Bound to my Enemy Chapter 25

My grandfather was already seated when I arrived.

Sa chair. Sa desk. Sa unreadable expression.

He didn’t ask how I was. He never did.

"You’ve decided to co," he said, like it had ever been optional.

I sat across from him, folding my hands together so he wouldn’t see them shake. "You called."

"Yes." He studied for a mont, then leaned back. "There will be a dinner tomorrow night."

I waited.

"Zane Whitmore will be there," he continued. "It’s ti the engagent is made official."

My chest tightened. "I thought this was still... being discussed."

"It was," he said calmly. "It’s done now."

I swallowed. "And Ivy?"

"She’s out of this." His tone made it clear there would be no debate. "If you are truly ready to take her place, there are formalities to settle."

I looked down at the desk. The wood grain blurred for a second before I forced my focus back.

"What kind of formalities?"

"You’ll et with Zane today," my grandfather said. "You’ll sign the preliminary agreent between both families. If you’re serious, you won’t delay."

I hesitated. "Where?"

He opened a drawer and slid a card across the desk toward .

I picked it up.

An address. A company na I recognized instantly. One of the most visible firms in the city.

"It’s either you," he added, voice firm, "or Ivy. I suggest you keep that in mind."

I stood slowly. "I’ll go."

He nodded once, already reaching for a folder like the conversation was finished.

Outside, the air felt heavier than it should’ve.

I got into my car and sat there for a minute before turning the key. The card rested on the passenger seat, like it had weight.

I drove without music. Just the road and my thoughts.

Ivy’s face kept flashing in my mind. Her nervous smile. The way she’d looked when Zane said my na instead of hers.

It’s either or her.

The words echoed over and over.

Halfway there, the world tilted.

Just for a second.

The road blurred, my hands tightening on the steering wheel as my vision dimd at the edges.

Not now.

I sucked in a breath and another, pressing my foot harder on the gas just to keep moving. My head felt light, my heartbeat uneven.

You can’t stop. You can’t faint here.

The thought of soone calling an ambulance, of my brothers finding out, was enough to keep upright. I focused on the white lines on the road until the dizziness eased, leaving drained and shaken. The dizziness were getting more frequent which ant I had little ti before i couldn’t hide this from my brothers anymore. The thought left feeling grim.

By the ti I reached the building, my hands were cold.

I pulled into the first open spot I saw and parked. I didn’t move right away.

I rested my forehead against the steering wheel, breathing slowly. In. Out. Repeat.

Get it together.

After a few minutes, I straightened, smoothed my clothes, and reached for the door.

The building stood tall in front of , glass and steel.

I stepping out of the car.

And walked toward the entrance.