บททั้งหมดของ Seducing My Husband's Arch-enemy!: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 105

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