Lahat ng Kabanata ng Seducing My Husband's Arch-enemy!: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

The morning started like a pretty regular, peaceful morning.Absolutely nothing seemed like it could go on with the pretty and fluffy looking white clouds, light blue sky…Then the illusion of perfection shattered.“Dad? Dad! Come and see the news.” Elena yells frantically, running into her parent’s room and startling them awake.“It’s so early in the morning Lena, what is wrong?” Frieda asks, turning on the light with sleep coating the bags and lines around her eyes from weeping so much these past week and few days.Rowland opens his eyes groggily, “What’s the cause of the screaming? Is Grandma dead?”“No, grandma is fine…”A momentary look of disappointment creases his face before he asks again disinterestedly, “Then what is such an emergency for you to want to scream the whole place down today?”“It’s… It’s Daniel!”Frieda immediately snaps fully awake. “What happened to my Daniel? Where is he? Is he here at home?”Elena shakes her head.“Talk damn it!” Rowland snaps, springing to

“Where is my son? Did you have him kidnapped just like you have wrongfully taken this company from his hands?” Rowland bellows again, clearer and louder, standing up from the chair he had been silently nestling in for the past not more than three minutes.Raees outrightly bursts into laughter. “Mr. Flanagan, I and everyone here understands your loss. And when I say loss, I don’t mean Daniel, I mean the company, so we all know very well that you’re not here to look for Daniel that probably ran off with his own two legs, but you are just here to sabotage the whole event.”A lot of people nod.“So, you will only be disrespecting yourself if you continue with this ruse. Moreover, this event is being recorded and will be broadcasted later in the news, do you want to see yourself being carried out of here?”Rowland goes red in the face, realizing that most people are on her side. With one last ditch attempt, he turns around and faces the audience, his back turned to Raees and everyone on the

Shauna Flanagan.Raees knew right from the first moment she had seen the picture in the mansion that something about the woman had been terribly, terribly familiar.But to hear that she was the one who had bravely pulled her out of the water all those years back, the woman who had brought her out of the water after she had been pushed in by someone as a joke, the same woman who had breathed heavily as she carried her on her hands to the hospital, was Shauna Flanagan, the mother of the man she loves.And their anniversary is coming right up. "I'm sorry I didn't say anything, I thought you kind of knew about her." Reid apologies.Raees shakes her head negatively. "I had no idea but now it's as though the book has just opened in my head, I now remember everything. How she had run to the hospital with me in her hands. Your mother saved my life—" Raees comments, her voice breaking as she turned to him, tears in her eyes. "And I never got to thank her for it.""There's a way you can thank

The applause still echoed in her ears long after the long and brightly colored ribbon had been cut.“Cecelia Monroe, Director!” They had called her to the podium at the time. The title rang in her head like a bell that refused to stop, giving her a dull migraine.On stage, she’d smiled very brightly, even tried for a small recognitory wave to the audience. She’d even managed to hold the scissors with confidence, her fingers held steady as the ribbon fluttered down in front of the cameras, cut. But now, hours later, standing alone in the wide glass office Raees had “gifted” her, her hands trembled when she tried to pour herself a drink.Was all of these a good decision? Did she go the right way? What has she just sacrificed with that ribbon cut? What did she cut away just because of a damn title?The office smelled of new wood and fresh paint. The desks were sleek, polished, untouched by paperwork. The city sprawled out below through not so tall windows, glowing, buzzing alive. This wa

The day of the anniversary rolled right around, faster than presumed, and for the past days, they’ve spent all the time they can with one another, being each other’s anchor. And as much as it’s been comforting and fun, it’s been bringing them only so much closer tan before.The cemetery was quiet that afternoon, the kind of quiet that pressed in around you, heavy and silent with the aura of the dead in the air.A low breeze moved through the trees, shaking loose the scent of damp earth and wet grass from the mild dew that morning. Raees clutched the small bouquet of white lilies she’d insisted on bringing, even though Reid hadn’t asked for them. He hadn’t said much at all, bottling up his feelings except for some small words.He must miss them so much.He walked right beside her in silence, his steps steady but slower than usual. She could tell he was dragging his feet, reluctant but determined, as if every step toward his parents’ resting place scraped old wounds raw. His hand found