All Chapters of Marrying the Enemy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Rose was stunned to hear the words of the police. What would happen to her father and nephew if she ended up in prison? Rose was getting dizzy and restless. The fear was so strong that it made her whole body shiver with cold sweat dripping down.   She glanced at the nameplate on the table, the policeman was named Sebastian. Rose lifted her head slowly and turned to face the faces that had bullied her for a long time. Strangely, Sebastian didn't seem happy when the offer to imprison her was made.   "If she is imprisoned, can we still get compensation?" Mr. Oswaldo's question explained the astonishment in Rose's heart.   The woman laughed inwardly, ridiculing her own mind that thought if everyone sympathized, pity her. In fact, they are all only worried about the compensation money. That's right, money and former neighbors who will vote for the ex?   "I will pay in installments little by little the mon

"W--what are you doing here?" Rose pushed Robert's body away from the inn room door.   He didn't expect that the man would finally find out where she was hiding. Rose steadied Robert with misgivings, she was worried that the man would force her to take Kenzie from her, this time.   "You hid my son in a place like this?" Robert stared disdainfully at the door behind Rose.   The woman swallowed hard to shake off her guilt and nervousness. She also knew that this inn was far from appropriate for a small child to leave.   "It's only temporary, I'll find a place to live for all of us," she answered firmly with a smug look in her eyes.   "Leave the child to me, Rose, and your burden will be reduced by one."   "Give up? Didn't you ever want him, why do you suddenly want Kenzie so much now?" Rose made a cynical noise.   She didn't want Kenzie to

In his luxurious apartment, Robert stared alone in a large empty room. He sat on the verandah, gazing out at the night sky of Miami. The hustle and bustle of the night world below is inversely proportional to the silence of his heart.   The man sat quietly while enjoying a glass of red wine in a convex glass in his hand. The blue netra looked cold, as cold as the night breeze. The warmth of the wine was unable to warm his feelings.   Robert took a deep breath and turned to look at the phone that wouldn't stop ringing. There is no visible desire to answer the call. He even turned off his cell phone.   "Robert, bring that child back into our family, immediately. How could you let your seed be so carelessly scattered, aren't you worried that the news will spread and your reputation will be damaged?" Again, Michelle's mother's words echoed in his ears.   Scandal! Of course, that was something the Miller

"How much is a janitor's job?" Rose's question took Clara by surprise.   The girl who was two years younger than Rose looked at her new best friend in surprise. Dirty work as a cleaning service is mostly avoided by young girls, let alone beautiful ones. It's only in television dramas that it exists.   "Only about fifteen dollars an hour," Clara replied.   Rose thought for a moment, the salary for working late at night was greater than the work in the morning and afternoon she did. This additional work is quite helpful for Rose's needs, although it is still far from paying for the losses that will take some time to pay off.   "I think the job suits me better."   Clara looked at Rose in surprise. She couldn't believe that her friend was so determined. The lure of a large amount of money didn't just make Rose tempted. The woman seemed to have self-esteem that is difficult to negotia

Rose flinched when she felt something with a sinister aura looming over her. She winced in pain when she felt a strong hand squeeze her shoulder. The girl immediately looked up and saw a dark brown-skinned young man staring at her intently. "What do you see, Miss?" The horrible hissing snake-like sound sounded like venom in Rose's ears. Rose glanced with her head still lowered, a tattoo adorned the man's dark hand that she couldn't understand the shape of. The girl then looked at the half-dying man in front of her, motionless in his weak state. Suddenly out of nowhere, the woman squeezed the mop stick tightly in her hand. She had seen the injustice that made her soul struggle. The anger that had been suppressed for so long burst out. "I see injustice," she hissed slowly. Rose glanced at the man's hand that was squeezing her shoulder and for some reason the man slowly let go of his hand.