Married to My Enemy

loor. Panic spread like wildfire. Elena's breath caught as she watched Adrian Blackwood stagger back, his hand pressing against the dark stain blooming across his crisp white shirt. Blood.

't trust him! If you walk away with him now, you'll regret it!" Adrian's fingers curled tighter around her wrist. "The only thing she'll regret," he said smoothly, "is listening to a man who doesn't understand what's at stake." Elena felt her pulse hammering, torn between them. Then, Adrian leaned in, his voice so low only she could hear. "If you leave with him, Elena, I promise you-your father's company will never rise again." Her stomach dropped. Liam froze. "What did you just say?" Adrian didn't look at him. He only stared at her, his grip firm, his words a lethal whisper. "You know I hold the power here, Elena. Choose wisely." Her throat tightened. She could feel Liam's stare, the unspoken plea in his eyes. But Adrian had just reminded her of the one thing she couldn't afford to forget. Her father's company. Her family's legacy. And Adrian Blackwood owned it. A lump formed in her throat. Did she fight? Did she run? Or did she stay and play the dangerous game she had been dragged into? Before she could answer, Adrian's men surrounded them, pushing her toward the exit. Liam struggled harder, his voice breaking through the chaos. "Elena, don't do this!" She turned one last time, meeting his gaze, a silent apology in her eyes. And the