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Chapter 10

Author: Irresistiblyme
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-31 05:59:38

Isabella Roosevelt

Lucas walked into the office with his hand firmly on my lower back, fingers dangerously close to my ass, as we passed through rows of cubicles. Heads turned, and the office buzzed with whispers, murmurs floating through the air.

My colleagues—my friends—were staring at us, their expressions ranging from shock to open disdain. Some were stunned, some wide-eyed with disbelief, but most wore thinly veiled scowls, judging me silently. They knew now.

They knew I was a Roosevelt.

The infamous Roosevelt-Harrington feud was practically legendary, a longstanding battle played out across business columns and news broadcasts.

Every week, it seemed, there was a new twist, a fresh angle, or some scandal to exploit. People picked sides like they were rooting for rival sports teams. And, unsurprisingly, most of them chose the Harringtons. My family, wealthy and haughty, didn’t exactly earn much sympathy among the working class. My father’s superiority complex had a way of pushing
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  • In Love With My Enemy    Chapter 31

    Isabella RooseveltLucas walked into the house, his tie slightly loosened and his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looked as effortlessly commanding as ever, which only irritated me more after the day I’d had.“We’re going to Cole and Nicola’s tonight,” he announced casually, barely sparing me a glance as he dropped his briefcase onto the console table.“What?” I blinked, caught off guard.“Dinner. Small, intimate. Just family.” His tone was clipped, as though this was a formality he didn’t particularly care for.I frowned. “Thanks for the heads-up,” I muttered, already walking toward my room to change.I didn’t bother dressing up much—just a simple floral dress that fell just above my knees. Nothing fancy. If Lucas wasn’t going to put in the effort to tell me in advance, I wasn’t going to break my back to impress anyone.As we drove to Cole and Nicola’s house, Lucas barely said a word. He was distant, his focus fixed on the road. It was maddening. Every time I glanced at him

  • In Love With My Enemy    Chapter 30

    Isabella RooseveltThe café was a pastel paradise, its walls painted in soft blush pink with accents of cream and mint green. Fairy lights dangled from the ceiling, casting a warm glow, while potted plants and hanging ivy framed the windows, creating an inviting charm. The tables were small and round, each adorned with a tiny vase holding a single fresh daisy. Behind the counter, the barista worked with precision, her movements almost hypnotic as she crafted beautiful lattes with intricate foam art.I stood at the counter, waiting for my Americano, my gaze drifting to the dessert display filled with macarons, cupcakes, and dainty slices of pastel-colored cakes. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the scent of vanilla and sugar, wrapping around me like a comforting hug.“Wooohooo, Isabella!”I snapped out of my daze, turning toward the sound. Nicola was waving enthusiastically from a corner table, a wide grin on her face. I blinked, momentarily caught off guard, before I sm

  • In Love With My Enemy    Chapter 29

    Lucas HarringtonI woke up to a weight on my chest, the soft sound of snoring filling the otherwise quiet room. Blinking against the faint morning light seeping through the curtains, I glanced down—and froze.Isabella.She was sprawled across me, her cheek pressed to my chest, her lips slightly parted as she breathed deeply in her sleep. One arm was flung over my torso, and her fingers clutched my bicep with surprising strength, like she was afraid I’d disappear.Oh.Wow.Alright.Not the worst way to wake up.I wasn’t exactly a cuddler—far from it. I valued my personal space and avoided situations like this. But this? This wasn’t bad at all. Her warmth seeped into me, her small frame fitting against mine in a way that felt… annoyingly natural.I swallowed, trying to ignore how soft her skin looked or how her hair smelled faintly of vanilla.NO, Lucas.I knew I needed to move her. Lying here like this was dangerous—for my sanity, if nothing else. But as I shifted slightly, her face sc

  • In Love With My Enemy    Chapter 28

    Isabella Roosevelt“Can I get my pillow and blanket?” I asked, standing awkwardly at the edge of the bed, my fingers twisting nervously as I avoided looking directly at Lucas. The very idea of sleeping next to him—shirtless him—was enough to make my head spin.How on earth was I supposed to fall asleep with my massive crush lying a few feet away? Lucas glanced up from where he was casually leaning against the headboard, his phone in hand, and raised a brow. “Alright, I’ll get it,” he said, pushing off the bed with an effortless grace that had no right being so attractive. I swallowed hard, my gaze following him as he walked out of the room. His broad, muscular back flexed with each step, his bare shoulders rolling in a way that made it impossible to look away. The man was built like a Greek god, and the low-slung sweat pants hanging off his hips didn’t help matters. I need some holy water. Help me, God.As soon as he left, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. I stare

  • In Love With My Enemy    Chapter 27

    Isabella RooseveltI stared at the clock on the bedside table: 2:03 a.m. The faint glow of the numbers illuminated the dark room, a constant reminder that I was wide awake while the rest of the world slept. My mind replayed every moment of the client dinner earlier that evening, each detail clawing at me with relentless intensity. I hated it. Hated how much I wanted Lucas, how every glance, every fleeting touch set my skin ablaze. And hated even more the bitter truth that I could never have him. "This might just be Stockholm syndrome," I muttered to myself, trying to make light of the storm swirling inside me. But the humor fell flat. My chest felt tight, my emotions too overwhelming to ignore. I needed to get out of here—out of this house, out of his house. Without allowing myself time to second-guess the impulse, I threw off the covers and grabbed my wallet and phone. My fingers found a soft shawl hanging on the back of a chair, and I draped it over my shoulders, realizing too la

  • In Love With My Enemy    Chapter 27

    Isabella Roosevelt We both stood up as an older man entered the restaurant, his steps steady but carrying the weight of experience and authority. He smiled when he saw Lucas—a small, reserved smile—but when his gaze shifted to me, it softened, warming considerably. “Ah, so you’re the one who finally saddled this man,” he said, his tone begrudging but laced with subtle amusement. “Now maybe he can keep his paws off my daughter.” The comment caught me completely off guard. My eyes widened as I glanced at Lucas, but he remained unfazed, raising his hands in mock surrender. “I didn’t do anything with her,” Lucas said, his tone calm but tinged with mild annoyance. “Yeah, sure,” Mr. Nagasaki replied bitterly, his eyes narrowing. “My daughter came onto you, because you’re such a Casanova.” Lucas exhaled softly, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips before he quickly replaced it with a more serious expression. “I’m sorry for everything, Mr. Nagasaki,” he said, his voice u

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