All Chapters of Beg no more married to his enemy : Chapter 81 - Chapter 88

CHAPTER 81Elena’s POVThe sweet smell of pastry drifted into the entryway, clashing instantly with the freezing tension in the room.I didn't move an inch.I stood directly in the threshold, blocking the space between the door frame and my own hallway, my eyes locked on Vanessa’s smiling face.She held the bakery box out toward Carter, completely ignoring the block I had formed.For a few seconds, neither of us spoke.Vanessa looked perfectly comfortable.That was the first thing that irritated me.She stood there in her immaculate cream trench coat, her dark hair perfectly arranged, her expression relaxed and pleasant as though she hadn't just walked into my home without being invited. There wasn't even a trace of hesitation on her face.No embarrassment.No awkwardness.Nothing that suggested she understood she had crossed a line.Instead, she looked like she belonged there.Like this was normal.Like she had every right to stand on my doorstep on a Saturday morning with pastries i

Chapter 83​Elena’s POV​The digital footprint on the server log was clean, clinical, and devastating.​I stood behind the console in my private home office, the glow of two dual monitors casting a sharp blue light across my face. Carter stood on the other side of the desk, his hands braced against the wood, staring down at the screen as if a physical weapon were pointed at him.​"The export IP address matches the public Wi-Fi router at the café downtown," I said, my voice entirely stripped of emotion. "The timestamp matches the exact window you were helping Vanessa carry her blueprints across the room. Your credentials were logged in the active session, Carter."​"I told you, my laptop was zipped up in my bag," Carter muttered, his voice tightening as panic clawed its way into his tone. He reached out, pointing a finger at the screen. "Someone must have shoulder-surfed my password or spoofed the connection while I was away from the table for ninety seconds. You know how these public

Chapter 85​Elena’s POV​The silence that followed stretched out across the hallway, heavy and suffocating. Carter didn't pull out his phone. He didn't offer a compromise, a password, or a soothing word to bridge the gap. He simply stood there, his hands still dropped to his sides, staring at me as if the woman standing in front of him had suddenly turned into a stranger.​"I'm going to the office," Carter said, his voice flat, drained of every ounce of warmth or inflection. He didn't wait for me to answer. He turned on his heel, walked past me down the corridor toward the guest study, and shut the door behind him with a quiet, final click.​I didn't follow him. I stood frozen in the center of the hallway for a long time, listening to the muffled sounds of movement coming from behind the closed guest room door—the zip of a duffel bag, the heavy thud of shoes hitting the floor, the rustle of clothes being pulled from hangers.​He was leaving. Not because he had an urgent meeting at the

Chapter 86​Damian’s POV​The leather upholstery of the private booth in the Midtown lounge absorbed the low murmur of the jazz playing through the ceiling speakers, but it didn't do a damn thing to soak up the tension sitting across from me.​I set my glass of scotch down on the mahogany table, the amber liquid sloshing against the crystal rim. Across the table, Chloe adjusted the sleeves of her tailored blazer, her eyes fixed on the entrance of the lobby.​"She's late," Chloe said, her voice dropping into a dry, flat register. "If Vanessa doesn't secure Carter’s digital signature on the secondary authorization forms before the label's legal team triggers a full system audit, our window on the winter rollout closes by noon."​"Relax," I said, leaning back into the cushions and crossing my legs. "Vanessa doesn't miss. She spent ten years building a reputation for cleaning up corporate messes in Chicago before I brought her onto this payroll. Getting a distracted, guilt-ridden executiv