Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 46

Chapter 46: Chapter 46.

Lure her to consummate our marriage and bear a child for me.

If all goes well, she’ll be back to her house before the next summer ends, divorce papers filed and chaos removed from my life.

Initially, I thought my father had chosen well, that I had chosen well, that I made the right choice picking Elaine over her cousin Ivy.

Now I know better.

Elaine is sweet poison on a silver platter.

A temptation I can’t for the life of me afford to indulge.

And yet, as her footsteps disappear upstairs, one thought lingers longer than I like.

This marriage won’t be quiet.

And it won’t be simple, far from it

And for the first time since today began, I’m not entirely sure who’s going to break first.

She makes it halfway up the stairs before stopping.

Like the adrenaline finally ran out and she remembered she has no idea where she’s going.

She turns slowly, one hand resting on the railing, dress dragging behind her. "Which room."

I don’t answer right away. I watch her face instead... the irritation has slowly dulled into exhaustion. Her shoulders have droppe and her eyes look heavier than they did in the car.

"Second floor," I say. "Left wing at the end of the hall."

She huffs but doesn’t argue. "Figures."

She turns and starts up again, slower this time. I don’t follow immediately. I wait a few seconds, then move, keeping enough distance that she doesn’t feel chased.

She reaches the top landing and hesitates again, looking down the hallway lined with doors, all identical and impersonal.

"Left," I remind her.

She finds it, it’s the last door, dark wood with a brass handle.

She opens it and steps inside.

I don’t go in. I lean against the doorframe and watch her.

The room is already lit with soft lamps, the Curtains drawn.

She takes a few steps in and freezes.

Her bag is there on the chair near the window.

Her clothes are hanging in the wardrobe. Dresses, blouses, jackets, shoes lined neatly along the bottom. Jewelry laid out on the dresser exactly how it was packed, nothing tangled, nothing missing.

Her toiletries sit on the bathroom counter. Skincare bottles arranged in height order. Toothbrush already unwrapped.

She stares.

Just stands there, eyes moving slowly from one thing to the next.

"You went through my stuff," she says finally.

"Yes."

She turns to look at me, brows drawn together. "Without asking."

"Yes."

"That’s invasive Zane ."

"That’s marriage for you."

Her mouth opens like she’s ready to fight me on it, then closes again. The energy just... leaves her.

She exhales, long and tired

"I don’t have it in me right now," she mutters.

I nod once. "Good."

She kicks off her heels near the door without ceremony, thy land unevenly. She doesn’t care. She toes them farther under the console with her foot, then walks straight into the bathroom.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify