All Chapters of The Heir of My Enemy Is My Secret Lover.: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Cap. 62: You and Me"I thought you were serious, but you were just bragging?" she teased, her voice rough with desire as she continued to trace light circles on his abdomen.He smiled, a cynical grin that quickly faded when he saw the determined expression on her face. Lavínia’s eyes sparkled with an intensity that left him breathless. Before he could react, she leaned in and kissed him with intensity."Wow..." he moaned, tilting his head back. The sensation of her warm lips on his member was intense, almost painful. The position they were in now allowed him to admire the perfect curve of her back, from the base of her neck to the curve of her buttocks, which rose provocatively. "Lavinia..." he groaned, feeling his muscles tighten. He grabbed her hair, gathering it into a long, brown ponytail, holding it tightly, feeling an explosion of sensations like never before.She rose again with triumph in her eyes, confidence radiating from every pore of her skin. Adrenaline pulsed through her

Chapter 64:"What the hell is going on? Why haven’t they put out that damn fire? She didn’t deserve an ending like this..." one of the lawyers protested, his desperation clear. His eyes were red from crying."We won’t even be able to properly pay our respects, Mrs. Bayer!" one of the female lawyers shouted hysterically. Everyone was still panicked, their faces twisted in pain and anger."She didn’t deserve to meet such an end," another added, his voice choked with emotion."No, we’re not letting this slide! We’re Mrs. Bayer’s lawyers, aren’t we? We’re one of the best law firms out there. Together, we can see this through. I don’t care about getting into a dangerous fight. We warned her so many times. We knew this could happen, but she never listened...""We’ll see this investigation to the end. Dimon will rot in jail if it’s the last thing I do," Samuel announced furiously, his fists clenched.Suddenly, the large glass door swung open, revealing Lavínia. Pale but resolute, she stepped

Chapter 66: Get Rid of Bayer"I told Mr. R you were heading to the warehouse. You’ll only get there through Manah—won’t she find that strange?""She will, but just like she keeps secrets, I have mine," he replied, while Valmont treated his answer with indifference."You two won’t last as long as expected, will you? Besides, your father wants to meet with you.""I hope it’s to congratulate me and tell me Dimon has already been arrested.""It seems it wasn’t Dimon who blew up Lavínia’s apartment," he informed, leaving Zen intrigued."What do you mean?""In fact, he knew Lavínia lived there and heard about the fire, but it wasn’t him. There were a few attempts on her life, and supposedly she accused her husband, but we don’t know if it was him either. We’ve been investigating and keeping an eye on this man, and the crimes were well-planned. Several methods have been used to try to kill Lavínia, most involving fire or poison.""Why are you investigating this?""Because Mr. R found it inte

Chapter 68: Without a HomeWhen he got home, he went straight to the bathroom and changed clothes. Lavínia was apparently asleep when he carefully entered the bedroom and lay down beside her.As soon as he closed his eyes, hers opened, revealing she had been pretending the whole time. She turned to analyze him, noticing his hair was still damp from showering and changing clothes.She waited a few minutes, then got up and went to the bathroom as if looking for something. She headed to the laundry basket, grabbed the clothes Zen had been wearing, and opened it, noticing the dark stains on both the shirt and pants."What was he doing?" she murmured, feeling uneasy. Then, she threw the clothes back into the laundry bin. Before leaving the bathroom, she called Zara."Good evening, Mrs. Bayer. Isn’t it a bit late to be calling?" Zara grumbled."Tomorrow morning, I’ll be heading to your apartment. Send me your new address," Lavínia said firmly."Ah... my new address?" Zara asked, widening her

Cap. 70: "A Mother Who Doesn't Love"Zen swallowed dryly, his throat as dry as paper. The words seemed stuck on his tongue, and with each passing second, the anguish grew. He forced a gentle smile and pulled out a chair, sitting next to her as if he could hide all the frustration he was feeling at that moment."Mother..." he sighed, his voice low and trembling. The word echoed in the room, filled with hope and fear.She placed her hands over her ears, as if trying to muffle the sound of his voice."No... Don't you dare!" she declared, her eyes wide."Alright, then why don't you treat me like your therapist? I've spent years trying to help you..." he murmured, unsure."What do you want? Throw it in my face that you've been trying to treat me for something you caused yourself?" she accused him, her voice heavy with anger."I didn't cause anything!" he asserted quietly, clenching his fists, but not in anger—rather in frustration."Why don't you leave me alone? Pretend I don't exist. Ten