Semua Bab Craving The Enemy's Husband: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Chapter Three *Christiana’s POV* Tonight wasn’t about fashion. It was about precision and winning the heart of Bryan Adams. The mirror didn’t lie, but even I had to pause. The woman staring back at me wasn’t the one who had cried into her mother’s pillow or slept in oversized sweaters for weeks. She wasn’t the broken thing hiding from the world. She was calculated, composed and deadly. The black dress I chose was more than fabric, it was strategy. It hugged my waist, dipped low at the back, and clung to my hips like a second skin. Classy in the front, sinful in the back. My makeup was soft where it needed to be, striking where it mattered, smoky eyes, feathered brows, and lips painted in a deep red that whispered invitation and danger in the same breath. I let my hair fall in loose, dark waves over my shoulders, untamed, like something about me was just barely held together. Every inch of me screamed one word: unforgettable. “You sure about this?” I asked the girl in the mi

Chapter Five **Christiana’s POV** I hadn’t slept since that kiss. I just laid on the bed, tossing and turning, staring at the ceiling fan as it spun lazily above me, slicing the darkness with its soft whirring. The silence in my bedroom was thick, suffocating, like the air itself had grown heavy with questions I wasn’t ready to answer. Every few seconds, my mind circled back to the bar and lingers back to Bryan. The weight of his stare. The heat in his breath when it mingled with mine. The way his lips found mine like they already belonged there. God, I hated that I could still feel it. That kiss was unforgettable. I hadn’t expected it to feel like that. I hadn’t expected him to feel like more than a target. I was good in my seduction skills by the way. My phone buzzed on the nightstand and lit up with Tony’s name. I hesitated before answering. “Hey,” I said finally, trying to inject some normalcy into my voice. “You didn’t call me back last night.” His voice was c

Chapter Seven Christiana’s POV The prison smelled like metal, bleach, and regret. The kind of place where hope didn’t just die, it decayed, slowly and loud. I hadn’t been here since the sentencing. I hadn’t wanted to be. I told myself I’d never look him in the eye again. But here I was. The prison guards led me through two checkpoints before nodding toward the visitation window. It was very cold with a metal chair on either side of thick, fingerprint-smudged glass. The phone hanging on my side looked heavier than a normal telephone should be. I wonder what they added to this one that makes it more heavier? These petty kinds of things baffles me a lot and leaves me restless until my curiosity is satisfied with an appropriate answer. He was already seated there, waiting. I paused at the sight of him, rethinking my motive for visiting him. Tony really has a way of making me do things I do not want to do, I wonder how he was able to guilt talk me into this becau

Chapter Nine - Interview Christiana’s POV It's a new day. A step further to my revenge and today, I was going for an interview, to become the secretary to Bella Calamida's husband. I dressed my best and prepared fervently for it. It would be impossible for me not to qualify, matter of fact I overqualified. I had two Bachelor's Degree in Stanford University and Columbia University respectively, and I also have a Master's degree in Pennsylvania University. I am a smart girl, one thing I would give an applause to my father for always was how he invested so much in me, I am endowed with so many qualities. I qualify to be the wife of Prince Charles and even someone more reputable. How much more to be seduced by Bryan Adams, I know my onions. But, there were too many people in the lobby. Way too many. The kind of crowd that made you question your own qualifications, your perfume, your shoes… even your birth certificate. I wasn't sure any more if I would qualify bette