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Chapter 83: Vulnerable
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Craving The Enemy's Husband Chapter 85: Grief
Chapter 85: Grief **Bryan’s POV** I woke up with a name on my lips. “Christiana…” It slipped out like a prayer, soft and fragile, carried on the thin breath of dawn. The sound startled me awake, dragging me from the haze of sleep into the stillness of the early morning. For a moment, I wasn’t sure if I had truly spoken, or if it had only been the echo of my dream. But then I felt the warmth lingering in my chest, the ghost of her touch still pressed against me, the memory of how she had held me when I had nothing left to hold on to. Her shoulder were damp from my tears. Her steady arms, refusing to let me fall apart alone. Her silence was so different from the world’s noise, reminding me that I wasn’t lost. She had been my anchor. My only reprieve from the storm and even in sleep, she had followed me here. Christiana. A rustle beside me broke the fragile quiet, I turned my head and saw Bella lying propped on one elbow. Her face was pale in the morning light but her eyes were
Craving The Enemy's Husband Chapter 84: Memories
Chapter 84: Memories**Tony’s POV**As the road stretched ahead, memories flooded in. I remembered the first time I saw her, years ago, when we were young, she had just returned from Chicago and wouldn’t stop talking about her ‘Bee’ that she was waiting for to come find her and marry her, I guess the fact that she was waiting for another man while I was there made me yearn more for her. Christiana Salazar, fiery, untouchable, already a queen in the making. I had wanted her so badly it burned. But I didn’t say it because I had been too afraid of ruining the bond we already had, too afraid that if I reached for more, I’d lose the little I had. So I told myself to wait and give her time. To let her take her throne first, let her secure her place in the Salazar empire, and then, then I would ask her to marry me. Then I would finally tell her that I had loved her from the beginning. But I had waited too long. I hadn’t seen Bryan coming. I hadn’t realized that while I stood back, playin
Craving The Enemy's Husband Chapter 83: Vulnerable
Chapter 83: Vulnerable **Tony’s POV** Christiana’s call had come to me like a cry through a storm, it was raw, piercing, impossible to ignore. The first time she rang, she hadn’t even spoken. Just silence broken by the sound of her sobbing. Each breathless hitch in her throat came through the line like it was happening in my own chest. And God help me, I cherished it, not her pain, the fact that in her darkest moment, she had chosen me. Me, not Bryan. I guess she didn’t call him because he was mourning, but I still feel good that she called me. She must not have noticed I had picked, then she hung up. I stood in the middle of my room, pacing tight circles like a caged animal, staring at my phone as if I could will it to ring again. Every second dragged sharp across my nerves. I was ready to drop everything for the smallest chance to be near her. And then, like an answered prayer, her name lit up my screen. Her voice was shaky, stretched thin, trembling on the edge of breaking.
Craving The Enemy's Husband Chapter 82: Kill?
Chapter 82: Kill?**Christiana’s POV** The kitchen tilted, spinning around me. My knees nearly buckled under the weight of the words. Her words rang in my ears, louder than the frantic rasp of my own breath. The same way I killed his mother? No. No, it couldn’t be true. Diane Adams had died in an accident. A horrible, bloody tragedy, yes, but still an accident. Hadn’t she? I stared up at Bella through wide, panicked eyes, searching her expression for a lie, for a tell, for anything that would prove this was another one of her cruel games. But there was nothing, no smirk, no mocking laugh. Only cold certainty staring back at me. She had killed Diane and now she was threatening me. My chest heaved, each breath scraping down my throat like glass. For the first time since I had set my sights on Bella Calamida, since I had sworn to destroy her, I felt fear. Real, bone-deep fear “You… killed her?” The words came out cracked, broken, more like a child’s whimper than a challenge. For
Craving The Enemy's Husband Chapter 81: Murderer
Chapter 81: Murderer **Christiana’s POV** The house continued drowning in mourning. “Bryan,” I said softly, almost in a whisper, “maybe you should lie down for a while. Just a little time away from everyone.” I walked beside him, close enough that my arm brushed his sleeve, close enough that if he faltered, I could catch him. The climb up the stairs felt endless, each step echoing with the quiet sobs of the staff below, with Bella’s false voice weaving its way through condolences, too loud, too practiced. At the top, I touched his arm gently. “Go. Rest. I’ll take care of things down here.” He turned to me then, his eyes red-rimmed but so full of something raw it made my throat tighten. “Christiana…” The way he said my name nearly broke me. I wanted to hold him again, to shield him from everything and everyone, but I forced myself to step back. This wasn’t the moment to lose more control. I stayed close to him as he made his way up the grand staircase, his steps slow, uneven.
Craving The Enemy's Husband Chapter 80: Poor Bryan
Chapter 80: Poor Bryan**Christiana’s POV** I got to work a bit late because I arrived from Bella’s mom’s place a bit late and slept late trying to connect the dots of her having a son. I noticed Bryan wasn’t in his office. That was unlike him, he didn’t tell me he had any prior meetings. I sat on my desk when Ben came to be, crying. I have never seen a man cry that way, I thought they hide when they cry? “She’s dead” he said as he cried the more, it was so loud I wanted to shut him up, but my heart raced faster when I processed his word. Who is dead? It spread like smoke through dry grass. Diane Adams was dead. All I could think of was Bryan. I could see it in my mind even before anyone said it aloud, he was carrying grief like it was another duty, refusing to let the world see the break in his armor. He could be like that, enduring, silent, contained. And I knew if I didn’t go to him, if I didn’t show him he wasn’t alone, he would shatter behind closed doors where no one could
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