All Chapters of Wedded To My Enemy: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

NATASHAAfter Elena informed me that Sevastian left the villa, I already have a hunch that he might also find Neo’s drawing intriguing, especially when he also knows that Neo is not a child who can easily share something about his past. When I arrived at my son’s room, I knew he was there listening to our little conversation. He might hide when I left the room but I was not stupid for not noticing his shadows, however, I didn’t pay attention to his petty little actions because I was busy with the things I wanted to know. I stride and move toward the balcony, wrapping my shawl around my shoulders as I step outside. The night air was cool and carried the faint scent of jasmine from the garden below. The moon hung heavy in the sky, its pale glow a stark contrast to the dark horizon. I crossed my arms, staring at the shimmering light reflecting off the dew-kissed grass.By this time, Sevastian may know the truth, right? Silas gave me information that Sevastian was already meeting wit

CELESTINA As I stared madly at my twin sister, suddenly two men came inside. My heart skipped a beat. "Bring her down," Valeria’s voice rang through the silence, cold and final.I barely had time to react before two of her men grabbed me by the arms, yanking me from my spot. I fought against their hold, my nails biting into their flesh, my heels digging into the floor as I tried to resist. I won’t go down without a fight. I won’t let that murderer win.“Let me go!” I hissed, thrashing, kicking, doing everything I could to free myself. I fought like a wild animal, desperate to hold onto whatever shred of dignity I had left. But they were stronger and bigger. The men laughed, holding me tighter, dragging me down the long corridor toward the basement. The cold stone walls echoed with the sound of my struggles, but there was no one around to hear.“Valeria!” I yelled, glaring over my shoulder. My voice was hoarse, raw with fury. “What the hell do you think you're doing?!”The last

CELESTINAThrough the dim glow of the basement, my eyes were fixed on the screen before me. The television was embedded into the stone wall. It was too perfect and intentional, as if built for the sole purpose of tormenting me.And it was working.The grainy black-and-white footage showed the entrance of the mansion, where he walked in.Sevastian Ortega stormed inside, his sharp, furious presence making Carson step back instinctively. Behind him, the Ortega men followed, moving like shadows. Silent, deadly, unwavering. They filled the grand foyer, tension crackling in the air like a live wire.I sucked in a breath, gripping my chains, my heart slamming against my ribs.Sevastian’s jaw was clenched, his dark eyes filled with unrestrained fury. I had never seen him like this so untamed and lethal.Carson moved to block the stairs, his expression unreadable, but I knew him too well. He would never simply allow Sevastian to barge in.“Where is she?” Sevastian demanded, his voice cut

SEVASTIANA faint glow pulsed against my wrist.It was subtle, barely noticeable but to me, it was a signal loud as a gunshot that Natasha had successfully done it.Celestina was out.Relief flickered in my chest, but I didn’t let it show. Not yet, while I’m facing this witch. Velaria was still beneath me, her lips parted, her eyes filled with something wicked. Huh. This bitch she thought she had successfully fooled me, what an idiot and foolish woman she is. Before she could reach for me again, I moved.My hand shot up, wrapping around her throat in a brutal grip.Her smirk vanished.She gasped, her nails clawing at my wrist as she tried to pry me off, but I tightened my hold, watching as her face twisted from arrogance to panic.“Did you really think I wouldn’t know?” My voice was a deadly pan.Velaria choked, her fingers scrambling to push me away. She was strong, but I was stronger.I leaned closer, my breath fanning against her ear.“You disgust me.”A small, pitiful sound e

SEVASTIAN I couldn’t wait enough to go back home. My mind raced, my hands gripped the wheel with a fury I couldn’t contain. Every mile between me and Natasha’s house felt like an eternity. I couldn’t stop thinking about her, about my wife, Celestina Ortega.What the hell happened? Why hasn't Natasha informed me yet? I bombarded her with messages and calls but she didn’t answer. When I finally arrived, my body was already taut with tension, the kind that only came when I was about to face something dangerous, or something that could shatter me.I stormed into the house, barely sparing the staff a glance. I had one focus, and one focus only.“Elena!” I barked as I crossed the foyer, my voice sharp as a whip.The head maid appeared quickly, her hands trembling slightly as she approached. Her eyes darted nervously, sensing the dark storm brewing inside me.“Where is she?” I demanded.“M-madam Celestina is in the guest room, sir.” Elena stammered.“Follow me.” I snapped, not needing an