All Chapters of My Nemesis Became My Husband : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

NEVEAHThe day before my wedding began with my mother calling me at seven in the morning.I knew it was her before I answered because very few people had the confidence to call me that early without first sending a message.I stared at the screen for several seconds, considered pretending I was asleep, then answered.“Hello?”“Good morning, darling.”That cheerful tone immediately made me suspicious.“Why are you calling this early?”“Because you have a busy day.”I sat up in bed.“I thought everything was finished.”“It is.”“Then what exactly is left?”There was a pause.“Quite a few things.”I closed my eyes.Of course.“Such as?”“Your final fitting. The rehearsal. Your hair appointment. The photographer's schedule. The ceremony programme. Your jewellery. The flowers have arrived, so you need to approve the final arrangement.”“Mum.”“And you need to come home early tonight.”“Why?”“Because you're getting married tomorrow.”I stared at the ceiling.That answer was becoming increa

NEVEAHThe first thing I noticed when I stepped through the doors was how quiet the room had become.Hundreds of people had been talking only moments earlier, yet the instant the doors opened, the conversations disappeared. Every face turned towards me, and for one brief, horrible second, I was reminded of my first wedding.The aisle.The guests.The waiting.The feeling of being watched.My fingers tightened slightly around my father's arm.He noticed.“You're all right,” he murmured.I nodded.This time was different.This time, I wasn't walking towards an empty altar.I wasn't walking towards someone who had already decided he wanted to leave.At the other end of the aisle stood Sebastian.Waiting.He was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, white shirt, and dark tie, his posture relaxed despite the number of eyes fixed on him. He looked exactly like the man who had spent the last few weeks arguing with me over menus, business proposals, honeymoon destinations and virtually

NEVEAH By the time we reached the suite where we had been given a few minutes to change, the wedding already felt strangely distant. It had only been minutes since we left the reception, yet the music, laughter and clinking glasses seemed to belong to another world. I stood in front of the mirror, staring at the woman reflected back at me. My wedding dress was gone, replaced by a comfortable cream blouse tucked into tailored trousers, a long dark coat waiting nearby and flat shoes that felt like the greatest invention mankind had ever produced. My hair was still styled from the ceremony, although several strands had escaped their carefully arranged position. I touched the simple gold bracelet on my wrist and let out a slow breath. Married. The thought had followed me throughout the entire day, but somehow it felt more real now that the room was quiet. There was no aisle, no priest, no guests, no photographer telling me to smile and no family member reminding me to stand properly.

NEVEAHBy the time the plane finally began its descent, I had stopped trying to guess where Sebastian had taken me. I had exhausted every reasonable possibility somewhere around hour nine and had eventually decided that the only explanation was that he had arranged for us to disappear from the planet altogether. When the captain announced our arrival, I opened my eyes properly and looked through the window. I expected to see the usual signs of a major destination—rows of buildings, highways, a sprawling city, perhaps even the unmistakable glow of a popular holiday resort. Instead, all I could see beneath the clouds was an expanse of deep green stretching towards a brilliant blue sea. Mountains rose out of the landscape in soft, dramatic slopes, covered almost entirely by thick forest, and tiny patches of pale sand appeared between the trees and the water. I stared at it for several seconds before turning towards Sebastian.“What is that?”He looked out of the window and then back at m

The first thing Neveah noticed after breakfast was how strange it felt to have nowhere to be.Back home, there was always something waiting for her. A meeting she had to attend, a report that needed reviewing, an email that could not possibly survive another hour without her attention, or Olivia reminding her that three people were waiting for decisions only she could make. Even on weekends, her mind rarely understood the meaning of rest. There was always another plan to make, another problem to solve, another person convinced that their problem had somehow become her problem. Here, there was nothing. No schedule had been handed to her. No driver was waiting. No phone call from either of their mothers had interrupted breakfast. Even Sebastian, who normally seemed incapable of leaving anything unplanned, had apparently decided that their first full day on the island would be completely unstructured.It should have made her uncomfortable.Instead, it was oddly peaceful.She sat on the t