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Lahat ng Kabanata ng Seducing My Husband's Arch-enemy!: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

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Soiling the Household Name for Good.

The Saturday market was bustling when Shauna pulled into the lot, the late afternoon sun catching on the polished hood of her sedan. She stepped out, adjusting the strap of her handbag on her shoulder. She loved these little trips, of course grocery shopping wasn’t glamorous, but it was a fun part of the week for her.She could pick out her own produce, haggle politely over flowers, and know dinner would be just as she planned it.She was recognizable, of course.Being Holland Flanagan’s wife, and being such influential people with their Foundation, and being on the news several times, meant people whispered when she passed, heads turning as she leaned over a table of tomatoes or compared cuts of meat.But even though she had every reason to be a proud woman, Shauna had a way of smiling that put people at ease, as if she wasn’t someone living in one of the city’s largest homes but just another woman running her errands. She waved off a vendor who tried to overstuff her basket, teasing

Out of "His" Hands.

Her car door slammed behind her as the trunk was shut. The groceries she’d bought with such care that morning were left jumbled in the back, bread squashed beneath the weight of evidence bags. She heard the car start but she didn’t know who was at the wheel.They pushed her into the back of the patrol car. The door shut with a heavy finality, the glass cutting her off from the gawking faces outside. Still, she could see them though, phones held high, mouths moving with words she couldn’t hear but knew too well.Liar.Criminal.Disgrace.Her chest heaved, lungs clawing for air. She pressed her cuffed hands against her lap, trying to steady herself. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. Any second now, someone would see through it, would step forward and tell the truth.But no one did.As the engine rumbled to life, Shauna turned her face toward the window, the first tear slipping free and streaking hotly down her cheek.In the reflection of the glass, her own eyes looked back at her,

To Prove, To Love.

The Sunday afternoon sunlight filtered lazily through the curtains, casting soft bands of color across the coffee table where their untouched cups of tea had long gone cold.Reid was leaning back on the couch with a book in hand, the kind he skimmed more than read, while Raees sat across from him, legs laid on his own thighs, watching him far more intently than she did the muted television in the background, the novel she’d been reading a couple minutes ago set aside.“Can you guess what’s bugging me?” she asked suddenly.Reid lowered the book a little, one brow arched as turned to face her. “You mean right this second?”“Yes.”He studied her for a moment, the faint smirk never quite forming. “Hm. That I ate the last piece of cake last night without offering you any? You were the one who gave it to me though.”Raees shook her head with a tiny smile. “No, try again.”“That I haven’t built the shelf you’ve been side-eyeing for weeks?”Her lips curved, but only slightly. “No, but glad to

Map

The table was a mess now.Headlines overlapped one another, photographs peeked out from corners with some pages and words hidden beneath another newspaper clipping or picture, and the yellowing pages seemed almost too fragile to handle as though they’d fall off if picked up recklessly.Reid leaned forward, elbows braced on his knees, as Raees carefully shuffled the articles into a rough order of events as though she’d been there herself.“Look at this,” she murmured, holding up one clipping. The headline screamed, “Police Tip off Leads to Drug Discovery in Flanagan Vehicle.”She set it down, then picked up another dated the same day. “While this one reads that ‘Anonymous Call Alerts Officers of Suspicious Vehicle on Highway Route.”“Two different versions of the same story, released on the same day, no doubt.” Raees pointed out while reading the details beneath the headlines.Reid frowned, leaning closer. “One says tip-off, one says anonymous call. Which one’s true? They are both diff

WHO?

The next morning came pretty fast, another Monday, another day of work and putting even more effort at unraveling the secrets behind the detainment, framing and eventual deaths of Shawna and Holland Flanagan. As she sat at her desk, she reviewed the notes she and Reid had pieced together the night before, the missing points such as the checkpoints and how they had not been found until the second one and different things that just did not add up with the timestamp of the framing.A knock came at the glass door. Her secretary, Evelyn, poked her head in, tablet in hand. “Ma’am,” she said carefully, “the… guest you requested yesterday to pay you a compulsory visit has just arrived. He’s waiting in the lounge. Should I let him in now or ask him to wait just a little bit more?”Raees closed the folder slowly, not forgetting to insert a pen into where she just stopped, her expression mildly unreadable. “Bring him in, while he’s here, keep other visitors out, no matter how urgent, and have th

Shaky Grounds in SKY.

George adjusted his tie for the third time, a little bit too full and comfortable, as the elevator doors closed behind him. It was early afternoon, and the office was unusually quiet after lunch hour. He was on his way back from a quick meeting reminder with one of the finance teams when a voice, deep and smooth with authority, called out to him as soon as he stepped out.“George, what perfect timing. A moment with me, if you don’t mind.”He turned to the voice and froze.Standing by the window, hands clasped behind his back, was Nathaniel Brooks, one of the senior board members. Not just anyone in the companu actually, this was a man with weight in the company, someone George had worked under before he had been transferred to be the CEO’s secretary. His salt-and-pepper hair gleamed in the light, his suit sharp, and his gaze sharp enough to cut glass, and as he was before, he still looked intimidating as always.“Sir, what an honor to see you again,” George said carefully. “I wasn’t a

Detail.

The tension shattered when Reid’s office door opened due to the commotion just outside the office. He stepped out, sharp in his dark shirt, eyes narrowing at the sight of Nathaniel holding his face, Raees standing firm before him, apparently the one who has just slapped him while George just stands to the side, looking a bit guilty.“What’s going on here?” Reid’s voice cut clean, looking over at Raees, his eyes slowly doing a once over of her face and body to check if she’s fine.Nathaniel rounded on him immediately. “Your little fiancée just assaulted me in front of your employees. You’ve let your personal life poison your professional judgment, Reid. You’re making the wrong enemies—”“Apologize.”The word came from Reid, coldly, without letting him finish the demeaning sentence he was just about to complete.Nathaniel blinked, shocked. “Excuse me?”“Apologize to her,” Reid repeated, his tone leaving no room for an argument. “I don’t know what you have done but you do not talk to my

Ghost in Books

Cecelia sat behind the broad desk, the sunlight falling across the neat rows of files stacked high. The air smelled faintly of some sweet lavender scent, a quiet hum of the air conditioner keeping the room cool. She sat behind her desk, flipping through the last of the memos when a soft knock came.“Come in,” she said.Rina entered, her arms balanced around a tall stack of ledgers and files, with a slim flash drive tucked between her fingers. “Ma’am, these are the quarterly books you asked for. Everything from the last four years, the other ones are being gathered as well. Hard copies and digitized records are also available if you’d prefer those.”“Good,” Cecelia said, rising slightly to clear some very needed space on the desk. “Let’s spread them out. We’ll start with the physical ledgers, the digital ones can back us up later.”Rina laid them down carefully. “Would you like me to stay and assist, or do you have another errand you’d like me to run while you go ahead ma’am?”“You’ll

KNIVES

Shortly after Rina returns with the properly marked documents, “Income looks consistent on most of these so I guess that’s not where we will find the issues. Expenses are where the little liars hide.”She flipped to the quarterly breakdowns just like the duo had confirmed before, her eyes narrowing as she went through every line and every expense, until she comes to a stop on a particular line. “Here. Look at this, it says three million marked as ‘consultancy fees.’ Do you see a name attached?”Rina leaned in. “No vendor listed. Just a vague code number.”“Exactly.” Cecelia made a small tick with her pen. “Quarter one. Consultamcy fees? How very uncreative of whoever who created that one is.”They turned pages quickly now that they know what they are after, and what they are following.“There again,” Cecelia muttered. “Quarter two. Another three million. Same handwriting, same signature, no name for the receiver of the money either.”Rina frowned. “That’s… too clean to be an error. No

Paper Ties...

Holland Flanagan had never known desperation quite like this.Not when a deal fell through, not when the market had once turned against him, not even when Reid was born prematurely and spent weeks in the incubator. But standing in the grim corridor of the police headquarters, knowing his wife sat behind iron bars on charges she did not deserve, something she did not do, desperation had become his second skin.For hours and hours, he had tried to call in favors with people and contacts he’d once had in law enforcement, men and women who had eaten at his table, drunk his wine, toasted to his success with laughter, they had come to cookouts and barbecues and flaunted their places where they could just say a simple word and a whole scheme will fall apart.But, unfortunately, one by one, the calls to them went unanswered. The few who picked up gave short, cutting responses such as.“There’s nothing I can do, Holland.”“It’s completely above me, I am sorry this is happening.”“You don’t wan

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