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“Mr Chris, why did you ask to see me? You gave me some money too, why is that? We barely even know each other” Mr Chris stroked his chin and looked at me boredly, “It is true we do not know each other. However, I've heard of you from a somewhat vile person” I raised an eyebrow, “Really?” “You don't happen to know Jarrod Smith, do you?” My eyes widened, “Well, that's my ex-husband, why?” Chris sighed, “Jarrod Smith asked me to tail you and erhm.. force you to have sex with me so I can get pictures and send them to Cameron Petals so he would dump you-”

If you’ve ever felt like love arrived late for you… If you’ve ever wondered whether you missed your chance… If you’ve ever believed that the past disqualified you from a beautiful future— This story was for you. Enemies to Lovers is about second chances, yes but it’s also about self-trust. Brielle had to trust herself enough to stay. Jaxon had to trust himself enough to change. Together, they built a life that was loud, messy, imperfect, and deeply, fiercely real. Thank you for loving them. Thank you for rooting for them. Thank you for feeling angry on their behalf, smiling at their quiet moments, holding your breath during the hard ones, and celebrating every victory—big and small.

What the hell was that? I try my hardest to shake off the strange feelings. Whatever it was, it’s over. I need to keep my eye on the prize, and that prize is getting myself a job so I can take care of my daughter and myself. It certainly has nothing to do with my ex’s very attractive brothers, or the fact that I haven’t gotten off since before I had Lyla. Maybe that’s what I need to get over all this weirdness. A good self-love session with my battery-operated boyfriend. I have a feeling my vibrator and I are about to be on very good terms…

"I’m serious. I’ve been thinking about this for a while. You and I… we were never meant to last." A painful lump formed in her throat. "Four years, Lucas. We've been together for four years. You don't just wake up one day and decide it’s over. What’s really going on?" He leaned back, his gaze cool and detached. "I should have told you earlier, but I didn’t know how. The truth is… there’s someone else." The world around her seemed to slow, the sounds of the restaurant fading into nothing. "Someone else?" Lucas had the decency to look guilty. "Camilla Alden. We’ve been together for a while now."

Two more women had died… and they were all his girlfriends? As if ominously hearing my question, Liam answered, “No, they were not my girlfriends. They just happened to be captured in an article with me. One was an obsessed fan of mine. Her name was Jayne Mansfield. She would occasionally send me gifts, write threatening letters when I don't respond and even try to break into my house just to see me.” I paled. Revulsion twisting the insides of my stomach. This one sounded a lot like my stalker, just that mine surely wasn't a fan of me.

As I glanced down at the purple bruises circling—unforgiving reminders of the shadows, I knew this was not just my heart on the line. The sun was going down; it was about to leave when it threw long shadows across my office. I was stepping to the door when the phone buzzed one last time. Another unknown number: "Roses are red, violets are blue. Your ex is back in town, but who can you truly trust?"

She suddenly deflated and said in a pitiful tone, "I’m sorry, my temper got the best of me. But I like you." "Don’t think I haven’t noticed. You and Amelia are always flirting in the office. Everyone knows you’re pursuing her." Mark Snorted, "So what if I am? It’s none of your business," he said coldly. "Mark." This time, Linda was truly angry. "Do you know who she is? She’s Leo Reynold's woman." This statement made Mark’s eyes flicker slightly. "They’re already divorced," he said coldly. Linda sneered. "Is that so? Just because they’re divorced doesn’t mean they can’t be together. With her fickle and promiscuous nature, even if she hooks up with her ex-husband again, it’s not a big deal."

"Uncle, may I ask for some information about your wife's cousin? I was a little offended by what she did to me." He sighed, and I noticed the sadness in his eyes. "The truth is, my ex always drops by to bother me after she got divorced, claiming that Gia had stolen me from her. She also sends other women to act as my secret lovers to ruin my reputation in public and with Gia," he confessed. I nodded slowly, beginning to understand why that girl had been acting rudely towards me. "I see. She must have thought I was one of them. Does she still do that up to now?" I ask.

Their presence was a balm to my shattered heart, a reminder that I was not alone in my grief. Amidst the sea of mourners, I couldn't help but notice the presence of enemies and adversaries. Natalia, my husband's persistent ex-lover, stood at a distance, her gaze cold and calculating. Camilla, the woman who had brought so much turmoil into our lives, lingered nearby, her expression unreadable. Even Senator Kelly, the corrupt politician who had ties to the criminal underworld, had come to pay his respects.

But enough to send something annoyingly familiar through Isla’s chest. And she hated that. Absolutely hated it. Because this was Darian Blackwell. Her boss. Her overly controlling freak of a boss. He was the reason her father got fired seven years ago, leaving them to suffer. The same Darian who kissed like he had all the time in the world. Nope. Absolutely not. She mentally threw those memories into the ocean. "You look disturbed." Darian tilted his head slightly. A feminine voice suddenly cut through the conversation. "Dari!" The nickname landed softly but confidently, familiar and intimate.