บททั้งหมดของ Married To My Husband's Sworn Enemy : บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Jace’s POVThe following morning, Jace got up to the noise of his phone ringing violently on his nightstand. Moaning softly, he stretched out his hand for it, squinting at the morning brightness as he replied. "Really?" who could be calling me this early. "Jace, Bro, you have to check this out," his friend Ryan said, sounding intense and rather disturbed. "Take a look at the news." Immediately. Jace sat up abruptly, his heart racing as he grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. The morning news aired, and he felt a chill run through him at the sight of Sasha’s face displayed on the screen, her name highlighted in bold text underneath. It read; “Local Socialite Sasha Reynolds Unveils Ex-Fiancé’s Treachery in Surprising Interview”. Jace felt a knot in his stomach when the screen showed Sasha in what appeared to be a high-end café, her makeup flawless, portraying the image of the heartbroken victim. "Jace Karev and I were meant to begin a family," she stated, her voice quivering s

Jace’s POV Both I and Lyla stepped out carefully from the underground passage, our bodies filled with adrenaline. The side street was unsettlingly silent, yet we understood not to think that we were finally safe. The USB's weight in Jace's pocket seemed more burdensome than usual. It presented their sole opportunity to vindicate themselves and reveal the corruption that had engulfed their lives entirely. Lyla's hands shook a bit as she called Ryan. "Answer, answer," she whispered to herself. At last, Ryan responded. "Let me know you’re okay." “Right now,” Lyla murmured. "We have the evidence." "We must release this before they discover our location." Ryan paused. "That will be more challenging than we expected." Kensington possesses strong ties. He is already steering the media storyline. The official narrative claims that you and Jace are wanted fugitives, sought for financial offenses and hindering justice. They refer to you as a perilous pair. "They've issued an APB for the tw

Bailey's POV Returning to the Karev residence. Bailey was recovering very quickly; her injuries had mended, and she was back to her bubbling self again. Yet one aspect continued to weigh on her and rendered her vulnerable. It was the betrayal from the man she cared for. Collin. Every memory of him made her healing more difficult; her hatred for him intensified, yet his thoughts persisted. Bailey’s path to healing from the pain inflicted by Collins wasn’t linear—it was a tempest that struck fiercely, faded gradually, and left marks she would need to learn to accept. Yet it marked the start of a more profound journey: a difficult evolution into a stronger, more self-aware individual, ultimately achieving freedom. In the days that followed Collins' betrayal, Bailey drifted through life like a phantom. The burden of his deceit, of how he had been there for her, caressed her, murmured pledges in the night—only to have collaborated with them all the while—rendered her empty. Initially,

Lyla's POV After the recent happenings and stress from the past weeks, I had the most sound sleep anyone could ever think of, from all the sweet talks and feet massage I recieved from Jace the previous night, the cuddling and passionate love making we had, oh, how I missed the way he makes me feel. Then waking up the next day at exactly 11:30am to breakfast, brunch, specially prepared by Jace. He can be such a sweetheart. I smiled and thanked God quietly in my heart for the gift of him. Hey, angel, there are varieties of dishes all for you, make your choice and eat to your satisfaction, there's more from where that came from, he winked and smiled at me as he waltzed into the bathroom. About 30minutes later, he was out and of course ensuring my bathing water was prepared too. He brought out outfits I'll be wearing for the day and set them up on the bed. You don't have to do this, you know? Stop complaining and go get a shower, he said carefully placing a kiss on my forehead and e

LYLA'S POV My head pounded with each passing second. The room was thick and full of tension, the dampness in the air biting into my skin like icy teeth. My mouth was dry because I was terribly dehydrated, my lips had turned chapped. My wrists were severely bruised from the coarse rope used to tie me up in place. Becky stood there in the shadows with her arms crossed. Her pale blue eyes glittered with an intensity I couldn't recognize. It seemed as though it came from a mind long fractured, her expression unreadable laced with venom. “ So you mean you really don’t remember?” Becky said softly. “Of course you wouldn’t. You've always had the perfect life.Rich, protected and you never lacked anything, while I suffered for years watching you outshine me, but it all ends today. And there is Jace and your fairy tale romance. What about Bailey, clinging to your every word? The media worshipping you like a goddess. And me?” She paused, her voice cracked. “I was the one who cleaned up