All Chapters of Married To My Enemy’s Brother : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

"Please leave, Damian. I'm begging you... just get out of my office and leave me alone."The heavy, suffocating quiet that followed Eva’s plea felt heavier than lead. Damian stood motionless near her desk, his broad chest heaving as though he had just run a marathon through fire. The raw, agonized devastation written across his storm-gray eyes made him look less like a multi-billionaire CEO and more like a man watching his entire world crumble into dust.Slowly, as if every muscle in his body was fighting him, Damian took a half-step backward. He didn't try to close the distance again. He didn't reach for her. He recognized the unbreakable wall she had just erected around her heart, and he knew that forcing his way through it now would only shatter whatever fragments remained between them."I won't let them touch you, Eva," Damian whispered, his voice dangerously low, vibrating with a fierce, lethal promise.Without another word, Damian turned on his heel. He pushed open the glass doo

"If you don't turn around and walk out of this bathroom right this second, Ryan, I swear to God I will call building security and have you thrown out into the street like the pathetic stray dog you are."The sharp, ice cold warning snapped through the heavy, vapor filled air of the master ensuite before Ryan could even fully close the door behind him. The bathroom was sweltering, thick with steam rising from the oversized Jacuzzi tub, wrapping around Eva’s tired limbs like a heavy, comforting blanket. She had barely managed to sink into the bubbling, scalding water the kind of searing heat her bruised, exhausted body desperately needed to purge the filth of the entire week and pour herself a generous glass of deep red cabernet. Closing her eyes, she had finally begun to feel the tight, agonizing knots in her muscles uncoil.And then, the heavy mahogany door had violently flung open without so much as a polite knock, shattering the fragile peace she had fought so hard to find.Eva open

"Let him try to open that door. Let him take a single step into this room tonight, and I will tear him apart with my bare hands."The vicious whisper cut through the suffocating darkness of the master bedroom, sharp and toxic with a lethal promise.Eva stood rigidly beside her vanity table, her chest heaving as the terrifying echo of Ryan and Sophia’s conspiring voices still rang in her ears. Her phone sat facedown on the dark wood, the screen dead, but the chilling blueprint of Ryan's premeditated assault was permanently burned into her brain. He was planning to drug her, to violate her unconscious body while she was helpless, and to weaponize the footage to destroy whatever was left of her life and her connection to Damian.She couldn't sleep. The adrenaline surging through her veins was too hot, too volatile, burning every ounce of exhaustion away. A hundred times, her hand hovered over her cell phone, itching to dial Damian’s number. She wanted to call him right now. She needed hi

"How much?"Eva paused, her hand hovering over the edge of the mahogany desk as she stared across the room. "Excuse me?""I asked you how much," Victoria repeated, her voice dripping with cold, unadulterated disdain as she adjusted the immaculate lapel of her emerald Chanel suit. "How much do you need me to pay you to leave my son alone, take your things, and disappear from Damian's life permanently?"The sharp, transactional demand cut straight through the heavy, oppressive silence of the private drawing room. The morning sun was barely beginning to slice through the tall French windows, casting long, pale beams across the expensive Persian rug, but the air inside was already freezing.Victoria Knight stood near the marble fireplace, perfectly composed, holding a porcelain teacup in one gloved hand while her glacial eyes swept over Eva with an expression of profound contempt.Eva let out a dry, humorless laugh, shaking her head as she crossed her arms tightly over her chest. "You rea

"If you ever call my office with that tone again, Julianna, I will block your number before you even finish your next breath."Eva’s voice was an absolute sheet of arctic ice as she slammed the telephone down onto its cradle, cutting off the smooth, melodic purr of the stranger on the other end. Her chest heaved with suppressed fury. She refused to let Victoria’s manufactured psychological warfare get the better of her. She wasn't going to run, she wasn't going to panic, and she certainly wasn't going to play the role of the hysterical, insecure wife chasing phantoms.She forced herself back to her desk, trying to submerge her churning emotions into the corporate quarterly reports stacked in front of her. But the numbers blurred into meaningless lines on the screen. The heavy, suffocating weight of Damian’s earlier visit still hung in the air, and the lingering sting of Julianna’s phone call left an acidic taste in her mouth.Needing a breath of air and a fresh cup of black coffee, Ev