All Chapters of BOUND TO THE ENEMY: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

She just needed to get away from him, at least away, away for a while, and she didn't realize the magnitude of that decision until her eyes collided with the Christmas decorations, the snow, and the bustle of people making life on the streets of London.She walked, needed to.Bundling up tightly, adjusting the thick scarf around her neck, and covering her head with the hood of her coat, Carla walked around the hotel and beyond, her eyes on everything, her mind elsewhere, and her heart trying to arm herself to survive.Sadness gripped, but her tears were already shed. Anger argued with the former feeling to rule her heart. Life was simple until her famous father passed away; she never thought she had longed for him to live. Fred Davison was not a man enlisted in her mind, she never remembered him, not even to hate him. Between living across the ocean, her job, the gym, keeping her house warm, paying the bills, and saving to someday take out the housing plan she had dreamed of, her Mr.

Max smiled, scrubbing his eyelids again, and then said goodbye, hanging up the call.He looked at the time on his wristwatch: 20:00 hours. He'd agreed to call George and Lenis, his mother and Peter as well, to congratulate them, maybe make a video call with them, but he'd still let them enjoy themselves; it was early there, and besides, he didn't feel like feeling sorry for himself.He downed the contents of the glass in one gulp and set it down on the wall ledge that enclosed the air-conditioned place, which, besides being gigantic and very modern, full of top quality furnishings and current designs all gray, light blue, black, and white, was surrounded by walls half wall, half glass, with giant square panels that gave the sensation of being outdoors, counting the roof of pergola, iron and glass that allowed to see the sun in the middle of the day, the falling snow, the rain and the stars, being hail and humidity proof.The elevator came to a full stop and opened its doors. Maximili

"Will you kiss me whenever you want?" asked a heated Carla touching her lips, lips that still hurt from Maximiliano's fierce outburst."Couples kiss, Carla, do you want me to remind you that I'm your husband?"Paralyzed for two seconds, she burst out laughing."This is crazy." She was still laughing, more and more amazed at how things were going, placing her gaze on no specific place, touching her face, shaking her head."In a few hours, this year will be over. Are we going to celebrate by arguing?""That's not my fault," she said."All right, it's all mine." He raised his palms in surrender. "Still, it's not worth it to be like this all the time. It's tiring and annoying. Besides," he put his hands in his pockets and smiled, "I can think of more ways to celebrate this important date."Carla raised her eyebrows, again stunned by what she had just heard."I remind you that this is not a day to celebrate, Maximiliano.""I know," he said softly and sincerely. He straightened up, erasing

"Sir?" B.J. got up from his seat when he saw his boss coming out of the main bedroom, the same one where Carla Davison de Bastidas was staying. "B.J., Carla asked to do this alone. She doesn't want anyone to interrupt her, and I couldn't convince her otherwise. I'll take care of this; maybe you can keep watch downstairs." "Sir, a group of reporters has landed at the entrance of the hotel." "Fuck." He sighed and rubbed her eyelids with renewed exhaustion. "What did you have in mind?" "To leave in the wee hours. We've already coordinated with hotel security to collaborate and guard all the exits, including the emergency exit, access to the kitchen, laundry, and fire escape." "All right, good job. Thank you for keeping me informed. Write to me. This will be quick, but then..." Max grimaced with resignation and regret. The guard nodded, understanding very well what his boss was talking about. "Don't worry, sir, I manage it." Max nodded and turned to look at the suite door. He want

"Daniel, I appreciate you calling to tell me about all this. I know it must be upsetting for you to have to accuse your flesh and blood, but I have to ask you a question." "Of course you do, I'll answer whatever you want." "Is there money involved? Do you think your cousin was paid to publish? I mean, the press in The City... They're the ones who have been following our wedding from the beginning. The truth is that I didn't expect them to come to this country and be capable of something like this." "It's most likely affirmative, my friend, that is also possible. There is likely money involved, yes." Max scrubbed his eyelids, feeling sorry that someone in the Glint family wanted to focus on always being the black sheep. "I'm sorry he's like that, Daniel, and I appreciate you bringing it to my attention." "Imagine what I'm feeling right now, Max. I'm about to kill him." Maximiliano smiled. Daniel was always exaggerating in the way he spoke and his opinions about everything. "Wel