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Chapter 113:**Bryan’s POV I stared at Bella, wondering what sort of devil possessed her “So this… all of this… was about money.” “Of course it was,” she said smoothly, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. “You were perfect. The perfect man to guarantee I would never go back to being… nothing.” Her lips twisted. “Do you know what it’s like to be invisible, Bryan? To be the girl everyone overlooks? To be reminded, every second, that you are replaceable, worthless? I swore I would never feel that way again. I desired to be like Christiana. I dated her father to have her kind of life, but I didn’t want to settle with an old man like Giveon Salazar, I wanted someone hotter, someone I can show off to my friends, one who is active in bed, one who I wake up to, looking at his handsome face… and then you came along.” Her voice cracked, but her eyes stayed hard. “You were the answer to my prayers. And I won’t let that go. Not for anyone. Not even Christiana.” The venom in
Craving The Enemy's Husband Chapter 112 : Are you the devil?
Chapter 112 : Are you the devil? Bryan’s POV “Are you the devil?” The words tore from my throat, hoarse, broken, desperate. My chest heaved, my voice raw, but I couldn’t stop staring at her, at the blood streaking down her forehead, running in jagged trails across her cheekbones, dripping steadily down her neck. Her eyes caught the dim light, wild and glittering, feverish with something I couldn’t name. She had that twisted, unnatural curve of her lips, too wide, too pleased, too wrong. It didn’t belong on Bella, didn’t belong on any human face. She was the devil, no doubt. She stood in the middle, her silk dress torn and hanging askew, her bare feet sticky against the polished wood floor where droplets of blood had already begun to pool. The rise and fall of her chest was sharp, unhinged, as though every breath fuelled the madness burning inside her. “Yes,” she whispered at last. The sound crawled down my spine. Her voice cracked, raw yet sharp, like glass breaking under press
Craving The Enemy's Husband Chapter 111: Got married to a devilish monster
Chapter 111: Got married to a devilish monster **Christiana’s POV** The quiet of my apartment was a rare comfort, a kind of silence that wrapped itself around me like a gentle shield from everything outside. I curled deeper into the couch, knees tucked beneath the blanket draped across my lap, the soft fabric warming the ache in my body. On the coffee table sat the remnants of my latest craving, a plate with crumbs, streaks of honey glistening under the lamplight, and a faint smear of butter still softening at the edge of the bread. Pregnancy had turned me into a creature of strange hungers; tonight it had been bread drenched in honey, the sweetness so overwhelming it coated my tongue until, finally, it settled the restless knot in my stomach. The lavender candle flickered on the side table, its fragrance threading through the room, delicate but grounding. Shadows swayed along the walls with every tremor of the flame, wrapping the space in a warm cocoon. For the first time in what
Craving The Enemy's Husband Chapter 110: Bitchhhhhh
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Craving The Enemy's Husband Chapter 109: Insane Bitch
Chapter 109: Insane Bitch **Bryan’s POV** The engine ticked as it cooled behind me, the only sound in the stillness of the night. I closed the car door quietly, the weight of the day still pressing against my ribs, my chest knotted with exhaustion. The keys in my hand felt like lead, each one a reminder of a house that had ceased to feel like mine long ago. All I wanted was to slip in, gather a few things, and retreat back to the fragile promise of hope I had begun to find with Christiana. Bella was outside, waiting as though she had known exactly when I would arrive. Perched cross-legged on the swing, that’s her favourite spot outside, she looked like a grotesque guardian in the moonlight. The very same swing she had claimed the night I returned from kissing Christiana for the first time, as if she had marked it as her watchtower. The chains groaned softly with her swaying, a slow, deliberate rhythm that carried a strange menace. Her hair that was always perfectly polished was a
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