Todos los capítulos de My Billionaire Enemy Wants Me. : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The next morning, Luna was in the small office they gave her to manage. The office was not big. It was near the toilet. It was far from Jack Black's glass office.She sat at her small desk. Her blouse was dry now. It was the same blouse from yesterday, but she had washed very well at home and dried it with a hair dryer. Her hands were still shaking a little bit. Her eyes were stressed because she did not sleep. She was thinking about her mother's operation all night.Her mother was in the hospital. The doctor said she needed an operation very soon. The operation cost an arm and a leg. Luna did not have the money. This job was her only hope.A knock came to the door.It was Josham. Josham was Jack Black's assistant. He was tall, quiet, and he always wore a perfect black suit. He held a brown file in his hand. His face was serious, but his eyes looked cheerful. "Luna Alex?" he said. "Mr. Black wants to see you now.”Luna's heart skipped. She stood up immediately. She followed Josham th

It was Saturday morning. 6:30 am.Paris was still asleep. The streets were empty, except for a few early taxis and the sound of a street cleaner washing the pavement. The sky was a soft, pale grey, the color of a pearl before the sun indeed rises. But inside the hospital, there was no light. There was only white light shining, cold air, and the smell of medication that sticks to your clothes and your hair and your skin.Luna Alex's eyes were stressed and couldn't sleep.She had been sitting in the corridor for so long, on a brown wooden chair that was too hard and too cold. Her back hurt. Her legs hurt. Her eyes burned. She had been wearing the same clothes from the office a white shirt that was now wrinkled and a black skirt that had a small stain of coffee near the hem. She had not changed to another cloth. She had not eaten anything. She had not even gone to the bathroom properly, because she was afraid that if she left, the doctor would come and she would miss the operation.Maya

The sun had not yet set when Luna Alex stood in front of the mirror in her small Paris apartment, holding a dress she did not recognize as her own.It was not the white shirt from the office. It was not the black skirt she had worn for three days straight because of her mother's operation. It was a long, elegant, blue gown that had arrived in a box that morning, with a small white card tucked inside.The card was in Jack Black's handwriting. It was short. It was messy. It doesn't look like a billionaire card at all. “Wear this tonight. No questions. I will pick you up at 7 pm.”Maya was sitting on Luna's bed, her legs crossed, eating a snack that Aisha had brought. Aisha was standing near the window, holding a pair of silver earrings, shaking her head."Who is this man?" Maya said, her mouth full. "Since when does Jack Black send dresses? This is not a contract. This is a fairytale gir."Aisha smiled. "He sent this dress, shoes, earrings, and even lipstick. Luna, this is not your bos

Tuesday morning in Paris was different from Monday gossip.Monday was whispers. Monday was Henry's blurry garden photo from Versailles. Monday was Sophie's investigation from 7:30 to 8:45. Monday was Jack standing in a big conference room on the 10th floor saying I am not ashamed, I am proud of it. Monday ended with a Luna Rule poster on HR notice board, fresh from the printer, still warm, with Luna's photo and quote gossip travels fast in HR but truth travels further. Someone added a heart sticker. The cleaning staff wrote Queen Luna in pen.Tuesday was quiet after the storm. The Luna Rule poster stayed. Henry did not come to office. His wife with the diamond necklace did not come. The old team is quiet. No whispers when Luna passed. Receptionists smiled. Interns clapped small.At 8:00 am Luna arrived at Black Energy 12th floor office. Glass wall. Eiffel Tower view. Name plate shining LUNA ALEX HEAD OF NEW CLIENT RELATIONS. Maya and Aisha are already there with coffee.Jack was waiti

The sunset after the real kiss on L'Étoile had not yet finished when the cameras arrived.It was 5:45 pm. The sky over the bay between Monaco and Nice was turning from gold to deep orange to pink, the same color of the roses in Villa Azure's garden. The sea was so calm it clutched the sky like a mirror, so the yacht seemed to float between two sunsets, one above and one below. L'Étoile was anchored, its navy hull and gold star reflecting the light, white tablecloth still on the upper deck, fish plates cleared, a single rose vase still in the middle, and two people standing at the bow still holding hands after a kiss that everyone on board had seen.Laurent Dubois was clapping, Sophie was closing her tablet with an HR-approved smile, Aisha was messaging Maya in all caps, and Henry was at the stern, alone near the engine noise, holding a black folder of false data and a phone that had failed to take a blurry photo, jealousy burning in a black suit in the heat.Then the sound came not fr