Lahat ng Kabanata ng She, His Enigma: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Iden’s self-curses echoed through his mind, a storm of regret and anger. " Fuck! What was I thinking?" he murmured again She wasn't an angel fallen from grace or a broken spirit. She was the siren, the seductress, who led Leo astray, shattered his pure heart without remorse. She was like a potent drug, that ensnared deeper with each touch, and Leo, innocent and naive, became her plaything; she twisted his emotions with her enchanting ways and reveled in her power, relishing in her control over him. Leo, once vibrant and alive, fell prey to her wiles. He succumbed to her allure, losing himself in her web until he was left broken and defeated, begging for release. In the end, he found solace in death’s embrace. Iden’s thoughts churned, grappling with the pain of witnessing Leo’s tragic downfall at the hands of this beguiling enchantress. The memories of Leo’s suffering haunted him, a stark reminder of the destructive power love could wield in the wrong hands. And could kill the m

The opulent hall shimmered beneath crystal chandeliers, draped in silks that whispered wealth and decadence. The air was fragrant with fresh-cut lilies and expensive perfume. Wait staff glided through the crowd like runway models, every movement choreographed to perfection. In the center of it all stood the man in the grey suit—Alex Ruan. His tall frame radiated effortless charm, outshining even the splendor around him. Dark, tousled hair fell just above piercing blue eyes, giving him an allure that seemed carved from another world. Surrounded by admirers, he stood regal, poised—every inch the embodiment of the Ruan name. A middle-aged man approached, warm smile lighting his round features as he extended a hand. “Mr. Alex Ruan,” he said cheerfully, “the happiest of birthdays to you. May your year be full of health and fortune.” Alex returned the handshake with ease, his smile graceful but faintly elusive. His eyes, however, wandered—searching. Calculating. “Thank you, Mr. Williams,

Ellaya sat perched on the kitchen island, legs tucked beneath her as a swirl of steam rose from the bowl of noodles in front of her. The savory scent of soy, sesame, and scallion mingled in the air, wrapping around her like a thin comforter she could no longer feel. Her eyes, however, weren’t on the food. They lingered beyond the glass windowpane, tracing the flutter of birds singing in brittle branches, their melodies cruelly cheery against the hollow stillness in her chest. It was New Year’s Day. The world outside rang with laughter, celebration, promises of a brighter year. But inside her modest apartment, silence reigned. Not a single call from her family. No messages from friends. Just her and the sound of her breath echoing in the corners of a home that suddenly felt too large. Work used to shield her from this loneliness. But today, even that was gone. And Iden— He had disappeared. No message. No call. He was supposed to be back two days ago from his overseas trip, yet not a

The doctor left the room, but Iden remained, sitting on the floor beside her, clutching her hand as if it were his lifeline. His eyes bore into her, heavy with a mix of anger and sorrow. Her breath was steady, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. She looked so innocent, almost childlike. His heart ached, refusing to believe she was the same woman who had shattered Leo’s life. But the evidence was damning. He threw the medicine into his mouth, filling with mouthful of water. Rising from his position, he moved to sit beside her, his movements deliberate and tense. He bend over, his fingers gently gripping her cheeks, forcing her mouth open. With a desperate urgency, he pressed his lips to hers, pushing the medicine and water into her mouth. Ellaya coughed violently but he saw her managed to swallow. She remained still, her eyes closed. Iden stood up abruptly and left the room, his footsteps echoing in the silence. .................... Ellaya awoke to the soft glow of the m

Ellaya tore through the drawers, her movements frantic and eyes wild with frustration. “It’s not here!” she shouted, her voice sharp with urgency. Annabel, clutching her hands in pain, winced. “Check the other drawer or the table,” she gasped, tears brimming in her eyes. Ellaya’s desperation grew with each passing second as she scoured every corner of the room. “I can’t find the brown file anywhere!” she cried, glancing at Annabel, who sat on the sofa, fists clenched, tears streaming down her face. Suddenly, Ellaya’s eyes locked onto a drawer beside the table. Determination ignited within her as she yanked at the handle. “It’s locked,” she said, her voice seeking reassurance. Annabel nodded, her expression a mix of pain and resolve. “Try 12042004,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Ellaya’s heart skipped a beat at the familiar date. With a mix of surprise and apprehension, she entered the numbers. The drawer slid open smoothly, revealing the coveted file inside. It