All Chapters of My Nemesis Became My Husband : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

NEVEAHI woke the next morning with the unpleasant realisation that I had agreed to spend two hours on a boat with Sebastian Blackwood.It sounded harmless when I had agreed to it the previous afternoon. At the time, I had been sitting beneath a tree with wet hair, sand still clinging to my feet, and absolutely no intention of thinking beyond the next meal. Sebastian had shown me the list of activities available at the property, and somehow, after rejecting almost all of them, I had agreed to the boat trip.I blamed the island.There was something about Príncipe that made ordinary decisions feel less important than they should. Back home, I would have considered the price, the schedule, the weather, the people involved and at least three possible things that could go wrong before agreeing to something as simple as a boat ride. Here, the ocean was blue enough to make common sense temporarily optional.I glanced at the clock.9:47.“Damn it.”The boat was leaving at ten-thirty.I shower

SEBASTIANThe holiday was ending sooner than I expected.I realised it that morning while sitting on the terrace with a cup of coffee, staring at the stretch of ocean beyond the trees. Seven days had somehow passed without a board meeting, a financial report, a phone call demanding a decision, or someone from our families asking whether we had finally started behaving like a married couple. It had been seven days of beaches, long breakfasts, boat trips, arguments over absolutely unnecessary things, and one rather unwelcome reminder that privacy was apparently becoming a luxury even on a small island in the middle of nowhere.Across from me, Neveah was scrolling through her phone with an expression that suggested she was personally offended by whatever she was reading."Don't tell me you're working."She didn't look up. "I'm not.""You're staring at your emails.""I'm deleting them.""That's still work.""I'm deleting them because I'm not working."I considered that for a moment. "That

NEVEAH The first morning of being married and employed by my own company began with a fight over the bathroom. Not a serious one. Not even an argument worth remembering. Just Sebastian standing outside the bathroom door at seven in the morning with the irritating calmness of a man who had apparently forgotten that other people existed. I opened the door halfway. He was already dressed. Dark trousers. White shirt. Jacket folded over one arm. His hair was neat, his watch already fastened, and he looked irritatingly prepared for the day. "You've been in there for twenty minutes." I stared at him. "Good morning to you too." "I have a meeting at eight-thirty." "So do I." "Then we're both late." "I wasn't aware the bathroom belonged to you." "It doesn't." "Good." I closed the door. His voice came through it. "We have two bathrooms." "I know." "Then why are you using mine?" I opened the door again. "Because mine is being cleaned." He stared at me. "By whom?" "I don

NEVEAHThe first thing I learned about being married to Sebastian Blackwood was that marriage did not make him any less irritating.If anything, it had given him access to a whole new range of opportunities.He could now irritate me before breakfast, during breakfast, after breakfast and occasionally from another room without even speaking.This morning, for example, I was standing in the kitchen at seven-thirty, staring at the coffee machine with the expression of a woman who had been personally betrayed by modern technology.The machine was making a noise.Not a normal noise.A suspicious noise.I pressed the button again.Nothing happened.I pressed it a second time.The machine whirred, clicked and then stopped."Don't."I turned around.Sebastian stood in the doorway wearing dark trousers and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His hair was still slightly untidy, which was probably the closest he ever came to looking as though he'd been dragged unwillingly into

NEVEAHWinning Calderon should have made me feel satisfied.For approximately twelve hours, it did.Then I woke up the next morning with Westbridge sitting at the back of my mind like an unfinished argument.I had spent years learning that the easiest way to lose was to become comfortable after a victory. The moment you started celebrating yesterday's success, someone else was already preparing to take tomorrow's opportunity from you.Sebastian knew that too.Which was why, by eight-fifteen the following morning, I was already in my office reviewing the latest Westbridge figures.Olivia walked in carrying two coffees.She placed one beside me."Don't tell me you've been here since seven.""Six forty-five."She stared at me."What?""You won Calderon yesterday.""I remember.""And instead of sleeping in this morning, you're studying Westbridge.""Yes.""You really are incapable of resting."I picked up the coffee."You sound like my mother.""Your mother is probably right.""Don't enco