The billionaire's Enemy
The only other time Emilia had ever heard that name was weeks ago—barely a whisper in the early grey hours before dawn. Adrian had been in his study, speaking on the phone in a low, furious growl, believing she wasn’t awake enough to catch it. She wasn’t even meant to hear her own husband most days. Yet the name had drifted toward her like smoke through a keyhole, dark and acrid.
Lucien.
It had sounded like a warning then. A c***k in Adrian’s otherwise unbreakable composure. But with so many parts of this arranged, reluctant marriage shrouded in secrecy, Emilia had let it slip away. There were already too many riddles, too many questions she had learned not to ask.
But everything changed that evening.
Everything.
And the name that once curled faintly at the e
