Todos los capítulos de Wife on Paper, Enemy in Bed: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

“The controlling shares are subject to the transfer agreement. If your father doesn’t survive, they will be transferred to Alejandro Martinez,” the De’ Armas family lawyer, Mr. Hayes, said.Montserrat tapped her foot impatiently, her chin resting against her hand.“How long has this been in place?” she asked, her eyes narrowing as she glanced toward the room where her father remained in critical condition.“For a while now.”“Besides Alejandro Martinez, is anyone else aware of this?” she asked.“I doubt Aaron was told,” Isabella managed to say, her voice strained. “Why on earth would Eduardo do such a thing?”“Our debts were piling up,” Montserrat said quietly. “I’m sure it bothered him, which left him with no other choice.”“None of the Martinez family should hear that Eduardo is sick. I think it’s best to keep this between us for now,” Isabella said.Montserrat frowned. “Aaron knows.”Her mother stared at her. “He knows?”“I don't think it matters if they know that Father is sick. I

Montserrat stood before the mirror, adjusting the straps of her dress as she prepared to leave for the hospital. She had barely finished fixing her hair when a knock sounded against the door.Before she could answer, Aaron shoved his head through the slightly open doorway.“May I come in?”“You might as well, since your head is already halfway in,” Montserrat muttered. “Do you need anything?”She turned back toward the mirror, trying to finish zipping her dress.“Not exactly, but it does seem like you're heading to the hospital,” Aaron replied, stepping farther into the room. “Your father... How is he coping?”“He's doing well.”Montserrat continued struggling with the zipper, pulling at it several times without success.Aaron noticed.“Let me help you with that.”He moved closer, reaching for the zipper. His fingers briefly brushed against the back of her shoulder as he tried to get a better hold of it, and Montserrat paused for a moment before looking at him through the mirror.“Are

Aaron entered Alejandro’s study.“Today must not be a good day if this is where it is headed.”Alejandro looked up from the documents on his desk, his expression unreadable.“Sit down and stop complaining.”Aaron dragged his feet across the room until he was seated on the chair rather than settling properly into it.“If it’s another lecture to tell me about Victoria’s choices and why her and Sofia are allowed to be with whoever they want, I totally understand.”“This has nothing to do with your sisters,” Alejandro’s words came out cold and measured. “I already told you the wedding is not happening, nor is the marriage.”“I know how you are. You can choose to change your mind by morning tomorrow. It would be best if we discussed the tracker instead and let the wedding be.”Alejandro leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing.“Eduardo is seriously ill, and right now the De’Armas company is in a precarious position.”“So? You knew this when you went along with the contract. I’m not bu

The following morning, Montserrat was seated at the dining table, going through most of the documents she had brought home from work. She had barely looked up from the papers since breakfast, completely absorbed in everything that needed her attention.It was almost noon when she heard footsteps coming down the stairs.“Are you seriously still working?” Aaron asked, coming down the stairs, his hair slightly messy and his shirt casually thrown over his shoulders.“I have to. My father's company is in trouble, and since he is still recovering, I have to be the one to step in,” she explained.“You know, I've never actually asked you this.” Aaron slipped into a free chair beside her. “Don't you have any brothers? Except for Lana, I haven't heard about any others.”Montserrat was stunned that he had asked. He hadn't exactly been involved in her personal life, and for the longest time, he had very much been keeping his distance.It must be because of the marriage agreement. He is making thi

When they arrived, Montserrat quickly reached for her charger and plugged in her phone. She didn't wait for it to charge fully before turning it on.The notifications flooded her screen the moment she unlocked it, along with a string of missed calls.Nineteen missed calls.All from her mum.Her brows pulled together.There were also several messages from her lawyers, her assistant, and Camille.A knot formed in her stomach as she scrolled. Unease crawled up her spine.“Is there something wrong?”Montserrat jumped.“You scared me.” The breath she let out shook. “It's my mum. She called me several times while my phone was switched off.”Aaron glanced at the screen.“Then you should probably call her back.”She quickly tapped her mother's name and pressed the phone to her ear, stepping away from Aaron to collect herself.Her mother answered on the first ring.“Where have you been, Mon?” her mother demanded, her voice strained with worry.“I went out with—”“Your father is in critical con