All Chapters of Craving The Enemy's Husband: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Chapter 131: Craving The Enemy’s Husband **Tony’s POV** The weight of the gun in my hand felt heavier than anything I had ever carried in my life. My palm was slick with sweat, the cool metal biting into my skin like it wanted to remind me this wasn’t a dream. This was real. A little part of me wanted to start regretting ever coming here, but I fought hard with it. I had to do what I had to do. I had waited at the corners of the Adam’s Estate. Waiting for Bryan so I could tail him and kill him. I didn’t know Christiana would be with him, but I couldn’t back down now. I had to finish what I started, my father had disowned me anyways, the only thing I have left is Christiana and I must have her. The boutique was silent now. The other women had fled, their heels clicking in a panic as they scrambled out the door, but I barely registered them. I only saw her Christiana. She was standing there in a gown that looked like it had been sewn from starlight, her hair tumbling over her shou

Chapter 133: Stay With Me **Christiana’s POV** The world slowed into fragments the moment the gunshot rang out. The sound was a rupture. It tore through the air, rattled the chandeliers overhead, and echoed against the boutique’s walls like it wanted to rip the whole place apart. My ears rang, high and shrill, drowning out even the sound of my own breath. My body went colder than I had ever felt. The shock locked my lungs, a frozen weight crushing my chest. For a heartbeat, I thought that was it. That my story ended here. That the last thing I would see would be the fury in Tony’s eyes. But then I opened my eyes and Bryan was still standing. Wide-eyed, rigid, his arms flung instinctively out as if to shield me, he was unharmed. My own chest was still rising and falling in terrified gasps. What a relief! Tony had missed. The bullet had struck the mirror behind us. A jagged crack ripped through the glass before the entire sheet shattered, exploding into a thousand glittering sha

Chapter 135: Prison **Christiana’s POV** The walls of the prison were always gray and ugly. Not just the paint, though that was chipped and stained from years of neglect, curling at the corners like the building itself was tired of standing but the air itself felt gray. Heavy and oppressive. The metallic clatter of keys, the echo of boots on concrete floors, the harsh slam of one heavy door after another, it all pressed down like invisible shackles. The corridors reeked faintly of bleach, but it wasn’t enough to mask the sweat, the iron, the stale bitterness that seemed to cling to every surface. Walking through those halls was never just about the place. It was about the memories it dragged up, the shame of being “the murder’s daughter.” I hadn’t set foot here since Tony dragged me back six months ago, insisting I tell my father face-to-face about Bella’s engagement to Bryan Adams. I had hated him for it, hated the way he forced me to relive that but maybe Tony had known me too

Chapter 137: Doubt Creeping In **Christiana’s POV** The drive back from the prison left me unsettled, the weight of my father’s words pressing down on me like a lead cloak. My knuckles were white on the steering wheel, my hands trembling despite my effort to keep a grip, and every honk or screech from the road set my nerves on edge. I kept glancing in the rearview mirror, counting the cars behind me again and again, even though my rational mind told me I was being paranoid. But what if I wasn’t? What if she was already watching, waiting for the perfect moment to strike? The memory of Diane’s accident, the whispers of her death orchestrated, circled in my mind like vultures. What if she sends a truck? What if it’s me next? I tried to shake it off, to remind myself that my father had probably lost his mind, that his words were laced with worry and paranoia more than fact. Yet the seed of unease had been planted, and it refused to be ignored. My mind raced through endless scenarios:

Chapter 139: Prospective Christiana Adams Christiana’s POV The hotel corridors were quieter than I expected, hushed with that strange, sterile silence that seemed to stretch on forever. The faint hum of distant ventilation was the only sound, broken by the soft, uneven clicks of my heels against the carpet. Each step echoed back at me in whispers that didn’t feel entirely my own. I clutched my purse closer to my side, my heart hammering so hard I half-expected it to reverberate against the walls. The front desk clerk hadn’t even raised an eyebrow when I walked in. She just gave me a polite nod and a practiced smile. I supposed the Adams name still carried enough weight to silence suspicion, to grease the wheels of access. Bryan’s room number was 627, it burned into my mind from the text he had sent earlier in the day. A casual message at the time, a promise that he was settled, ready for tomorrow. Now, it felt like a breadcrumb leading me somewhere I wasn’t sure I wanted to go. I