All Chapters of Married To My Billionaire Nemesis: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

EDEN We move into the rear office. It's small but private, with just enough room for the three of us plus Nora, who is currently sitting on the floor near my desk, quietly playing with a set of soft blocks. Hayden closes the door behind us. Jeremy takes the chair across from the desk while Hayden leans against the wall, his arms crossed. I sit behind my desk. Jeremy rubs his palms against his thighs, clearly still a little nervous, but his voice is steady when he starts speaking. "I've been tracking The Pack for almost two years now," he says. "I don't have everything, but I have more than what's been made public." He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a small black flash drive. He places it on the desk between us. "There's a list on here," he continues. "Not just low-level members. I have names of people who fund them. Judges, cops, lawyers, and businessmen. People who make sure cases get buried and evidence disappears. I also have locations. Buildings they rotate thr

EDEN Ava finds me near the front counter. She’s looking a little flushed and way too pleased with herself."Okay, but who was that?" she asks the second she reaches me, her eyes wide. "Because I just walked out of your office and nearly tripped over my own feet. Eden. He's stupid hot. The tattoos? The long hair? The lip ring? I felt like I was being personally attacked."I try to smile, but it comes out weak.Ava doesn't seem to notice at first. She keeps going, dramatically fanning herself with one hand."I asked for his number, and he actually gave it to me. Like, wrote it on my palm and everything. I almost passed out. I think I might be in love. Or at least in very intense lust."She finally pauses when she realizes I'm not really reacting. Her expression changes as she studies my face."Hey... you okay?"I open my mouth, but nothing comes out right away. My eyes drift across the boutique until they land on Hayden.He's sitting alone in the far corner near the window,

EDEN The bedroom is quiet when Hayden finally walks out of the bathroom. Steam follows him into the room, curling around his damp skin.A towel hangs low on his hips. He looks worn down, dark circles under his eyes.I'm already waiting on the bed, two thick towels laid out across the sheets and a small jar of ointment beside me."Come here," I say softly.He doesn't question it. He walks over and climbs onto the bed without a word, settling onto his stomach across the towels.I straddle his hips carefully and unscrew the jar. The clean scent of menthol fills the space between us as I warm the ointment between my palms.The moment I press my hands to his shoulders, he lets out a grunt.I begin working slowly, pressing my thumbs into the tight muscles along his spine.His body is rigid at first, but gradually, under the steady pressure of my hands, the tension starts to give way."How did it go?" I ask.Hayden exhales into the pillow."I tested Jeremy," he murmurs. "Then I went to s

EDEN The study door is slightly ajar, warm light slipping into the hallway.I push it open gently with my hip, balancing a small tray in my hands. Fresh-cut strawberries and a tall glass of iced lemon water with a sprig of mint.Hayden is at his desk, his glasses perched low on his nose, the soft glow of the monitor casting shadows across his face.His hair is tousled, dark strands falling over his forehead. The sleeves of his black button-down are rolled up to his elbows, revealing the strong lines of his forearms.I set the tray down on the edge of the desk.He looks up slowly, removes his glasses, and sets them aside. The moment his green eyes meet mine, gratitude lights them up."Hey," he says, his voice low and a little rough.I step between his spread legs, resting my hands on his shoulders.God, he feels so tense. I hate how much this is weighing on him.I watch as he drinks the lemon water, emptying the glass. He must’ve been so thirsty."How's the plan going?" I ask s

HAYDEN The detective's office is small and dimly lit. I've been here a few times... for a friendly visit. Today, however, things are different. He looks up from his desk when I walk in, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of the four men behind me. Sniffling, I close the door behind us. "Mr. Wolfe," he says, forcing a smile. "I wasn't expecting you. Especially not with... company." I don't smile back. "I've been feeling a little unsafe lately, Connor," I say calmly, moving further into the room. "So I brought some of my men with me. I hope you don't mind." The detective's gaze darts to the four large men now standing silently near the door. He swallows. "Of course not," he says, though his voice is thinner now. "Whatever makes you feel comfortable." I nod and take the seat across from his desk. My men remain standing. "I heard something disturbing," I begin, keeping my tone casual. "Apparently, Jeremy was being hunted this morning. Police cars tried to run him off t