All Chapters of Married To My Enemy’s Brother : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"You shouldn't have come here tonight, Eva."The hushed warning came from a waiter passing by with a tray of crystal champagne flutes, but I didn't turn my head to see who said it. I didn't need to. Every single pair of eyes in the velvet-lined grand ballroom was already locked onto me like guns pulled in unison.The heavy double doors of the Knight Plaza Grand Ballroom had closed behind me moments ago, sealing me inside the arena.I wore a simple, striking black column dress—no sparkles, no bright jewelry, no desperate attempts to draw attention. My hair was pulled back into a slick, low bun, and my lips were painted a sharp, unapologetic shade of red. I held my chin high, keeping my spine perfectly straight, forcing my breathing into a slow, rhythmic pattern as the room went dead silent around me.Then came the whispers.They started near the marble archway and spread through the room like oil on water."Is that really her?""The gold-digger from the video?""She actually had the au

"I have heard a lot about your scheming ways and how you’ve tried to steal my man."Cassandra’s voice was as smooth as spun silk, but beneath the velvet tone lay the sharp, jagged edge of a concealed blade. She stepped closer, the hem of her ice-blue gown brushing against the thick corridor carpet.The quiet hall felt instantly smaller, suffocatingly narrow. The distant thrum of the orchestra in the grand ballroom was nothing more than a faint heartbeat through the heavy stone walls.I didn't step back. I forced my posture to lock into place, my heels planted firmly on the floor, my shoulders squared. I could feel the cold sweat clinging to my back beneath my black dress, and the dull, hollow ache in my chest threatened to split me open. But on the outside, I turned my face into an unyielding wall of stone."You must have me confused with someone else, Miss Hale," I said, my voice quiet, flat, and devoid of any tremble.Cassandra let out a soft, melodic laugh that sounded entirely fak

"Block his number. Block them all."The order didn't cross my lips. It didn't need to. That quiet rule just became the first thing I did every morning the second thin morning light crept through the blinds of my small, borrowed apartment.My thumb dragged across the cracked glass of my phone with heavy, unbothered rhythm.Block.Damian’s personal cell vanished into the black list of rejected callers.Block.The unlisted line he kept in his corner office—the one that usually rang at three in the morning—muted, ignored, erased.For seven days straight, the city outside was practically screaming my name. But inside these four walls, I built a quiet sanctuary out of total silence. I cut every single cord. I pulled back every soft, stupid piece of myself that had ever looked at a man and thought, he'll protect me.The phone vibrated against the cheap coffee table, buzzing like a trapped fly.[Damian]: Eva, please answer me. Give me five minutes.[Damian]: I’m down in the lobby right now. J

"Don’t touch me, Damian. I’m only here for this job."My voice cut right through the quiet office. I didn't squirm, and I didn't let my body go soft against him. I held myself rigid inside his heavy grip.Damian didn't let go. His arm tightened around my waist, pinning my hip flat against his leg. The heat coming off him burned right through my blazer, his chest heaving against my back with heavy, rough breaths."You think you can just walk in here, throw a resume on my desk, and pretend the last month didn't happen?" Damian growled into my ear, his voice low, rough, and totally bossy. "You sat in that apartment for seven days ignoring every single message I sent you. You locked your door. You let my men guard your hall while you treated me like a ghost.""I treated you like a stranger because that’s what you are," I said, turning my head sideways and looking at him with cold eyes. "Let me go, Mr. Knight, or I walk straight out to the board and tell everyone you grabbed an applicant."

"We don't hire scandalous women into Knight Enterprises."The words cut across the polished mahogany table like a dull blade.It was 8:00 AM on Monday morning, and the central executive boardroom on the top floor was already thick with tension. Seven senior board members sat stiffly around the oval table, their expensive suits pressed, their faces dark with contempt.At the head of the table, Victoria Knight sat like a queen on a throne. She wore an immaculate ivory suit, her silvered hair pinned into a tight, flawless bun. Her cold, light eyes locked onto me the second I stepped through the double doors, holding my leather portfolio tightly against my navy blazer."This company has spent fifty years building a reputation of unquestioned prestige," Victoria continued, her voice crisp, loud, and echoing off the soundproof glass walls. "We are currently navigating a sensitive public merger. Bringing a disgraced, tabloid-plagued woman into our central audit division is an insult to our s