All Chapters of Seducing My Husband's Arch-enemy!: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The elevator doors on the top floor of the building part with a loud ping, and he steps out, his polished shoes clicking against the marble floor as he is every symbol of going to business.His briefcase hangs from one hand as a dead giveaway of him coming up there strictly for business, not emotions, his shoulders squared, his expression carefully neutral in the way of someone who’s used to balancing masks.He’s halfway toward Reid’s office when he spots a figure leaning far too comfortably against George’s desk, chatting away with the younger man who looks somewhat uncomfortable talking to him but he replies nevertheless.Standing there is Nathaniel Brooks.The man is in no rush, his jacket open, tie perfectly knotted, his posture the practiced mixture of arrogance and an old man’s charm. George, behind the desk, looks rigid, his smile strained in the way of a man pretending politeness when he’d rather not be there.“Well, well,” Brooks drawls as he sees the new visitor, his eyes ca

Elena slips her shoes off at the door as quietly as she can, she’d been gone all night and has just returned home. She isn’t sure what she expects to find, an almost empty house, maybe, or her mother still curled in the same fragile heap she had left her in yesterday.What she doesn’t expect is the open curtains and bright sunlight coming through the windows in the sitting room. They’d always kept it dim, using a lamp while the curtains stay drawn so the light won’t hurt her mum’s eyes.One thing as always though, her mother is there, propped up against a mound of cushions, blanket draped over her legs, her thin fingers turning again and again as she crochets something that looks like a muffler, and unlike the other days that the smallest sounds, especially the door’s opening would have her looking up startled, she does not even look up at all.She looks better, only slightly, but enough to make Elena pause in the doorway, relief softening her shoulders as she watches her hand move ov

The gravel shifts beneath his steps as Reid moves closer, giving up on the earlier plan of simply leaving, his jaw tightening with each step he takes towards the head stones. He doesn’t want to invade the grief of a stranger, doesn’t want to make this cemetery about more than the dead already buried here, but he can’t let it go.These are his parents, his only place of communion with them, and no intruder has a right to weep on their names, especially one who seems to have offended them so bad.The figure finally lifts his head at the sound of Reid’s approach, and in the sliver of dying light, Reid sees the tear streaked face as the man turns to look up at him, their eyes meeting and the flicker of recognition crossing their faces at the same time.Rowland Flanagan.The world lurches sideways for Reid.He stops dead, the bouquet tumbling to the ground, the pearl white petals scattering across the dirt as the biggest chunk of them lands on the tomb stones. His hand tightens around the

Melissa doesn’t say much at first.She just comes to sit beside Raees on the couch, her hands folded neatly in her lap. The closeness is enough to bring back the old ache in Raees’s chest, the ache of knowing she had been too sharp the last time she was here, that her anger hadn’t just cut at her father but had left marks on her mother too, even if she had not meant that one to happen.So yes, Melissa also deserves her apology.Raees reaches across, taking her mother’s thin hand in her own. “I’m sorry, Mum,” she whispers, and her voice trembles more than she wants it to. “I didn’t mean to… to come off like I don’t care about you. I do, Mom, more than anything. I shouldn’t have gone off on you and Dad the way I did, I’m sorry. I love you.”Melissa’s lips curve faintly, though her eyes look gentler. “I know you do. I’ve never doubted that, Raees, not even when your words sting.” Her thumb brushes lightly over her daughter’s knuckles, a small gesture that has always calmed Raees since sh

The drive is suffocating.Reid’s knuckles whiten on the steering wheel as he glances into the rearview mirror every few seconds. Rowland’s car is right behind him, headlights steadily following his, shadowing his every turn like a ghost he can’t shake, except he is the one who told this particular ghost to come after him.Reid has half a mind to lose him in traffic, to slam the accelerator and speed off somewhere into the night, and end this charade before it began, but curiosity claws at him much harder than anger does.The man had been at his parents’ grave. He’d been crying, begging profusely for forgiveness. Reid doesn’t know what to do with that image in his head, doesn’t want to. He only knows that something about Rowland’s voice when he asked for “a chance to explain” still buzzes in his skull, and as much as he’s not willing to let go of his hatred for the man, he’s stuck between listening to his head and heart.He shoots a quick text to Raees before he pockets the phone.No de