All Chapters of Beg no more married to his enemy : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 1: Elena’s POVThe air inside the Civil Affairs Bureau was heavy and suffocating, smelling of old paperwork, harsh cleaning chemicals, and bad coffee.I stood at the polished wooden counter, my eyes fixed on the two official forms resting side by side. The clerk behind the glass partition stamped a yellow document with a thud, then slid the papers toward us without looking up."There is a mandatory five-day cooling-off period," the clerk announced, her voice dull and rehearsed. "If both parties still wish to proceed with the divorce after five days have passed, the final procedures will be completed."Before the clerk could even finish her sentence, Damian stepped forward. He reached out, his long fingers locking tightly around my chin, forcing my face up so I had no choice but to meet his gaze. His dark eyes were bloodshot, and his breath smelled faintly of expensive whiskey."Come on," Damian whispered coldly, his thumb pressing harshly against my jaw. "Don’t bother acting p

Chapter 3: Elena’s POVWith only four days left until the divorce, I was back at the house, searching every room for the project files my mother had left behind.I pulled open the drawers in the study, flipped through stacks of old folders, and checked the back of every shelf. Nothing. She had dedicated years of her life to that music project before her death, and I knew Damian had locked the documents away somewhere in this house.Just as I shut the bottom drawer of the desk, heavy footsteps echoed behind me."Looking for these?"I turned around to see Damian standing in the doorway, his suit jacket unbuttoned. Chloe was wrapped around his arm, leaning her head against his shoulder with a triumphant smile on her face. Damian was holding a thick black folder in his hand—my mother's project files."Give those to me, Damian," I said, stepping forward. "You have no right to keep her work."Damian casually slid the folder into his inner coat pocket and pulled Chloe closer. "Stop searching

Chapter 5: Elena’s POVOnly three days remained until the divorce. Three days, and I would be completely free of these people.I took a deep breath outside the venue, reminding myself of what was at stake, then pushed open the doors and went inside to demand the document from Damian.When I reached him, he barely glanced at me. "Wait," he said cold, dismissive. "The real show hasn't even started yet."Moments later, a crowd gathered around Chloe, presenting her with an array of lavish gifts—expensive jewelry, luxury cars, and real estate deeds—all of which were paid for by Damian.Damian grabbed me firmly by the arm and pulled me closer, leaning down to whisper, "See that? All of this was supposed to be yours. If you beg me, I might still reconsider."I shook off his grip instantly, my face cold. "Return the project document immediately."Chloe stepped up, scoffing as she looked me up and down. "It’s just a project document. It’s my birthday—can’t you show some manners? You ill-bred w

Chapter 7: Elena’s POV​Damian stood frozen on the bottom step of the grand marble staircase, his eyes wide and bloodshot. The crumpled divorce paper was still clutched tightly in his right hand, the edges tearing under his fingers.​"C-Carter...?" Damian’s voice cracked, all the arrogance draining out of him as he looked back and forth between Carter’s broad frame and the heavy diamond ring on my left hand. "What are you doing with my wife?!"​Carter didn't back down. He stood a step above Damian, his height completely blocking me from Damian’s view.​"I already told you once, Mr. Blackwell," Carter said, his voice quiet, steady, and cold. "She is no longer your wife. The paper in your hand proves that. Take one more step up these stairs, and my security team will throw you out."​Damian’s jaw twitched. He leaned past Carter’s shoulder, staring right at me with a mix of fury and disbelief. Seven years of having complete control over me had vanished in a single afternoon, and he could

Chapter 9: Elena’s POV​I stared at the unknown number on my phone screen, reading the text three times.​Carter's company has been quietly buying up debt linked to your mother's old studio... He married you because he's coming for the rest of her catalogue.​My stomach tightened, but I didn't let my mind spin into a panic. Seven years with Damian had taught me one thing: whenever he was about to lose control, he tried to make me doubt everything around me. This text didn't come from a concerned insider. It came straight from Damian or one of his lackeys, sent specifically to make me hesitate right before Chloe launched her theft.​Instead of hiding in my room with the doubt, I grabbed my laptop, pulled up the master files, and walked straight out into the hallway.​If this contract marriage was going to work, I needed facts, not secrets.​I walked down to the main floor study where I knew Carter was still working. The door was half-open, warm light spilling into the hallway. I knocke