All Chapters of Seducing My Husband's Arch-enemy!: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The phone on the metal desk just wouldn’t stop ringing. Its sharp ringing tone cut through the low hum of the generator outside, slicing into the thick, cigarette choked air of the CCTV room where he didn't bother to rise up from since Daniel left hours before. Flan glared at it for a long second before snatching the receiver, a small smile at the upward curve of his lips. If they're calling this insistently, it means they have him, but telling him that they have him is of no use to him, so why the disturbance...?“What?”The line crackled softly as whoever it is behind the other receiver just notes that he's picked the call, followed by a clipped voice asking a question that instantly made his pulse skip. “Where the fuck is your package?”Flan leaned back in his chair, feigning calm he didn’t feel. “Package?” he repeated, flicking ash into a crowded tray. “You’ll have to be a bit more specific, Mr. Maddock’s people handle more than one of those. Unless you're calling the wrong pers

Their heads and lives on the line, they can't just throw in their towel because, according to Flan, "a man's footsteps stop on the road."They fan out, all of the men, alongside, rather, leading the search is a man named Marlow who fancies himself the brains because he once drove a client to an airport without bumping anyone's rear or cursing on the road. The early evening rain has turned the rest of the road into mud that grips their boots. Flan watches them go from under the weak light in the doorway, cigarette pinched between his fingers, the smoke making his face look older.They'd returned and regrouped after Flan made sure he didn't pick any calls from anyone so they won't be tracked or picked up. All they have is the night till the next morning and if they don't find Daniel by then, well, god helps their souls.“All right,” he says, voice flat. “You find him or you’re explaining to Maddock why we lost the package. Start talking like you mean it.”Marlow swallows. “We’ll check

Flan is standing by the warehouse window, the gray light of the approaching darkness coming in through the loud annoying blinds. His men are scattered across the room, tired, pissed off, and very aware that they haven’t found Daniel. The air smells of sweat and badly made soup since they don't have the stomach for anything else that's more filling. Nobody’s talking, at least, they haven't said a word for minutes on end.Pete finally breaks the silence. “Boss… if we don’t tell someone something soon, maybe buy a little more time, they’ll...”Flan turns, his voice sharp. “You think I don’t know that? You think I’m not aware we’ve lost his prisoner and that our heads are on the fucking line? We were supposed to keep him breathing until he got into their hands, keeping him alive and ignorant of everything that's happening, not have him vanish him into thin air.”Marlow mutters under his breath, “We could tell them he ran away by himself while we were preparing him for handover....”Flan

Daniel sits stiffly on the edge of the leather couch, wrists still tingling from where the man’s grip had been when he had been forcefully pushed before while in the hallway. The gunman is gone now, door shut behind him, and the sound of the lock sliding into place echoes too loudly in the quiet room... But now he's still alone with the stranger, who decided that getting him something was going to be, probably, a peace offering.He glances around again, surrounding him is plush modern furniture, neat as hell, no dust, no windows wide enough to crawl through. It’s not a prison, not exactly. But it isn’t freedom either...Sure, he'd know the difference especially as he's only just gotten out of one, into another.The click of another lock makes him jolt...Then he walks in."You seem really curious about who I am." he chuckles."Should I not?""I should think you'd actually know me... Nice to meet you Daniel, I am Alec Steele."Daniel stares... And slowly, the name gets a damn face...

The first thing Raees notices is the light.That pale, in between morning glow that isn’t night anymore but not quite morning either, the kind that filters through thin curtains and paints everything a slight blue to show that the day is starting as well. Her eyes blink open to the dim room, and has as become her habit, she extends her hand to where Reid is... or is supposed to be but, this morning, the space beside her is cold and empty...Reid’s side of the bed looks untouched, the sheets smooth and still as though he didn't sleep in it at all the whole night, but she knows better because they had come together inside the previous night.She sits up slowly, brushing hair from her face. The house is quiet too, like it's just her alone in there. There are no footsteps or the shuffling sounds from downstairs as Reid walks around in the mornings, doing whatever, no running water, no humming, it's all just silence.It’s barely a few minutes to six in the morning and the bed is already st