All Chapters of Married To My Enemy’s Brother : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"Damian, first you gave that shameless Eva a job in Knight Industries, as if that wasn’t enough—and now you’re helping drag your own cousin to a cell?!"Victoria’s shrill, commanding voice cut through the sterile air of the precinct like a honed blade. Her chest heaved dramatically beneath her sweeping fur coat, her dark eyes flashing with pure, hysterical disbelief as she looked between her son and her nephew. She marched farther into the interrogation room, her high heels clicking aggressively against the scuffed linoleum, shattering whatever thread of composure remained in the building. "I didn’t raise you to be this man! Have you completely lost your senses?!"Damian stood immovable in the threshold, his towering frame completely blocking the doorway behind him. His broad shoulders remained perfectly squared, his dark suit tailored to perfection, appearing like an impenetrable fortress against his mother’s frantic, uncontrolled outburst. His storm-gray eyes were dead, unbothered,

"What took you so long? I'm sure you couldn’t wait to spread those legs again for my cousin, could you?"Ryan’s sharp, venomous voice shattered the stillness of the living room the moment Eva stepped across the threshold. He was sprawled on the dark leather sofa, a half-empty glass of amber liquor clutched tightly in his hand, his hair disheveled, and his collar unbuttoned. His eyes were bloodshot, fixated on her with pure, acidic hatred.Eva didn't flinch. She slowly closed the front door behind her, the soft lock clicking into place as she stood her ground, her coat still draped over her arm."You cheap slut," Ryan spat, slamming his glass down on the glass coffee table so hard the amber liquid sloshed over the rim. "I didn’t know I married a fucking whore."Eva didn’t say a single word. She just looked at him—a long, agonizing silence filling the space between them—staring at her husband as if he had completely and utterly lost his damn mind. There was no pain in her eyes anymore,

"I don’t like that you’re in that house alone with that lunatic."The moment Eva pulled open the heavy door of the sleek black sedan and slipped into the plush leather passenger seat, Damian’s deep, gravelly voice broke the quiet dark. He was leaning back against the leather headrest, his dark suit jacket unbuttoned, his silk tie slightly loosened at his collar. When he turned his head toward her, his storm-gray eyes burned with a fierce, possessive pride—yet beneath the raw intensity of his gaze, Eva caught the heavy, quiet shadow of agonizing pain lingering deep within him.Slowly, tenderly, Eva reached across the polished wood of the center console and laced her slender fingers through his broad, warm hand, squeezing gently."Hey... I'm right here. You know that, right?" Eva murmured softly, her thumb gently tracing the back of his calloused knuckles to soothe the tension knotting his frame.Damian just nodded, his jaw remaining set like sculpted granite, his grip on her small hand

"Come on. I’m taking you away from here away from these people right now."Damian’s voice vibrated with a dark, terrifying rage, his large hand gripping Eva’s wrist with desperate, unyielding strength. His jaw was set like sculpted iron, his storm-gray eyes burning with the urgent, primal need to shield her from the brutal glare of the flashing cameras and the vultures waiting outside to tear her apart. The air around him crackled with absolute lethality, every vein in his neck bulging as he prepared to drag her out of the mansion by force if he had to.Eva pulled back gently, her voice steady and resolute despite the violent, chaotic frenzy erupting around them. She looked into his eyes, placing her free hand over his white-knuckled grip on her wrist."No, Damian. Ryan is counting on me to follow you out," Eva said, her dark eyes flashing with a sharp, calculated focus. "It’s what he wants. He set this whole room up like a stage, and the press will buy his pathetic sob story complete

BANG! BANG! BANG!"Open this door, you stupid bitch!"Ryan’s muffled, enraged voice roared down the sweeping marble staircase, punctuated by the heavy, rhythmic thuds of his fists violently hammering against the solid mahogany of the master bedroom door. The metallic lock rattled, but the iron deadbolt held firm, keeping him safely caged on the second floor.Downstairs in the dimly lit sitting room, Eva sat comfortably on the velvet armchair. She rested her glass of red wine on the glass table, completely unbothered by the desperate tantrum echoing from above. Her skin still tingled where Ryan's fingers had bruised her neck, but the sting was entirely drowned out by the quiet, exhilarating warmth spreading through her chest.She picked up her phone, her thumb hovering over the encrypted video link Damian had sent. Looking at the dark, lethal image of Damian standing over Ryan's bound accomplice in that underground garage, Eva typed her reply, her fingers moving with calm, lethal preci