All Chapters of Married To My Enemy’s Brother : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"Do not put your hands on her. I need to speak with her first."Damian’s voice didn't just break the heavy silence of the boardroom; it paralyzed the room. It was a low, terrifying baritone laced with an absolute, unyielding authority that halted the two federal investigators in their tracks, their hands freezing inches away from Eva’s arms.Ryan’s smug, triumphant expression instantly shattered into pure, furious disbelief. He took a wild step toward the head of the polished mahogany table, slamming his palm down against the wood."Are you insane, Damian?!" Ryan roared, his bloodshot eyes bulging as he gestured frantically at the glowing monitors displaying the forensic reports. "What do you possibly need to ask her?! The evidence is right here in front of your damn face! The digital footprint, the IP address, the master file—it all traces directly back to her private terminal! She sold us out! Arrest the bitch!"Damian didn't even glance at Ryan. Slowly, deliberately, the massive CE

"Be honest, Eva. Did my brother give you this job because you merited it, or because he's been fucking you?"The voice belonged to Lawrence, one of the senior Knight cousins sitting near the middle of the long mahogany table. His face was flushed red from expensive Scotch, his lip curling into a sneer as he leaned forward, resting his heavy forearms against the wood."I know girls like you," Lawrence continued, his loud, boisterous voice echoing off the high stone walls of the dining hall, dripping with effortless cruelty. "Who leave their husbands, pack their bags, and open their legs wide for the next man with a huge pocket. You didn't earn that corner office, sweetheart. You just knew exactly which Knight brother to crawl under."The room erupted into a fresh wave of muffled laughter. The female board members hid their snickers behind silver wine goblets, while the male cousins smirked, nodding in agreement. Ryan leaned back in his seat, his arms crossed over his chest, taking a sl

"What was that absolute nonsense you were blabbing back in there, Eva?"Damian’s voice growled through the dim, enclosed space of the private corridor like a caged predator ready to shatter iron bars. It wasn't just anger vibrating in his chest; it was a raw, frantic desperation that scraped against the quiet walls of the powder room, demanding an explanation, demanding her submission, demanding that she take back every single venomous word she had thrown at him across that mahogany table.For the first time since the nightmare of this entire ordeal had begun, Eva felt a bone-deep, crushing exhaustion take hold of her soul. She was profoundly, irrevocably tired. She was too tired to argue, too tired to scream, and entirely too tired to even look at the towering man standing in front of her. Right now, looking into his storm-gray eyes, she didn't see the protector who had called her Angel in the dark of night. She saw a complete stranger a man whose face she no longer recognized, and w

"Consider my resignation tendered, and consider yourself finished, Mrs. Knight!"Arthur Pendelton’s voice boomed like rolling thunder against the glass walls of the executive office, vibrating through the mahogany furniture and rattling the ceramic coffee mug resting near Eva’s computer. His face was mottled with a deep, furious purple, his white mustache bristling as he turned on his heel, his heavy leather briefcase clutched tightly in his fist. He took two long, furious strides toward the glass door, fully intent on storming out into the main concourse, calling a public press conference, and handing the fraudulent liquidation documents straight to the federal maritime commission before the morning markets opened."Mr. Pendelton, if you walk out that door right now, you aren't just destroying my career—you are walking directly into a trap designed by Victoria Knight to strip you of your pension and sink Knight Maritime permanently."Eva’s voice didn't rise in panic. It didn't crack,

The heavy silence in the boardroom was absolute, stretching so tight that the hum of the overhead ventilation units sounded like a roaring engine.Sophia stood at the center of the room, her chest heaving with triumphant breaths, a smug, delirious grin plastered across her face. She held the cream-colored legal portfolio aloft as if it were a conqueror's standard, her eyes locked onto Eva with venomous glee. For a terrifying, surreal moment, the ground beneath Eva's feet felt as though it had vanished entirely. Her father’s estate—the final, sacred remnant of his life’s work, the shield she had protected with her blood for five agonizing years—had seemingly been ripped from her hands by her own flesh and blood."You lose, cousin," Sophia whispered loud enough for the front row of board members to hear, her voice dripping with sadistic satisfaction. "Your father’s legacy, your shares, your office—it's all mine now. You are officially a nobody."A collective murmur rippled through the l