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Chapter Thirty Seven: The Forged Voice Message.
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2026-07-09 04:57:40
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Contract With My Hidden Enemy Chapter Thirty Eight: The Queen Arrival
The status bar on the tablet screen was forwarding the message with agonizing slowness. Sending... 72%... 85%... “Come on,” I whispered, my thumb pressing down so hard on the glass it left a white smudge on the screen. My heart kept beating fast, because I was so scared. “Oh Lord! Please let Silas look at his screen before he gets there.” “Vienne! Calm down, don't kill yourself. Do you realize your body is getting red?” Lena burst out, her voice laced with sudden panic. I stared down at my hands and truly, yes—my skin was turning a blotchy, furious red. It was a physical reaction that only ever happened whenever I got really, really scared and completely overwhelmed with nerves. “Vienne, we need to move out of this library,” my mother said, her voice cutting through my panic like a splash of ice water. She had already walked over to the library's arched windows, watching the dark clouds of smoke beginning to rise in the far distance toward the lower sectors. “I want to see E
Contract With My Hidden Enemy Chapter Thirty Seven: The Forged Voice Message.
The live video of Victor Laurent remained on Elias's tablet, his confident smile filling the screen as reporters crowded tightly around the podium.Behind him hung the massive, gleaming Vane Global insignia.The same insignia Silas had spent years bleeding to protect. Now, Victor was standing there, trying to strip it away and take everything for himself.“...Good morning,” Victor's smooth, televised voice echoed through the live broadcast, sending a violent shiver down my spine. “I appreciate everyone for attending on such short notice.”Silas didn't hesitate for a single second after that sentence. He let go of my wrist, his face turning an ash-cold color that looked far more terrifying than his usual anger. With three long, silent strides, he reached the heavy library doors, ready to go claim what was rightfully his before Victor could completely steal his empire.He threw the doors open so hard the brass handle screamed against the walls.Standing in the dimly lit corridor, bathed
Contract With My Hidden Enemy Chapter Thirty Five: A Dead Woman’s Voice
The words hung in the air like I wasn’t even comfortable anymore. Not like I was before though but it became worse. “The traitor is already at the office. Your time is limited.”My mother’s voice was smoother than I had imagined it in my dreams, but it carried a chilling tone that seemed to drop the temperature in the library by ten degrees. She stood there, perfectly framed by the doorway of Room 7, looking less like a ghost and more like a queen returning as if she had never left.I stood completely frozen, genuinely wondering how she had gotten here. My mind was spinning so fast I even began to think I was the only one seeing her—that seeing her already made me lose my mind.Silas didn’t lower his gun. His knuckles were so tight that it turned white against the grip of his gun, his massive frame visibly with a nervous energy. His dark eyes darted from the woman in the navy trench coat down to the silver key resting on the floorboards between them, then back up.“Mary Caelthorne,”
Contract With My Hidden Enemy Chapter Thirty Four: Limited Time
Nobody dared to move. Everyone stood where they were though Silas and Evelyn kept disturbing for the key. Silas’s hand remained extended in front of my face, his palm open, his fingers completely unmoving. His dark eyes locked onto mine, burning with a mix of authority and an intense, raw frustration. He wasn't just asking for the key—he was demanding control over the chaos that had just invaded his home.“Vienne,” he repeated, his voice dropping into a dangerously low tone that vibrated right through my chest. “The key. Now.”Evelyn’s expression had changed completely. The unshakable confidence she’d worn since she walked into the library was entirely gone. For the first time, no I don’t think I should say for the first time; she looked deeply uneasy. “No! Give it to me, Vienne. I’m trying to stop Silas from blocking you. You have to know the truth!”“Evelyn, step back, you liar,” Silas growled, his voice cutting through her words. “Vienne, trust me, she is lying to you. This is the
Contract With My Hidden Enemy Chapter Thirty Three: The Trust interrupted
The silence inside the library stretched so long that i could even hear the clock tickling clearly. “Vienne,” Silas said. His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried that terrifying weight that made me scared. “What key is she talking about? What Tea?”I couldn’t look him in the eye. My fingers were still trembling inside my pocket, pressed against the sharp metal edges of the key. “Silas, I…”“She won't tell you, Silas,” Evelyn interrupted smoothly. She began to descend from the stairs coming towards us, her heels making a soft, rhythmic *tap-tap-tap* that stopped the room from being quiet. “She didn't trust you enough to tell you someone broke into your secure bedroom while you were busy playing king downstairs.”Silas’s jaw clenched so hard a muscle twitched violently under his skin. He didn't look at Evelyn. His focus stayed entirely on me. “Is that why you asked if I came into the room this morning?”I swallowed the lump of dry panic in my throat and finally nodded. “There was a note
Contract With My Hidden Enemy Chapter Thirty Two: The Exposed Lie
“I should come to the library?” I repeated asking myself in a breathless whisper. I simply stared at the note. My skin broke out into goosebumps despite the warmth inside the room. This paper simply showed someone has entered the room while I and Lena was fast asleep. The perimeter were locked down. Silas had given his word. Elias had coded the blockades himself. And I didn’t padlock our door. Yet, someone had bypassed the Vane security grid, pushed open our bedroom doors and left a hot drink and a silver key sitting on the glass table.My heart hammered violently against my ribs as I picked up the small silver key. It was entirely cold, small enough to fit inside a delicate jewelry box. I quickly slid it into the pocket of the dark wool trousers I had hurriedly changed into, leaving the steaming tea untouched. I threw my damp hair into a tight ponytail, refusing to drink a single drop from the tea when I didn't even know whose hands had prepared it.I glanced back at Lena before l
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