All Chapters of Criminally in love: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The drive to the hospital was calm, the kind of calm that comes when words are no longer enough to describe how two hearts feel. Peter’s hand rested softly on mine over the gear lever, his thumb brushing slow circles that seemed to echo the rhythm of our hearts.The city rolled past our window—cars, people, the occasional honk—and yet, inside the car, it was like we existed in a different world.I turned slightly, studying his face. There was something new in his expression today—more tenderness, but also something deep in his eyes, something that looked a lot like fear.“Are you okay, Peter?” I asked quietly.He smiled faintly but didn’t answer right away. “Yeah… I just keep thinking how much you mean to me, Kar. You and the baby. Sometimes I still can’t believe I have this.”I felt my throat tighten. “You have it, Peter. You have us.”He looked at me then, his gaze full of unspoken gratitude, and lifted my hand to his lips. The soft warmth of his kiss lingered even as we pulled into

The walls of the executive boardroom gleamed with cold luxury—glass, chrome, and power. Mark stood at the head of the table, his jaw tight, eyes sharp with a fury he had mastered too well.He tapped his fingertip against the polished table. Once. Twice. Enough for the directors to fall silent.“As the third-largest shareholder of this company,” Mark began, his voice smooth but edged with steel, “I expect efficiency. Precision. Obedience.”The three directors seated before him folded their hands nervously.Director Collins cleared his throat. “Sir… the financial alterations have been inserted into the system. But framing Peter—”Mark’s glare cut him off instantly.“Don’t pretend you don’t understand me,” Mark said, leaning forward. “Peter’s department handles the all the budget. If someone wants to make it look like he diverted funds, it shouldn’t be difficult.”Director Collins spoke cautiously, “The board will start asking questions if a shareholder is involved directly—”“That’s exa

PETER UNLEASHED HIS OTHER SIDE TO KAREN My hands moved as if guided by a will of their own, my fingers going to the straps of my dress. The silence in the room was broken only by the soft rustle of fabric as I let the garment fall. His eyes never left me, tracking every movement with an intense, possessive gaze that traveled from my breasts down the length of my body. I walked to him and lowered myself across his hard muscled legs, my back presented to him, my cheek pressed against the cool coverlet. "Do you know," he began, his voice a low murmur, "why I am doing this?" His hand trailed a slow, deliberate path down the curve of my spine, over the swell of my hip, and came to rest, cupping one bare cheek of my ass. My breath seized in my lungs, and I squeezed my eyes shut. "You are punishing me, Peter ," I breathed out, my voice trembling. His fingers began to make slow, possessive circles on my skin. "Reasons?" "I" I stammered, my mind scrambling because everything going on

The day was far from over.By the time Peter stepped out of the elevator into the lobby, a soft drizzle had begun outside, blurring the glass doors with silver streaks. The city seemed subdued, unaware that a corporate war no, a family war had just detonated on the upper floors.Peter walked toward the exit, his mind sharp, his steps steady.But inside, he felt a tremor.Not fear.Not regret.But instinct.The same instinct that once kept him alive in business, in betrayal, in a childhood surrounded by shadows and secrets.Something was coming.Something he couldn’t yet see.His phone vibrated.Unknown number.He hesitated for half a second then answered.A distorted voice filtered through static.“You made a mistake today.”Peter’s jaw tightened.“State your name.”Silence.Then a slow, mocking laugh.“You think removing Mark from the company removes him from your life?”Peter’s eyes narrowed as he stepped outside into the rain.“Listen to me,” he said, voice cold and even. “If I eve

Mark had call Jane to come see Karen Jane sat beside her on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Karen’s breath trembled; Jane’s fingers tapped nervously against her thigh. The silence felt too loud, too sharp, like it carried the echoes of everything Karen had just destroyed. “You need to get dressed,” Jane murmured eventually. “Peter, he might still be around.” Karen flinched, feeling the words like a blade sliding between her ribs. “I can’t face him,” she whispered. “You don’t have a choice.” Karen moved slowly, as if gravity pressed harder on her than on everyone else. She slipped out of the sheets, pulling on her dress with hands that wouldn’t stop shaking. She felt exposed even after covering herself like shame had settled on her skin. Jane watched her quietly, eyes softening just slightly. “Look I shouldn’t have snapped at you,” she said. “I was angry. But I’m still here. I’m not leaving you alone in this.” Kar