Chapter 11 — The Eye of the Storm

The cold silence in the room was louder than any argument we could have had.Adrian sat at the edge of the hotel bed, his head bowed, fingers laced tightly together. I stood near the window, watching the slow drizzle outside blur the lights of Prague. We had not planned to come here. Prague had not been on any itinerary, not part of any step in the careful, methodical plan we had been building since Dubai. But plans have a way of dissolving when events move faster than the people trying to manage them. The SEC filing had triggered something we hadn’t fully anticipated a response from Cole’s side that had been faster, and more dangerous, than either of us had accounted for.We had forty-eight hours of warning. Enough to move. Not enough to feel safe.Now we were here, in a hotel room above a cobblestone street in a city that had nothing to do with us, and the silence between us was doing the thing it had stopped doing weeks ago pressing in, filling the space with everything unsaid.I

Last Updated : 2026-06-25

Chapter 12 — Echoes of the Past

The sun cast long shadows over the ancient city of Prague, its golden hues dancing upon the cobblestone streets. The city’s timeless beauty stood in stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within me. I had woken early. Earlier than Adrian, which was unusual he was typically the one already at the window with his coffee when I emerged, looking as though he had never quite gone to sleep. But this morning the suite was quiet, the study door closed, and the only sounds were the distant bells of a church somewhere in the old quarter counting out the hour.I dressed quietly and went out alone.It was not something I had planned. I had simply needed air, and movement, and the particular kind of thinking that only happened when I was walking. Prague offered all of those things in abundance. The city was extraordinary in the early morning ancient and unhurried, its stone bridges and baroque spires still wrapped in the low mist that came off the river, its streets not yet crowded with the day’

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Chapter 13 — Coming Home

We left Prague on a grey Tuesday morning.The city was quiet at that hour mist still clinging to the river, the old town not yet fully awake, the cobblestones slick from overnight rain. Marcus was waiting at the hotel entrance with the car. I came down with my bag already packed, my coat belted against the cold, and found Adrian in the lobby with his phone pressed to his ear, speaking in the low, deliberate tone he used when the information he was receiving required careful management.He saw me and held up one finger. One minute.I sat in one of the lobby chairs and watched the city through the glass doors and thought about what it meant to be going home. Not the surface of it the plane, the penthouse, the familiar skyline but the deeper thing underneath. The fact that home had become, somewhere in the past weeks, a specific place rather than an abstract concept. A kitchen counter. A study lamp throwing shadows across research documents. A man who made extra coffee without being as

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Chapter 14 — The Press Release

The statement went live on a Friday morning at nine o’clock precisely.I know because I was sitting at the kitchen counter with my second cup of coffee when my phone lit up with the notification a link from David Osei with a single line of text: It’s out. Well done, Selina.I set the cup down. Opened the link.The Bellington Holdings press release was clean and formal and exactly the kind of document that corporate communications departments spent days crafting to say large things in measured language. It acknowledged the SEC investigation into Harrison Cole, announced his immediate removal from the board, and confirmed the discovery of fabricated evidence in a historical fraud case that had resulted in a wrongful accusation against a former business associate.Then it said his name.Emmanuel Okoye.Not a case number. Not a reference. His name my father’s name in print, on the official letterhead of the company that had destroyed him, restored to exactly what it had always been: the n

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Chapter 15 — At the Graveside

We went on a Saturday morning.I had chosen Saturday deliberately. Not a weekday. Not a rushed hour between obligations. Saturday meant the cemetery would be quiet, the drive unhurried, and I could stand at my father’s grave for as long as I needed without watching the clock.Adrian had not asked a single question about the logistics. He had simply said tell me when and been ready at eight in the morning with coffee already made and Marcus already waiting at the kerb. That was how he did things. Without fuss. Without needing to understand everything in advance. With a capacity for simply showing up that I had come to rely on in ways I had not fully articulated even to myself.The cemetery was in Queens. My father had grown up there had taken the subway to school from the age of eleven, worked his first job three blocks from his parents’ flat, carried that borough with him through everything that came after. The scholarship. The university. The career. The slow and painstaking building

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All Chapters of MARRIED TO MY ENEMY’S SON: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

Chapter 11 — The Eye of the Storm

Chapter 12 — Echoes of the Past

Chapter 13 — Coming Home

Chapter 14 — The Press Release

Chapter 15 — At the Graveside