All Chapters of BOUND TO THE ENEMY: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Carla felt something in her chest, a great pressure that seemed to cover her stomach and explode right there, disconcerting."Carla!" He ran and covered her with the umbrella. "What are you doing?""No. What are you doing here?!" With that question, she ran ahead of him towards her house.He gritted his teeth, but couldn't stand to argue in the rain, which, despite the umbrella, was partially wetting him. He ran after her and they met on the roofed porch as she shook off the excess water to locate the front door, keys inside her handbag."Gimme, I'll help you...""No," she cut him off, emphasizing the movement of her hands on the purse he pretended to grab. "That's it," she announced when the door listened to her after using the key.They went into the house.She turned on the light and in front of Max's eyes, an entire wooden house unfolded. It smelled of flowers, flour, and something like sugar. Suddenly cookies bring back memories of times in his life that he had not recalled."Wh

Christmas Eve arrived. It was a few hours before the beginning of the celebration.The most disconcerting thing for Carla, in all her life, was not having recognized an evildoer, an obstacle of her boss Maximiliano Bastidas, some months ago. Or collaborating with the city's justice system, or with the authorities, to have one of the most wanted men in the whole country imprisoned. Much less that those events that happened not so long ago made her and Max interact better, get to know each other a little more, just a little, and come to feel something, a kind of attraction that could be summed up physically.Nor was it finding out that her father had thought of her at a certain point in her life and left her an inheritance she did not want, much less signing a non-disclosure agreement and a prenuptial document, something she had never thought of doing, at least not under those circumstances and much less without a lawyer to back her up. What was truly disconcerting was receiving at home

The task was done for Maximiliano. The prenuptial contract was in front of him, George had sent it to him.The plans of the English property too there, on the other side, he had been looking at them since the morning, after the discussion with Carla in the living room of his house. Never forget the reason that business strategy exists and is worth it.He leaned his body against his chair and sighed, felt pissed off with himself. Never treated a woman the way he had treated Carla that morning. Her face seething, desperate to carve out trenches where could protect herself, where she could sit and understand that could demand her rights, demonstrating, with her annoyance, that don't and wouldn't agree with any of the decisions he made and would make from now on. The situation, the subtle mistrust, the future wedding, having her at home, the December pressure, getting married, and even Carla's very existence were hitting his judgment. Also, he was aware that he liked her. If she hadn't s

An hour later, the CEO parked in front of Carla Davis' house. It was almost midnight, so if his plan worked, he had to hurry up."B.J., I'm right behind you."The bodyguard, with the loudspeaker on, corroborated the information his boss gave him."Sir?""You can go. "The street has cameras yet?"Correct. They were re-installed recently, but we hadn't put them to work until we received the order.""I'll give it now. Connect with them, you don't need to be here. Get some rest and Merry Christmas.""Are you sure, sir?""Merry Christmas, B.J." Max reiterated and hung up the call.He stepped out of the vehicle, still wearing his tuxedo.He pulled a package from the passenger seat and walked to the front door of Carla's house.He sighed deeply, avoiding that strange feeling that had settled in the pit of his stomach since he parked in front of the house.He watched as B.J. walked away, leaving him alone. Rang the doorbell a couple of times, heard the noise after a few minutes, and also kno

Rays of midday light streamed through the glass panels of the wide windows of that luxurious room.Daniel Glint, with his eyes closed, wrinkled his face from the discomfort and warmth that the brightness gave.On top of the large mattress of his bed began to wake up. Stirred his naked body between the sheets, managing to wake up little by little, rubbing his eyelids and massaging his temples. He was carrying a slight headache.It was the twenty-sixth of December. He had barely been able to celebrate the dates the day before, since on the twenty-fourth he had decided to open the GLINT bar, the largest and most original home of his most prized possessions.He looked to his right, he was not alone.He sighed, feeling annoyed with himself for being so absent-minded.He pulled himself up to a sitting position, resting his feet on the floor of his bedroom. He looked at the time on his cell phone, it was 12:30. He turned his face to the blonde still lying on the bed, apparently also naked.H