All Chapters of Craving The Enemy's Husband: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Chapter 162**Bryan’s POV**Bella was playing with my hair again, twirling strands between her fingers as if it were the most natural, intimate thing in the world. But to me, it was like nails on glass.The little little advances from her, scraped at my nerves until I could barely keep the irritation out of my face.Why? Why was everything she did pissing me off?She hadn’t actually hurt me, at least, not that I could remember. She hadn’t shouted at me, hadn’t threatened me. Still, something about her closeness, her easy familiarity, made my stomach knot with suspicion. Was I just being paranoid? Or was my body trying to remember something my brain refused to give me?The questions kept circling in my head, relentless. One of them pressed so heavily that I finally blurted it out.“How many siblings do I have?”“You only have one sibling,” she said, her voice soft and deliberate. Her eyes flicked to mine, then away almost instantly, like she was afraid of being caught in something. “An

Chapter 164*Christiana’s POV*Going back home to the Salazar Mansion was the only thing on my mind. Revenge had consumed me for so long, it had stripped me of everything else I once valued, and yet in the end, I had failed miserably.Woefully, to be precise.Now all I had left was the wreckage of that pursuit and the stubborn resolve to gather the pieces, to turn back to the dream I had carried since childhood of building the company I had prepared for nearly all my life.The mansion looked haunted.Maybe it was only because my mother died in it, because grief still lived in these walls like a ghost that refused to leave. Or maybe the house itself bore scars of what we had all endured.Either way, I knew this much: it was time to stop running from the past, time to face it head-on, time to build something from the ashes.The gates creaked open at my touch, their iron hinges protesting like old bones. The long driveway stretched ahead, flanked by trees that had once been manicured int

Chapter 166 Bryan’s POV I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, the weight of the day pressing against my chest like a stone. Every deal, every false smile I’d worn in those suffocating boardrooms still clung to me, but it wasn’t the business that kept me awake. It was her. Bella shifted beside me, restless, her breathing uneven as though she was waiting for me to break first. I could feel her eyes on me, tracing every line of my face, every twitch of avoidance. I swallowed hard. How could I escape her now? I’d already used the headache excuse once before. If I said it again, she would know. She would know I didn’t want her. And maybe that truth was something neither of us was ready to face. “Bryan…” Her voice came soft, coaxing, almost fragile. She slid closer, the silk of her nightgown brushing against my arm as her fingers grazed across my chest. “It’s been so long.” I turned my head slowly, catching the hunger in her eyes. No — not hunger. Desperation. Desperation disguise

Chapter 168*Christiana’s POV*I had been buried in my own retreat from the world. I had shut myself out, pulled the blinds, and poured every ounce of energy into building my brand. My phone buzzed day and night with notifications I refused to answer. I deliberately stayed off social media so I wouldn’t have to see anything that reminded me of Bryan or even Bella.I had gone dark.After the wedding day that never became a wedding, after the humiliation of standing in a white dress while everyone whispered, craning their necks toward the altar where no groom waited, after reading that vile letter in his handwriting that cut deeper than any blade, I thought silence was my only survival.So I stayed away from people, from the news and the endless chaos of the city. I carved out a corner of quiet, met only with my prospective investors, and worked furiously on building my brand.“Miss Salazar, do you think people will take you seriously after… everything?” one of them had asked, as he lea

Chapter 170*Bella’s POV*I could almost taste their envy.The moment I walked into the wedding dress fashion shop, heads turned.“I am getting married guys and I need the best wedding dress you have!” I yelled as though the words themselves were pearls spilling from my mouth and the attendants rushed to me lit up, with gowns draped over their arms. “Congratulations, señora! Such a blessing, such joy!” Their voices fell over me like incense. Every “Felicidades” was a reminder that I had won.They didn’t know who I was or who I was even getting married to, but in this world, marriage is an achievement even though a lot of people lie it isn’t.If marriage isn’t an achievement, why is almost 81% of the people in the world aspiring to get married or despising the divorced or even being called a divorce? The remaining 28% are just bitter people and insane people.The mystery of the fact I am getting married to a man who would rather die than to marry me again only made me shine brighter.