Semua Bab Craving The Enemy's Husband: Bab 1 - Bab 6

Chapter OneChristiana's POV“Chairman of Salazar Empire Arrested for Killing His Wife in Domestic Dispute.”“Salazar Empire Collapses in Scandal.”“Billionaire Family Falls from Grace After Tragic Murder.”I couldn't get a hold of my insanity with all the talks about my family. For f*cks sake, I am mourning! Yes, it is true. My father killed my mother but it was all because of me!That night was practically the worst night of my life. The argument between my parents was just like always, but this time, it was with more intensity. I didn’t bother to intervene, because some twisted part of me thought my mother was finally saying everything she’d always held back. I blamed myself because I had brought Bella into our lives. I had told my mother she was my best friend, I thought so.Little did I know that I brought the devil into our home. Mother was fed up that night because Father had gone too far with his entanglement with Bella, the affair was now being rubbed to her face and she

Chapter ThreeChristiana’s POVTonight wasn’t about fashion. It was about precision, 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 mirror.She just s

Chapter Ten Christiana’s POV Present Day – Adams Petroleum and Gas There’s something satisfying about organizing a space from scratch. Like taking control of the chaos in your head and transferring it onto polished surfaces. My new office smelled like fresh leather and ambition. Light streamed through the tall glass windows, catching the gold trim on the framed art and bouncing off the mahogany desk they’d assigned to me. I’d only been here an hour, but everything was already where it needed to be. The folders were arranged by urgency, the pens aligned by color, and the orchid on the corner of my desk stood like a delicate threat...elegant, toxic, beautiful. This was my battlefield now. I smoothed the front of my ivory blouse and adjusted the tiny, golden-framed photo on the shelf, an old portrait of the Adams oil rigs, gleaming in black and white like a memory Bryan probably inherited rather than earned. Everything in the office was spotless, curated, even my own presence. Fro