Bound to my Enemy Chapter 133

Novel: Bound to my Enemy Author: EvaGrey Updated: Jun 08, 2026

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Now reading: Chapter 133 from Bound to my Enemy, a Romance novel by EvaGrey.

He grins slightly.

"Right."

Aaron cos at harder this ti.... His punches are heavier now but less controlled

One clips my shoulder, Another grazes my jaw.

Pain flares briefly.

Good..... pain is good so I welco it. Because the heat burning in my chest hasn’t cooled since Elaine walked out of this room.

Aaron throws another punch, I catch his wrist and twist then drive my knee into his thigh.

He grunts loudly and stumbles but I don’t give him ti to recover as I deliver twp fast strikes to his ribs and a hook to the jaw.

Aaron barely blocks the last one but the force still sends him staggering sideways.

He laughs breathlessly.

"Alright," he pants. "Now I know you’re pissed."

I don’t answer, I just move this ti faster than before.

Aaron tries to counter.

He’s good enough to keep up for a few seconds. But eventually the difference shows.

My fist connects clean with his cheek and his head snaps sideways. Before he can reset, I drive another punch into his stomach, that has air rusheing out of him in a harsh grunt.

Aaron drops to one knee but still stubborn enough to swing upward toward my ribs. I catch his arm and shove him backward and he hits the mat hard.

The thud echoing.

For a mont he just lies there breathing heavily as I wipe sweat from my brow with the back of my hand. My knuckles ache slightly.

Aaron groans.

"Okay," he mutters from the floor. "That one might’ve cracked sothing."

"You’ll live."

He rolls onto his side slowly.

"Very comforting."

I bend down and pick up my shirt from where I dropped it earlier, the fabric is damp when I pull it over my head and my muscles protest slightly as I move.

Good fight.

Aaron sits up, rubbing at his jaw.

I start walking toward the door but Aaron calls back to .

"Boss."

I don’t stop.

"Zane."

My hand almost reaches the door handle but I stop.

"This is because of her, isn’t it?"

I pause for a second then continue walking.

Behind Aaron exhales.

"You like her don’t you."

That stops and I turn slowly.

Aaron is still sitting on the mat, one arm draped over his knee, watching carefully, probably wondering if he just signed his own death warrant.

I look at him for a long mont.

Then when I speak, my voice is calm.

"Say one more word..."

Aaron straightens slightly.

"...and I’ll have your tongue served on a platter."

Silence drops like a weight as Aaron holds my gaze for a second.

Then he raises both hands slightly in surrender.

"Alright," he mutters. "ssage received."

I turn back toward the door and walk out.

Elaine’s POV.

Morning cos slowly and when I finally open my eyes properly, the room is quiet. The curtains are half open, letting in thin lines of sunlight that stretch across the bedroom floor and climb the edge of the bed.

For a mont I just lie there, staring at the ceiling.

Then I turn my head, to see that other side of the bed is empty.

Of course it is.

Zane rarely stays long in the mornings. Even on the nights he does sleep here, he usually disappears before the sun properly rises.

Still, my eyes linger on that side of the mattress. The sheets are slightly wrinkled and there’s a clear dent where soone slept. I know he ca in last night, I didn’t see him, but I felt the mattress dip soti in the middle of the night. Half asleep, I rember shifting slightly and catching the faint scent of his cologne mixed with that woodsy addictive scent of his.

He didn’t wake just got into bed and now he’s gone again.

I roll onto my back and rub a hand over my face. Nope. Not thinking about that this early in the morning.

I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and stand, stretching the stiffness out of my arms. My muscles protest imdiately, apparently punching soone repeatedly.....even if that soone is a giant brick wall like Zane.....has consequences. Even my ribs ache slightly when I stretch.

"Great," I mutter.

I walk into the bathroom, wash up, and get dressed in sothing simple: black leggings and an oversized sweater that falls past my hips. Comfortable enough for the house, warm enough for the chilly morning air.

Once I’m done, I stare at my reflection for a mont. My face still looks slightly puffy from sleep, bt there’s sothing lighter about my expression today. Probably because I finally talked to my sister yesterday.

The thought makes reach for my phone on the bedside table and I tap her contact. The ringing barely lasts two seconds before the screen lights up with Ivy’s face.

"Elaine!"

Her voice is bright enough to make smile instantly.

"Ivy."

Her cara wobbles for a second like she’s adjusting her phone.

She looks better today, there’s color in her cheeks, her hairs tied up into a ssy bun with a blanket draped around her shoulders like she’s still curled up sowhere comfortable.

"How are you feeling?" I ask imdiately.

"Better," she says, stretching the word. "Actually bettr."

"That’s good."

She narrows her eyes at through the screen.

"You look like you just woke up."

"I did."

"Lazy girl."

"Oh please," I scoff. "So of us had a stressful day."

Ivy grins.

"Married life already getting to you?"

I roll my eyes.

"Don’t start."