All Chapters of My Nemesis Became My Husband : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

NeveahFor once, our parents had listened to us.I was tempted to take a photograph of the evidence.The engagement party had turned out exactly the way Sebastian and I planned it. The private garden estate was beautiful without looking as though someone had declared war on subtlety. Warm lights were strung between the trees, small arrangements of white flowers decorated the tables, and comfortable chairs had been placed around the lawn for guests to sit and talk. There was no enormous stage, no fireworks, no celebrity performer, and no banquet table that looked capable of feeding an entire country. The food was excellent, but it was served normally, rather than presented in twelve separate courses by people wearing white gloves. Even our parents had shown unusual restraint with the guest list. They had added a few people, naturally, because apparently parents were physically incapable of accepting a guest list without making amendments, but the final number wasn't unreasonable.The e

NEVEAHThe next morning, I was back where I belonged.In my office.Behind my desk.With a cup of coffee beside me, three reports open on my computer, and absolutely no women standing around me holding dresses against my body and asking whether I preferred lace or embroidery.It was peaceful.Beautifully, gloriously peaceful.I had slept for nearly ten hours after getting home the previous night, which was impressive considering I had gone to bed with the vague intention of resting for thirty minutes. Apparently, my body had other plans. I had woken up feeling like I had been dragged through a marathon, but at least I was no longer thinking about wedding dresses.For the first time in days, I could concentrate on something that actually mattered.Business.I was halfway through reviewing a financial report when Olivia walked into my office carrying a folder and her tablet. She placed both on my desk with the expression of someone who was about to ruin my morning.I looked at the folde

Sebastian There were many things I expected to happen when I agreed to marry Neveah Sterling. Peace was not one of them. Neither was sitting across from her in a conference room, trying to convince a panel of executives that my company deserved the Westbridge project while she did everything possible to prove that it didn't. The meeting was being held at a neutral conference facility selected by the Westbridge development company. It was one of those polished business venues designed to make everyone feel equally important, with glass walls, expensive-looking furniture, discreet staff and enough coffee to keep an army of executives awake. Neither Sterling Holdings nor Blackwood Group had any advantage over the other, which was precisely the point. I arrived with my team shortly before nine. Neveah was already there. Of course she was. She stood near the front of the conference room speaking with one of her executives, tablet in hand, looking completely prepared. Her expressio

Neveah Leaving the wedding planning to our parents had seemed like an excellent idea. At the time. We had come to the conclusion the previous night after spending far too long discussing wedding dates, work schedules and everything else our parents had somehow managed to plan without consulting us. Sebastian and I had looked at each other across the dining table and reached the same conclusion. Let them handle it. We had companies to run. Westbridge was still an active competition. Our calendars were already ridiculous. And neither of us had any desire to spend our evenings discussing flowers, table linens or whether the candles should be ivory or cream. So we had surrendered. Unfortunately, our parents had apparently interpreted that surrender as permission to kidnap us whenever they needed an opinion. The first kidnapping happened three days later. I was in my office at Sterling Holdings, halfway through reviewing a contract, when my mother called. I stared at her name

NEVEAHBy the time my mother's call ended, I had developed a very strong opinion about honeymoons.They were unnecessary.Completely unnecessary.Marriage itself was already a sufficiently complicated arrangement. There was no reason to add travelling to another country, staying in an expensive hotel and being expected to enjoy several uninterrupted days in the company of the man I had spent half my life competing against.Unfortunately, my mother seemed to disagree.She had asked whether Sebastian and I had discussed a honeymoon with the same casual tone she might have used to ask whether I had chosen a cake flavour. When I admitted we hadn't, she laughed and told me we would discuss it properly when I came home tomorrow.Tomorrow.One week before my wedding.Apparently, my parents had only just remembered that after the ceremony, Sebastian and I would still have to exist somewhere together.I dropped my phone onto the kitchen island and stared at it.The wedding was already approach