All Chapters of Seducing My Husband's Arch-enemy!: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Evelyn sighs inaudibly at the back, seeing that they seem to be fine... Not that she'd thought otherwise anyway, these two aren't splitting up anytime soon, especially not because she stayed out late at a meeting...“Hey,” she says, voice even and regular. "Sorry I'm late, I was held up where I went this morning. I had some issues to settle before leaving. Are you angry I kept you waiting?"Reid doesn’t reply right away. He just looks at her, really looks, at her face, her eyes, the slight flush on her cheeks. The silence stretches until she tilts her head slightly, amusement flickering in her expression. “What are you staring at so much? Is there something on my face?”He lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, snapping out of it and managing a smile of his. “Its absolutely nothing, I just had to memorize your features again, it's like you got more beautiful lately.” He steps closer, his stride much easier now that he's seen her. “You ready for lunch?”She blinks at him,

Raees glances at Reid, who’s standing absolutely still, face unreadable but the news is just as heavy for him as it is for Elena.Rowland was his father’s brother, and even though he never was a figure of one to him after Holland died, he had attempted to make right his wrong…Elena continues, her voice growing tighter with every word, and though she’s not actively crying, the tears keeps falling out of her eyes no end in sight.At this point, security men from the company have surrounded them in a half circle, turning away spectators and gossipers who keep trying to listen in on the conversation.“I went back home the next day and when he didn’t come back on the morning of the day after still, we filed a missing person’s report. The police said they’d keep an eye out, but no one found anything, no trace, no calls because his device was turned off the entire time, nothing to track him with either. It had been a tenuous journey between home and police station but…”She pauses, wiping h

On every damn news channel, live, waving to a crowd of reporters and supporters of his, the flash of cameras exploding around him like fireworks.The headline beneath him reads in bold letters, sickening him to the stomach. “JAMESON MADDOCK ANNOUNCES INTENTION TO RUN FOR PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES.”Reid’s body goes completely still, his fingers trembling in slowly rising anger.The image burns itself into his mind, that smirk, that gleam of power, that same smug face Rowland had whispered about across that café table almost a week ago.Behind him, Raees is still trying to calm Elena, who’s hiccuping through her tears, unaware of what’s unfolding a few feet away, completely unaware of what’s even happening.Lord knows if she even remembers if her Dad is dead anymore…Reid’s throat feels dry and the edges of his vision blur.If this man should become the President of the country… fuck everything else that he would be screwing over, but that will mean he becomes invincible to whatev

The café smells like burnt sugar and cheap coffee, the kind of place that pretends to be warm while it’s really an island of strangers with their own problems. Aaron Lawson pushes the door open and the bell chimes a small, polite note that feels obscene against the rawness in his chest. He scans the room and finds Nathaniel Brooks exactly where he expects, by the window where he can always keep his eyes on things outside, and this time, he doesn't mind that, as his hands wrapped around a steaming cup, posture casual enough to make Aaron want to throw the mug through his face.Brooks looks up and, of course, he smiles like the man has all the time in the world. He sets his cup down as though he’s been waiting for Aaron to arrive for a friendly chat. Aaron crosses the café in three hard strides. The world narrows. The coffee steam blooms like a small, useless halo.“You think that was clever?” Aaron asks. His voice is low and even, but it’s a thin line stretched tight, he'd driven the

The city doesn’t sleep on Friday nights, it purrs like a cat that's filled to the brim.Far below the glass wall of Nathaniel Brooks’s penthouse, Lagos glows like spilled gold. Streetlights bleed into the wet roads, car horns sound like a lazy symphony, and somewhere, music drifts up from a rooftop bar. It’s the kind of night that looks calm from above but is built on chaos underneath, much like Nathaniel himself.He’s half sprawled on a king-sized bed, the silk sheets tangled around his hips, shirt unbuttoned and clinging faintly to skin slick with sweat. The woman beside him, nameless and pretty in the dim light, lies on her side scrolling through her phone. Her perfume hangs thick in the air, something floral and expensive that doesn’t quite hide the scent of sex and smoke.Nathaniel’s cigarette burns low between his fingers, the orange tip a soft pulse in the dark.The phone buzzes on the nightstand.He glances at the screen. Aaron Lawson.A slow grin curves his lips as he sets t