บททั้งหมดของ LOVE HIS ENEMY: My Husband's Downfall: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

SebastianJames extends his hand toward me, and for a moment, I consider not taking it. His knuckles are bruised, a harsh reminder of the punch he landed just moments ago.But I know refusing his hand won’t help my case. I take it, his grip strong and unyielding as he pulls me up.“Straighten yourself up, boy. We’ve got talkin’ to do,” he says, his voice low and heavy with authority.I dust myself off, adjusting my jacket and running a hand over my sore jaw. My voice comes out steadier than I expect.“I’m sorry, Mr. Alexander. Elizabeth got caught in the middle of all this, but I swear it was never my intention to involve her, let alone put her in harm’s way.”James glares at me, his blue eyes cold as ice. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, and the silence is almost unbearable.Finally, he gestures toward a chair. “It don’t matter now. Sit your ass down.”I sit, and the three men standing behind him—his sons, no doubt—continue to stare daggers at me. Their presence is suffocating,

ChristopherThe office feels smaller than usual, though it’s probably just my nerves.Papers clutter my desk, the weight of unread contracts and half-finished reports pressing down on me. My chair creaks as I lean back, staring at the Seattle skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city buzzes below, a world that feels both distant and suffocating.“Take care of it…” my mother had said, her voice calm but laced with urgency.That’s all she ever says—vague orders veiled as advice. But Celeste’s latest revelation has thrown everything off balance.Sebastian. That smug bastard. I underestimated him. The timing of his involvement in Bell Energies wasn’t a coincidence. And now, with this new information about Sarah, it’s clear he’s playing a long game.I just don’t know the rules yet.The door opens without a knock, and Celeste strides in, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor like a metronome.She’s always so composed, every move calculated, every glance sharp.“He’s her

ChristopherI sit at my desk, head in my hands, every muscle in my body taut as if it’s holding back a dam about to burst.The weight of everything presses down on my chest until I can barely breathe.My father’s legacy, the Bell name, our empire—it’s all crumbling beneath my feet. And I’m the one who has to blame for everything.I slam my fists against the desk, the sharp sound cutting through the suffocating silence of the room.I can’t lose control now. I won’t be the one who lets the Bell name go down in flames.The floor creaks angrily behind me, and I glance over my shoulder to see Celeste pacing there, mad. Her usual confidence is missing, replaced by something vicious, almost vindictive.“Christopher… You can't blame me. I was protecting you.” She starts, her voice tentative.I cut her off, standing and turning to face her.“This isn’t the time to throw words at each other,” I say sharply, though the anger in my voice is more frustration than directed at her. “We don’t have th

SebastianI sit on the edge of the couch, staring at the screen of my phone. My fingers move fast, typing out a message. My mind is racing, running through every possibility, every scenario.The reply comes almost instantly. I barely have time to process the words before Eric’s voice pulls me back.“What is it?” he asks, leaning closer, his eyes narrowing as he watches me.“The detectives who were at Christopher’s office,” I start, my voice low, my throat tightening as I speak. “They found Elizabeth’s car.”Eric stiffens, his shoulders going rigid. “Where?”“By the waterfront,” I reply, my words coming slower now, like I’m trying to piece them together in my own head. “It was abandoned. It’s been sitting there for over a week.”“What would Elizabeth be doing there?” Eric’s voice is sharp, cutting through the thick air between us.“That’s the question,” I say, shaking my head. “None of this makes sense.”We exchange a look, one that says everything we’re both thinking but can’t say out

SebastianThe room is silent, but the air feels thick, like something heavy is pressing down on us. Eric is staring at me, his green eyes wide with panic.His gaze pierces me, searching for an answer I don’t have the strength to give.“What is it, Sebastian?” His voice is sharp, cutting through the quiet like a knife. “What did they say?”I swallow hard, my throat dry.My hand trembles as I lower the phone, its screen going dark.I can feel the weight of his stare, the tension growing with each passing second.“Sebastian!” Eric’s voice rises, frantic now. “What’s going on? Say something!”I open my mouth, but the words don’t come.My chest tightens, and my knees feel weak.The walls seem to close in around me, and before I can stop myself, I’m sinking to the ground.My legs give out completely, and I collapse onto my knees, the phone slipping from my hand and clattering to the floor.“Sebastian!” Eric is by my side in an instant, gripping my shoulders. “What the hell is going on? Talk