All Chapters of Married To My Husband's Sworn Enemy : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Lyla’s POV“What the hell is happening here?” I barked, my voice trembling with a mixture of confusion and anger as Sasha and Mrs. Karev threw my suitcase in front of me. The audacity they had was almost laughable. They expected me to cower in fear or, even worse, beg them for mercy. But that wasn’t going to happen. Not now. Not ever.I stood there, arms crossed, trying to calm the storm brewing inside of me. But it was hard. Really hard. I had put up with so much from these people already, and now they were crossing a line I hadn’t even known existed.Mrs. Karev, in all her self-righteous glory, glared at me. “You have to leave this house immediately! You’ve overstayed your welcome. Since you think you can do whatever you like, you might as well pack up and leave.”I couldn’t help myself. I burst out into uncontrollable laughter. It was the only reaction I could muster. It was just so absurd. There they were, thinking they had the upper hand, trying to push me out like I was some kin

Lyla’s POVThe house was eerily calm, quieter than usual. Everyone seemed to be keeping to themselves, with no disturbances or chatter. It felt like a strange kind of peace, one that left me alone in my thoughts. Most of the time, I preferred the solitude—especially lately. I was always locked away in my room, trying to find a sense of normalcy in a life that had become increasingly chaotic. Mrs. Karev had hardly been around, which was a relief in some ways.Sasha’s mother had insisted on postponing the wedding due to her European tour. The tour was apparently of great importance, and she wouldn’t be back for another four months. Sasha wasn’t pleased about it, but there was nothing she could do.“You cannot do this to me, mum! You’re telling me you can’t cancel your tour for the sake of my wedding? What kind of mother are you? Do you even care about anyone other than yourself?” I could hear Sasha shouting from the poolside. Her voice was filled with frustration, raw and desperate, as

Lyla’s POV“Kidnapped?” the words echoed around the room, each person’s voice a mixture of disbelief and confusion. The room seemed to freeze for a moment, the reality of what had been said hanging in the air like a dark cloud. The officer who had just spoken seemed certain, but I couldn't bring myself to accept it.“But who would want to do that?” I asked, my voice shaking with the weight of the question. “Bailey is my kid sister, and she’s so calm. I can’t think of anyone who would want to harm her, let alone kidnap her.” My words faltered, the gravity of the situation slowly sinking in. I wasn’t ready to believe that my younger sister, my baby sister, was in the hands of someone who wanted to do her harm. I wasn’t ready for that reality to be true.The officer gave me a solemn look, his gaze hard but not unkind. “Well, I’ve handled cases like this before, and I can tell you that most kidnappers don’t have any personal connection to their victims. Often, they’re just opportunists, o

Lyla’s POV“Now is not the time, Chad. How did you even get my number in the first place?” I asked, my voice sharp and tinged with frustration. My head was pounding, and we had been stuck on Bailey’s situation for days. There hadn’t been any substantial updates in what felt like forever, and the silence was starting to get to me. The anxiety, the not knowing—it was wearing me thin. I had no idea how Chad had gotten my contact information. I never used the complimentary card he gave me when we met, and the fact that he had my number felt… suspicious.“Look, Lyla, I just care about you. That’s all,” Chad’s voice came through the phone, softer than usual, almost gentle. “I heard about Bailey’s kidnapping, and I just want you to know that I’ll be here if you need me.”His words caught me off guard. Chad had never sounded so genuine in my life. There was something in the way he spoke, a sincerity I hadn’t heard before. It brought a strange sense of peace to my troubled mind, but it also ma

Lucas’s POV“I exchanged contacts with Sofia. She was the one who insisted, and it would’ve been rude to turn her down. She was all over me last night. She didn’t want to let me go; she was grinding and whining her waist on me. I won’t lie to you, bro! I felt really uncomfortable. What if Bella saw us together? It would’ve been disastrous. I couldn’t even hold hands with her. My eyes were busy scanning the whole environment, trying to make sure no one saw us,” I said into the phone, narrating the events of the previous night to James. He already knew who Sofia was—he’d been there with me back in high school. He knew how much trouble she used to cause.“Dude, you need to avoid Sofia like the plague!” James’s voice came through clearly, a mix of frustration and disbelief. “You know that girl is trouble! You always got into trouble because of her back then in school. You never did your assignments because you were always focusing on her, helping her with hers. You were always late to sch