foundation's annual business gala, I could a