All Chapters of Seducing My Husband's Arch-enemy!: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The steady beep of a monitor fills the hospital room, a sound so persistent it becomes the rhythm of the air, and it's the first pointer that she's finally come back into consciousness after her incessant fainting and eventual hospital admission. Cecelia stirs softly, her eyelids twitching as she wrestles her way back to full consciousness. The light above her is a very harsh white, and too annoying in the way it blinds her and for a second, she doesn’t know if she’s dreaming or actually, really awake.Raees is the first to notice that she's moving. She straightens in her chair, her heart leaping to her throat as Cecelia’s lashes flutter open, her eyes dilating as she adjusts to the lights. “Cecelia?” Her voice is tentative, careful, like if she speaks too loudly, the moment might shatter.Cecelia blinks slowly, her gaze hazy and unfocused, then lands weakly on Raees. Her lips part, but nothing comes out but a harsh rasp.“Easy,” Raees says quickly, fumbling for the cup of water on

The bar is dimly lit, the same as the last time they met, the same old jazzy tune as two weeks ago rasping out of those overhead speakers. Rowland sits at a corner booth, shoulders hunched and a tumbler of whiskey clutched in one hand. His eyes dart toward the door every time it opens, and the sunshine from outside momentarily illuminates the doorway, until finally Alec Steele walks in, calm as ever, his collar turned up, his confidence unbothered by the less than up to par place.“You called me out today,” Alec says smoothly as he slides into the booth across from him. He doesn’t order a drink, at least not immediately as he doesn’t need to, he won't be staying long. His presence alone in there is enough to cut through the smoke and alcohol filled air.Rowland doesn’t waste time although, setting down the whiskey glass in his hand. “Where is he? You said you'll find him, it's been three weeks since I heard anything from you.”Alec tilts his head, feigning ignorance as to who. “You’l

The private dining room is dim this late afternoon, the air heavy in a subtle way, with cigar smoke that clings to the velvety curtains and the comfortable, plush leather seats arranged around the table. Crystal glasses clink again and again as waiters pour a vintage whiskey that none of the men here actually care about.They’ve all gathered together, anyway, for something much stronger than liquor, and they don’t even need to be drunk, the purpose is enough to make them feel quite high.Nathaniel Brooks leans back in his chair, his jaw tight as he looked around the guests around him, one hand tapping impatiently against the polished mahogany table. He’s the first to speak, his voice low and bitter, but sharp enough to cut through the alcoholic and ‘greeting one another’ haze.“Reid Flanagan or Caddel, whatever he chooses to call himself,” he spits the name out of his mouth like it tastes wrong, “has to go from the company. The boy thinks he can walk into a room full of elders like me

Elena sits on the edge of the chair, the lamp throwing dimming yellow light across her mother’s face. The older woman leans back on the cushions, her complexion sallow and terribly pale, her breaths shallow as well, but her eyes are still sharp with worry, as every sound in the entire place startles her and has her looking at the door to see whoever is coming in.Her condition has worsened so much ever since Daniel's disappearance and she does not even bother hiding it anymore, the weorry consuming her every hour, every minute and every second of the day.“You shouldn’t wear yourself out like this, Mom,” Elena murmurs, smoothing the blanket over her lap. “You’ll make yourself worse if you keep fretting over every little thing.”“I can’t help it, and he's no little thing,” her mother says, her voice small, almost childlike as her condition has affected her voice badly with the consistent fever that gives her sore throat every single time. “Daniel’s still out there, and no one has tol

Rowland took a couple steps backwards, sinking back into the armchair, his hand dragging down his face like the weight of years suddenly sits heavier on him now that he has to tell some hard truth. His drink sits untouched now, forgotten on the table between them.Elena doesn’t move from where she stands, her arms folded tightly as she waits, eyes locked on him.Finally, he breaks the long silence.“You want to know where it came from? Fine, I’ll tell you. That money you found… most of it wasn’t mine to begin with. It was given to me.”Elena’s brows knit at how unbelievable it sounds. “A whole sixty five million dollars was given? given? By who, and for what?”He hesitates, the answer bitter on his tongue but now that he’s coming clean, maybe sharing will reveal that he’s not such a bad man in the heart? He sighs again before continuing. “By the same people who orchestrated against your Uncle and Aunt, Holland and Shauna.”The names hang in the room like poison, sharp and acrid. Elena