Seduced by the Enemy

The moment Adeline Carter stepped into the ballroom, she felt dozens of eyes shift toward her. She kept her smile polite and poised as she moved through the crowd, nodding at familiar faces and exchanging brief greetings. Tonight was supposed to be a celebration, or at least, that was what her father wanted everyone to think.

Deep down, she still couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that her father, the same man who had spent years downplaying her abilities, had actually thrown a party in her honor.

Jonathan Carter was the kind of man who believed women belonged in the background, pleasant, silent, and supportive, but tonight, Adeline wasn’t the one standing quietly behind anyone. She was the center of attention, all because of the one thing her father valued above everything else: power.

And power, in this case, came in the form of a business deal. A multi-billion-dollar partnership between Carter Global Holdings and a massive Japanese conglomerate, Kiyoshi Enterprises, stretching across three continents. It was the sort of deal that could make or break entire empires, one her father had been chasing for years, with each of her four older brothers taking a turn and failing miserably.

Each failure had only reinforced Jonathan’s belief that it was impossible, especially after his eldest son, Nathan, the family’s golden boy, came back empty-handed.

Adeline had been handed the project in desperation, a last-ditch effort from a man who didn’t believe she could succeed anyway. It was supposed to be a symbolic gesture, not a real chance, but three months later, she had done what none of her brothers could. She closed the deal, secured the partnership, and forced her father to acknowledge her success publicly. Tonight’s party was proof of that recognition, but she knew better than to mistake it for pride.

Across the room, Jonathan stood surrounded by his usual circle of powerful friends and flattering associates. When his gaze finally met hers, something unfamiliar flickered in his eyes, pride, maybe, but it didn’t last. It quickly faded into the familiar, calculating look of a man who never stopped measuring control. He smiled at her, raising a hand to call her closer.

“Adeline, my darling!” he greeted her when she reached him, pulling her into a hug so unexpected she almost flinched.

The contact felt foreign. Her father wasn’t a man who showed affection, not in private, and certainly not in public. The surprised looks on the faces around them confirmed that everyone else found it strange, too.

When he released her, Jonathan rested a hand on her shoulder and turned her toward a man standing beside him. “I’d like you to meet an old friend,” he said. “This is Henry Caldwell, CEO of Veridian Innovations.”

Henry extended his hand with a charming smile. “Adeline Carter. I’ve heard quite a lot about you.”

“I’m sure you have,” she replied smoothly, returning the handshake and meeting his eyes without hesitation. Years of being underestimated had taught her one thing—never look away.

“You’ll need to give your speech soon,” Jonathan said. “But first, find your husband. He should be standing beside you when you address everyone.”

'Of course.' Adeline hid a sigh. Her father’s obsession with appearances meant her husband had to be visible at her side, proof of balance, of propriety, and of the idea that a woman’s success still needed a man’s shadow beside it.

“Yes, Father,” she replied evenly before walking away.

Her husband, Patrick Sterling, had been chosen for her by Jonathan. Patrick was ten years older, dull, and painfully self-satisfied, but he came from the “right” family with the “right” connections, and that had been enough. Pretending to love him in public was infinitely harder than closing a billion-dollar deal.

She had barely made it halfway across the room when she almost collided with someone, but when she looked up to apologize, she froze.

Julian Hale.

Tall, broad-shouldered, with unruly dark-blond hair and gray-green eyes that always seemed to dance with mischief and arrogance. He was effortlessly handsome in that infuriating way that made her want to punch him just to wipe that smirk off his face.

“Well, well,” he drawled, his tone smooth and teasing. “Didn’t expect to see you tonight, Carter.”

Her eyes narrowed. “What the hell are you doing at my party, Hale?”

Julian’s grin widened, boyish and provoking. “Your father invited me. It’s hard to say no to one’s godfather, don’t you think?”

Of course. Jonathan Carter and Edward Hale, Julian’s father, had once been best friends and business partners before turning into rivals. They maintained what one could call a dangerously competitive friendship, filled with power plays and lots of threats.

Julian had inherited all of it, the intelligence, the dangerous confidence, and the ability to get under her skin without even trying.

“Then enjoy the party,” Adeline said coolly. “And do us both a favor, stay far away from me.”

She turned to leave, but his next words stopped her cold.

“Looking for your husband, by any chance?” he asked, his tone light.

She turned back, suspicious. “Why?”

Julian’s smirk deepened. “No reason, but if I were you, I’d avoid the men’s restroom.”

Something in his voice made her stomach drop. She didn’t bother replying. Instead, she walked off, her heels clicking loudly against the marble floor. At the restroom door, she hesitated. It could’ve been one of Julian’s games since she knew that he loved provoking her almost as much as he loved winning against her, but then she heard it—a muffled sound from inside.

Without thinking, she pushed the door open and froze.

Patrick was inside. His hands gripped the sink counter as his body pressed against a woman bent forward in front of him, a woman with long dark hair.

Adeline’s assistant, Mara Lewis.

Her nails dug into her palms, but her face stayed calm. She’d learned long ago that composure was the best weapon.

“Patrick,” she said evenly.

He stiffened, turning toward her, pale and startled. Mara spun around too, her eyes wide with panic.

“Get dressed,” Adeline ordered quietly. “You have three minutes to meet me back in the ballroom. We have a speech to give.”

Neither of them moved, stunned by her calm tone. She turned and walked out, closing the door behind her.

When she returned to the party, her father was waiting, microphone in hand. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Jonathan called out proudly, “my brilliant daughter has a few words for you.”

As she stepped up, Patrick appeared behind her, sliding his hand around her back, and without even looking at him, she shifted away.

“Thank you, Father,” she began, her voice clear. “And thank you all for being here tonight. It’s an honor to celebrate with you.”

The crowd quieted, clearly expectant, and the cameras flashed even more in her face.

“Everyone thought this partnership was impossible,” she said, pausing as her eyes swept the room. “But I believed in myself, and tonight, I stand here as proof that faith and persistence matter more than doubt.”

Applause filled the room, but she wasn’t finished.

“There’s one more thing I’d like to share,” she added, and silence fell again.

“Patrick and I,” she said slowly, “are getting a divorce.”

The crowd erupted into gasps, whispers, and camera shutters clicking in rapid succession. Her father looked stunned, while Patrick gaped at her in disbelief.

“What?” he hissed, grabbing her arm. “Adeline, what are you doing?”

Ignoring him, she faced the reporters now pushing closer.

“Why the divorce?” one of them shouted.

Adeline’s lips curved slightly. She knew what they wanted, a story of betrayal and humiliation at her own expense, but she wouldn’t give them that satisfaction. She wasn't about to become the woman who was cheated on by a good-for-nothing like Patrick.

“I fell in love with someone else,” she said.

The room exploded into noise. Questions, even more flashes, and murmurs that made her head spin a little. Patrick looked ready to combust, but Adeline didn’t even glance at him. Instead, her gaze found Julian Hale, standing at the back of the room with a faint, knowing smile.

Before she could second-guess herself, she walked straight toward him.

Julian didn’t move as she approached, but his smirk softened into something unreadable, and then, without a word, Adeline reached for him and kissed him.

The kiss was fierce and deliberate, with anger, defiance, and something electric sparking under her skin, and contrary to what she expected from her worst enemy, a man she believed couldn't stand her as much as she couldn't stand him, Julian responded instantly, pulling her closer and deepening it until the room fell utterly silent around them.

When she finally pulled back, the world felt different.

Her hand stayed pressed to his chest as she faced the stunned crowd.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Adeline said evenly, “Julian Hale and I are lovers.”