Lahat ng Kabanata ng Married To My Husband's Sworn Enemy : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Lyla's POVEverything was finally in place. The warehouse was packed with crates of the new drink, and the press had already arrived to cover the production of the latest strawberry-flavored beverage. It was an important day for the Karev family, one that would bring them both publicity and, hopefully, profits.Mr. Karev was present, of course, though he was accompanied by his mistress. Mrs. Karev, on the other hand, looked absolutely miserable, her frown unwavering throughout the entire event. It wasn't just because we had ignored her wishes—it was because the woman standing beside Mr. Karev, who was laughing and leaning into him, was none other than her old friend. The woman who had, years ago, swooped in to steal Mr. Karev away from her."Can you believe this?!" Sasha hissed, her voice dripping with disgust. "The audacity! Who does she think she is? Look at them! They're practically holding hands in front of everyone. This is not good for your image as the leader of the Universal W

Lyla's POV“Who were you talking to?” Jace’s voice cut through the air, sharp and demanding. His anger was palpable, reverberating across the space between us. His hand clamped down on my arm, and for a second, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. The grip was tight, almost possessive, and it reminded me of all the times before, when I’d felt trapped in this exact kind of moment—his fury, my frustration, the tension building between us. I fought to keep my composure, my chest tightening as I tried to pull away.“What are you talking about?” I snapped, my voice laced with irritation as I yanked my arm out of his grasp. The last thing I wanted was to be controlled by him in front of all these people. I didn’t need to explain myself, not to him, not anymore.“You better not play dumb with me,” Jace demanded, his voice rising. The more agitated he became, the more his grip tightened on my nerves. “I saw you talking to someone. Who was it?”“Let go of me!” I shot back, trying to break free. “Wh

Lyla’s POVMy heart sank when the call dropped. I stared at my phone screen, willing the call to reconnect, but it didn’t. I desperately wanted to call back. However, I couldn’t—if I did, it would ring out loud, drawing attention and potentially blowing Bailey’s cover. That would put her in even more trouble, and I didn’t want that. I knew I couldn’t risk it.Without thinking twice, I grabbed my jacket and rushed out of my room, the cold air biting at my skin as I ran to Jace’s. I needed to talk to him immediately about the situation with Bailey. I knocked on his door with urgency, a sharp and frantic knock. As I stood there, I couldn’t help but wonder if Sasha was still on the phone. I could hear her voice from inside, speaking to someone. Most likely, it was Jace. But what could they be talking about at nearly 3 a.m., when they should both be asleep?The sound of footsteps behind the door made me tense up. Then, Sasha’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and irritated.“Who the he

Bailey’s POVLife as a captive was not something I had ever envisioned for myself. Not in a million years. Growing up, I knew that life would throw challenges my way, but I never once imagined being used as bait to secure a deal between my husband, Jace, and his boss. My world had completely turned upside down.I was locked in a small, dimly lit room with two other women. One of them was pregnant, her stomach visibly swollen, a sign that she was months along. I could tell she was struggling, not just physically, but emotionally too. I had been silent for days, barely uttering a word to either of them. The only thing I could manage was to cry—long, deep sobs that seemed to echo in the room. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each more frantic than the last. The only thing that calmed me, if only for a moment, was the fact that they were feeding us well. The food was enough to keep us alive, but I couldn’t bring myself to eat. I was too terrified, too upset. I had no idea how long thi

Lyla’s POVI hadn't rested since the night I got the call from Bailey. It had been a sleepless night, one filled with anxiety, thoughts racing through my mind, and a lingering sense of dread. I had tried to focus on breathing, but it seemed like my chest was too tight to let any air in. Jace had driven me home, and the ride was silent, both of us consumed by our own thoughts. The car’s tires hummed against the road, but neither of us spoke a word. His phone kept beeping constantly, an endless stream of notifications, but he didn’t even glance at it. Every time he checked, his expression darkened before he ignored the call.By the time we got back to the mansion, it was already 6 a.m. The world outside was still quiet, and I half-expected to be able to slip into the house unnoticed. But the second we walked in, the tension was palpable. It was as if the mansion itself had been holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. Sasha was still awake. I could tell because she was sitti