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Chapter Thirteen: Moving In
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2026-06-15 18:29:25
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Married to My Enemy's Son Chapter Fourteen: Separate Rooms
The contract had been clear on three things: two years, no personal involvement, and no touching. Not even holding hands.Nadia had read those terms four times before signing. She understood them; she had been the one to repeat them back to Caiden word for word before putting pen to paper. She had no confusion about what they had agreed to.What she hadn’t anticipated was the sheer logistics of it.On her second morning at the estate, Leo delivered a single, printed page outlining the practical boundaries. At the top, underlined: *No physical contact between parties unless required for public appearances as outlined in section nine*. Below that was a meticulous breakdown of the guest suite arrangements and a strict schedule for the use of shared spaces.She stared at it for a long moment, then set it on the desk next to the photograph of her mother and left for her morning classes.When she returned that evening, the paper was still there. She read it over, turned it face down, and ma
Married to My Enemy's Son Chapter Thirteen: Moving In
Leo called at eight-thirty the following morning with a moving schedule organized down to the minute.Nadia listened with her phone pressed to her ear, watching her coffee go cold on the kitchen counter. She didn't write anything down. She didn't need to. The instructions were clear, efficient, and left absolutely no room for variation.When Leo finished, she said, "I'm keeping my apartment"."Mr. Wolfe has noted that," Leo replied smoothly. "The lease will remain active. Your belongings for the estate will be collected at ten".She hung up and looked around her space. Her books. Her grading piles. The small shelves of things she had accumulated over three years of living entirely alone. She had exactly two hours.She packed quickly and methodically, refusing to think too hard about what she was doing. Three bags of clothes. Her teaching materials. The photograph of her mother from her bedside table. Her preferred tea. She left everything else—the furniture, the kitchenware, the ordin
Married to My Enemy's Son Chapter Twelve: The Announcement
The morning after signing the contract, Nadia woke at six-thirty, got ready with her usual efficiency, and arrived at school with fifteen minutes to spare. She had slept surprisingly well—a fact she chose not to examine too closely. Decisions, once they were finally made, had a cold way of quieting the mind.She settled at her staffroom desk with the last of her Year Twelve essays and a red pen, working her way through the stack steadily. The room filled up around her with the familiar mid-week rhythm—coats clattering onto hooks, the kettle whistling, teachers grumbling under their breath about the upcoming exam schedule. She offered polite, predictable nods where expected and kept her eyes on her grading.Marcus arrived at half past eight. He taught mathematics two doors down, a consistently pleasant man whose mild interest she had been carefully navigating for the past month. He’d brought her unrequested coffee twice, and once asked, in a painfully roundabout way, if she might be fr
Married to My Enemy's Son Chapter Eleven: His Terms
Four days after the staff bathroom. Nadia had told no one. She went to work on Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and the following Monday, teaching her classes, grading essays, and answering emails exactly as she always did. She even scheduled a doctor's appointment for the following week under the vague pretense of a routine checkup. She hadn't actually decided what she was going to do yet. She had only settled on one absolute rule: she was going to think through her options completely alone before anyone else got a say. Especially him. Which was why, when her doorbell rang at seven-forty-five on a Tuesday evening, she was entirely caught off guard by the man standing on her welcome mat. Caiden Wolfe. He wore a heavy dark coat, his expression characteristically unreadable, with a thick leather document folder tucked under one arm. Nadia froze, staring at him. He looked back with the absolute patience of a man who had already decided exactly how the next hour was going to play ou
Married to My Enemy's Son Chapter Ten: Two Lines
Six days. Nadia had been counting the delay without meaning to, tracking the calendar in the back of her mind like a clock ticking in an empty room. She convinced herself it was stress. People missed periods when they were stressed. That was normal. She held onto that explanation for six consecutive days. But on the morning of the sixth day, she woke up a full hour before her alarm. She lay flat on her back, staring up at the dark ceiling, recognizing the cold weight in her stomach for what it actually was. Lying in bed wasn't going to make the reality go away. She got up. She showered, made a mug of black tea, and stood by the kitchen window. She drank most of it mechanically, watching the fog clear from the glass. When she left the apartment, she walked right past her usual bus stop. The January air was sharp, turning her breath into white plumes, but she kept walking until she reached the main road to catch a completely different route. She had mapped this out carefully.
Married to My Enemy's Son Chapter Nine: The Debt
The number Amara sent on a Thursday morning was not a number Nadia had been prepared for. She read the message twice. Then she set her phone face down on the staffroom table and sat very still for a moment, looking at the wall. The debt had been creeping up for months—she knew that. She had been cutting back, sending what she could spare, and draining her account while convincing herself that Amara would finally see reason. She had managed to pretend the situation would stabilize on its own. It had not. The debt had finally stopped pretending it could wait. She picked up her phone and called Amara. Three rings. Voicemail. She tried again. Voicemail. She put the phone in her pocket and went to teach her first class of the day with the focused composure of a woman who had learned a long time ago that you did not bring your personal disasters into a classroom. After school she sat at her desk and did the calculation she had been avoiding. Her savings. Her monthly salary. The apartmen
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