All Chapters of The Perfect Enemy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Tears clouded my vision as I watched the emergency team hurry up the stairs to Beverly's bedroom. I was on the floor next to her, my heart racing wildly. I held my breath as I saw them remove her beautiful dress, working quickly and purposefully. They started to apply white bandages to her wounds, trying desperately to stop the bleeding. I felt frozen with fear and helplessness, entirely overwhelmed by the seriousness of what was happening. I had never experienced anything so terrifying before.In the midst of the turmoil swirling in my mind, I could hear the detective's calm voice cutting through the chaos, urgently asking, "Is she the victim? How is she doing?"The person they were referring to had been confirmed as a victim. We had caught her attacker, who was found sitting in his car just outside the building. He was taken into custody and then rushed to the hospital to treat injuries on his right shoulder, chest, and face. It seemed the victim had shown remarkable courage, fighti

Nick smiled, his right brow arched in playful defiance as he countered. “Maybe you don’t remember because you never asked. Of course, I trust you. A woman as lovely as you with a successful business and fantastic track record—why wouldn’t I? Everyone speaks so highly of you and your capabilities.” “Thank you for your kind words and for having faith in me. But I’m quite certain I’ve asked you that question at some point during our time together these past few months,” I replied.Nick’s voice was low and smooth, laced with intrigue. As he leaned forward, escaping the shadows and letting the soft candlelight illuminate his striking features. He exuded an air of commanding masculinity, clean-shaven, his dark hair meticulously styled, every inch radiating confidence. “I’m in Paris, in the company of an exquisite woman. Who has filled my head with fantasy and romantic notions of things I haven't entertained in quite some while. Who wouldn’t want to stay here as long as they could? So,

I took a deep breath as I slammed my eyes shut tight! A tear of pain traveled down my cheek."Move away from the door," Nick said in a low, rough tone. When I heard his voice, I thought, 'I'm still alive?' I kept telling myself this was an illusion as I eased my back away from the wall and moved slowly. Nick passed yet another shaft of light from the window. We locked eyes, and again, even as tears slid down my cheeks, I seized with that sensation in my heart that somehow connected to his heart. His eyes are dark, darker than I have ever seen, but not only dark but piercing.His jawline is slightly sucked in; I can't seem to shake it. It's like when you catch a whiff of something that transports you somewhere, like a half-forgotten dream floating away. All you remember is a feeling, and all my feelings surrounding Nick are good."It isn't what you think," I said from her tight throat as I backed up into my bedroom. Once I crossed the sill of the bedroom door, he was on me in a flas