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Chapter 133: The Missed Target
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His Enemy, My Husband Chapter 136: The Trial of Truth
The courtroom was colder than anyone could remember.It wasn’t because of the air conditioning it was the silence. The kind that carried weight, pressing down on every breath, every heartbeat in the room.Rows of faces filled the benches, reporters, family, former friends. But it was the front row that held the world’s attention.Richard Blackwood sat rigid, his face carved from exhaustion, his hands clasped together tightly as though holding on to the last pieces of himself.Beside him, Isla sat with Tiara and Damien, their presence steady, like anchors.Clarissa was brought in first.She looked nothing like herself. The elegant dresses, the expensive jewelry, all stripped away. What replaced it was something raw and unsettling: a woman in an orange jumpsuit, her wrists bound in handcuffs, her hair tied back in a rough knot. But her chin stayed high, her eyes defiant… as if pride could still protect her from the world that had turned its back on her.Behind her came Isabella, tremb
His Enemy, My Husband Chapter 135: Vanessa Hayes
The interrogation room was a cold square of silence. Fluorescent lights buzzed faintly above, washing the walls with a sterile gleam that made even breath sound like an intrusion. Clarissa sat in the center of it all, one leg crossed over the other, her wrists glinting faintly where the handcuffs brushed the table’s metal edge. She looked, for a moment, like someone attending a casual interview, so calm, elegant, even bored. But beneath that polish, a sharp current moved, invisible but lethal.The two detectives across from her … Harris and Lorne had seen men and women who broke down in every conceivable way: tears, denial, silence, screams. Clarissa was different. She smiled, faint, almost indulgent, as if the entire situation were an inconvenience rather than the collapse of her life.“You’ve got it all wrong,” she began, her tone smooth as ever. “I know what that man said. He’s delirious. He would say anything for a deal. But if you really want the truth, you should look elsewh
His Enemy, My Husband Chapter 134: The Player
The fluorescent lights in the hospital’s ICU corridor hummed with that cold, indifferent sound that made every whispered breath seem loud. It was the kind of light that showed truth without mercy. Isla sat rigid on a chair, her fingers knotted tight around the edge of her sleeve. Tiara was beside her, chin clenched, eyes bright with the same tense hope that had been living inside them all week. Collins paced like a caged thing, hands running through his hair, while Detective Harris hovered near the door, phone in hand, ready.The man on the gurney looked smaller in daylight than he had through the blurred haze of CCTV. The bandage at his temple had been removed; dark curls lay plastered to his forehead. He breathed in ragged pulls.A nurse stood at the foot of the bed like a sentinel, and behind her the single window threw a box of hard daylight onto the floor.He opened his eyes then, slow and bewildered as though waking from a dream that had none of the answers. The first time
His Enemy, My Husband Chapter 133: The Missed Target
The house was too quiet.Clarissa had never liked silence, it left space for thoughts to grow teeth. Tonight, as she climbed the stairs to Eleanor’s room, her pulse felt uneven, jittering under her skin. The phone call from their contact still echoed in her ears. “The man collapsed.” The words hadn’t left her since the hospital update reached them. She had told herself she needed to speak to her mother, that Eleanor would know what to do next. When she reached the second floor, the long hallway was dim, the air faintly perfumed with Eleanor’s lilies. The door to her mother’s room stood half-open.“Mother?”No answer.Clarissa pushed the door wider and stepped in.The room smelled faintly of perfume. A half-finished cup of tea sat on the vanity. The bed was neatly made, as though no one had rested there for hours. Clarissa moved toward the window, ready to wait… then stopped.An envelope lay on the coverlet.At first, she thought nothing of it. Eleanor always had paperwork scatte
His Enemy, My Husband Chapter 132: The Wait
The whole plan had felt, for a while, like a fever dream. One of those impossible, fragile ideas that only seemed real once everyone involved had nodded and set the wheels in motion. Isla had hardly slept the night before, her mind rewinding every detail until it was raw: the number her hacker had pulled from the deep, the fake transfer message they would feed the man, the old hotel.Tiara had been steady, careful as ever, her fingers moving over her laptop like a pianist’s. And the police, Collins had personally called Detective Harris and arranged the quiet sweep. It was organized. It had to be.They chose Clarissa’s greed for a weapon and turned it against her. Isla hated what that meant, she hated having to use anyone’s vice as bait, but the urgency of it left no room for sentiment. Clarissa wanted the man quiet, and needed him paid. She had shown that in the way she had fretted and paced, in the call Tiara had intercepted to an unknown number pleading for proof of life, for r
His Enemy, My Husband Chapter 131: The a return of Damien Blackwood
The following day, the call for an emergency board meeting swept through Blackwood headquarters like wildfire. By 10 in the morning, the long table inside the boardroom was filled, tension already coiling in the air.Alexander had done a perfect job, collaborating with some investors, to obtain evidence that could remove Damien from the company. Richard was disappointed yet again when he heard about the emergency meeting from his assistant.He had warned them, threatened them, but none of them listened, not even Eleanor. They were all after removing Damien from the company.But no matter what, he trusted his son, the ones he didn't trust were Alexander and Sebastian.Executives shuffled papers, murmured quietly, stealing glances toward the empty chair beside Richard’s, the chair that had always belonged to Damien. But he wasn’t here. Not yet.The doors opened sharply.Clarissa Blackwood swept in with the arrogance of a queen taking her throne. Her heels clicked against the floor, h
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