Semua Bab Seducing My Husband's Arch-enemy!: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Holland’s hands shook as he gripped the edge of the folder. “You’re asking me to sign away my life’s work! You are my brother, do you have to make your point so cruelly?”“I’m not asking of you,” Rowland snapped, his voice cracking like a whip, all the meaningless laughter gone from his face. “I’m telling you. You want your precious wife back? Then prove you love her more than you love your damned empire. Sign it, and it will all end like it never happened.”Holland’s throat tightened. Images of Shauna, pale and crying behind the iron bars, rushed at him. The headlines, the whispers, the media they will never be able to prove otherwise to. His chest ached so fiercely he could hardly breathe.He closed his eyes.His pride screamed at him to fight, to tear the contract apart and spit in Rowland’s face. But ir will only worsen the situation, his pride wouldn’t get Shauna home. Pride wouldn’t stop her from rotting away in a cell that she had been forced into based on false accusations, an

The scrape of metal against metal jolted Daniel awake. The warehouse door was pulled open, spilling a stripe of light across the concrete floor. He didn’t even bother shielding his eyes anymore. He knew the routine, and now, he's already very bored of it, and it's been starting to show vividly in their very random conversations.Footsteps full the air as the man walks steady and unhurried. Then the tray in his hands. Always a tray, sometimes filled with pastries, sometimes bread, sometimes even fruit. Today it smelled like coffee, and that's a new one.“You’re spoiling me,” Daniel muttered, sitting up and rubbing his wrists where the zip ties used to bite. They’d stopped restraining him days ago. Why? Because they knew he wasn’t running. He wasn’t that stupid, at least it's not yet time to run.The man set the tray down, straightened his jacket, and finally sat across from him like this was just two colleagues on a break. No mask or anything on his face, no attempt at hiding. Just

The van rattled over and over on uneven ground, every bump jostling Cecelia’s limp body against the cold metal floor. She hasn’t stirred since the blow to her neck, the same one that knocked her unconscious. Her head lolled repeatedly and awkwardly to the side, a faint purple bruise already purpling at her jawline.The ride seems endless as the van drove through the city. The city’s glow faded into long, empty stretches of road, and then even that gave way to silence as they drove outside the residential areas. There is absolutely no traffic here, no streetlights, only the occasional flash of headlights from distant trucks. They drove for what feel like hours, until the tires crunched over gravel and the engine finally groan to a stop.“Get her out,” came the voice from the front. The voice belonging to that one man that is the master mind behind the kidnap and everything that's going wrong for Cecelia.Two of the men slide the doors open, the cool night air flooding in. Together, t

Raees lets Reid pull her up and they move like a team, fast, and deadly serious with their aim. There’s no time for slow thinking as they immediately set to work, the time they've got to find Cecelia before anything happens to her is shorter than they'd like to admit.“Get Benjamin,” Reid says, already reaching for his phone. “Tell him to bring everything he can while he drives here, he should stop at and bring from Cecelia’s office, the keys to her car log, any left behind access cards. And I will call George to get me the list of everyone who had a meeting with her yesterday.”“If I didn't know better, I'd say you're hunting a needle in a haystack, but I think I see where you're headed.” Raees asks, voice steady despite the tremor under it.“Yes," He starts with a smile that does not reach his icy eyes. “We look for her last movements, also that call, and we follow the small things. Starting with the phone.”Benjamin is at the door within twenty minutes, breathless, keys jangling in

The drive to the industrial corridor feels like a descent into another world. Streetlights thin out until only the occasional flicker breaks the darkness, and the road grows rougher the further they go. Old factories and warehouses loom on either side of the roads, their windows hollow eyes, their rusted fences creaking in the dim light of the street lamps that look like they'll go out at any second.Benjamin’s voice crackles once through Abel’s earpiece. “You’re close. That last ping was less than half a mile from where you are now. I’ll stay in line with you guys and guide you if the trail shifts or if you miss a turn or anything infact.”“Copy that,” Abel replies, lowering his voice instinctively, though the car itself is sealed. He shoots a glance at Reid and Raees in the back. “Hope you two brought your patience. These places are like mazes.”Reid’s eyes scan the passing buildings, sharp and alert. “Patience isn’t on the list. Speed is, as long as we find her, or at the very lea