All Chapters of Seducing My Husband's Arch-enemy!: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Raees wakes before dawn, the faintest glow of sunlight bleeding through the curtains, parted slightly by the wall. Reid’s arm is still wrapped around her, heavy and warm, his breathing even as he rests his head gently against hers, but there’s a soft grip in the way his fingers are curled against her skin, like he’s holding something, most likely her, even in his sleep.She shifts carefully, turning to face him, careful not to wake him up. There are dark circles under his eyes that weren’t there before and it makes it a little bit obvious that he hasn’t been sleeping much. That much, she can tell.“Reid,” she whispers softly with a small voice, brushing his hair back from his forehead.He stirs, eyes fluttering open. For a second, he looks disoriented, looking around, then smiles faintly when his eyes lands on her face. “You’re awake early.”“So are you even though I woke up,” she counters, watching him closely. “You didn’t sleep well, did you? Did you sleep late? Did I sleep on your

The hallway is washed in low amber light, soft enough to make the walls feel curved. Abel moves through it barefoot, his steps quiet against the polished floorboards. The house is still tonight, the kind of still that presses against the eardrums, reminding him that safety is never really silent, it just hides, especially as his partner in the safehouse also hates the quiet.Talking of his only housemate, he walks silently to her door.He stops at Cecelia’s door. For a moment, he just stands there, listening. Nothing but faint breathing on the other side, steady and even.He knocks once, more out of habit than necessity. No response.He hesitates before turning the knob. He tells himself it’s just to check on her, he just wants to make sure she’s fine. That’s all. That’s his job, after all.The door creaks open, a thin slice of hallway light cutting into the dark room. His eyes adjust slowly, the outline of her form taking shape on the bed, a still figure beneath tangled sheets, h

The night had a dangerous aura around it today, like it housed secrets, ones that will vanish before the first streaks of daylight will illuminate the sky.Alec Steele sat at the backseat of his car, engine idling, parked in the unlit corner of an abandoned freight yard. The air smelled like rusted metal and salt, the sea not far from here. His phone buzzed once on the seat beside him. It's a single text, no name, just an address and a timestamp. He already knew what it meant even though this one is more of a reminder of why he's sitting there, alone, in the dark.He didn’t check it again as he didn’t need to to know what it entailed.The man he was waiting for was already here, driving in as Alec looks ahead of him into the driveway.Two headlights cut through the night's fog. A black SUV slowed, then rolled to a stop opposite his car. Alec didn’t move for several seconds, watching for anything suspicious outside. He breathed loudly as he looked carefully around, his hand resting

At first, Daniel thinks he’s dreaming again, that's been mostly what he's been doing lately. Sleeping, waking, sleeping and waking all over again. It's been a while since his captor has come to say hi, and without his visits, means no food nor water.It happens sometimes now, half-dreams that feel real enough to hurt, where he’s free, running somewhere with wind in his face and not four concrete walls pressing down on him. He wakes up each time to the same stale air, the same rusted pipes, the same flickering bulb that hums like it’s mocking him.But this time, it isn’t a dream.He really hears something.A loud clock in the dark.The sound is small, barely a whisper, but in the silence of that cramped basement cell, it feels loud enough to make his heartbeat stutter. He sits up fast, every sense stretching thin. For a moment, nothing happens. The darkness settles again. He wonders if he imagined it.Then he hears it again.Click.The soft metallic sound of a bolt sliding free.Danie

The night is colder than Daniel remembers nights being, and even though it was nice initially, it has become a nightmare as he's currently running against it, trying to make his way out of this dark nightmare.Not the kind of cold that sinks into skin, the kind that digs straight into bone. The kind that whispers you’ve been out of your comfort zone for far too long.He doesn’t know how long he’s been running. Time has lost its meaning, carved out of him by months of stale air and concrete walls. He stumbles again and again, sometimes into branches and hanging sticks and different cold leaves and their even colder liquids.Now, every breath tastes like freedom and blood, freedom because he’s outside, blood because the wind scrapes down his throat like razors and has rendered his breathing sharp and unbearable.His bare feet slap against the wet dirt road, leaving uneven tracks behind him. His shirt, if it can still be called that, hangs barely off his shoulders, torn at the seams. He’