All Chapters of Craving The Enemy's Husband: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter Twelve: Results Bella’s POV The Adams estate was elegant, in a very old-money, conservative way. You know the type, beige walls, heavy drapes, heirlooms in gold frames. Was it pretty, yes of course. Was it luxurious? Definitely. But it needed a little me. I got married into a family as rich as my rivalry Christiana Salazar. I didn't mean to even cause the downfall of the Salazar family or their Empire but, it is what it is. Someone would have to take the fall. Someone would have to lose for me to win, that's the balance in life. No hard feelings. Besides, the old man couldn't get his eyes off my booty. What was I supposed to do? Reject luxury when it's been rubbed on my face? I thought it would be difficult to break up with Giveon Salazar when I finally got Bryan Adams but my God helped me. Just as I was about to break the news of a breakup to Giveon about the break up, wondering how he would take it despite how he had done some silly things to his family and

Chapter Fourteen Bryan’s POV There are things they don’t prepare you for in business school like how to keep your damn eyes off your secretary when she walks in looking irresistible. You can study finance, oil futures, leadership, mergers. They’ll teach you how to handle billion-dollar deals and how to manage twelve-hour board meetings. I have attended thousands of those classes since like forever, but never have I ever been taught how to manage a tempting secretary, never for once does anyone mention what to do when temptation enters your office in heels and lipstick, pretending to be just another employee. She is d@mn hot, I can feel the heat radiating off her when I'm close to her. I have never desired a woman the way I desire Christiana. This is a confession, a f*cking prayer. It’s like she rewired my chemistry. The moment her eyes met mine in that bar, she carved a space into my thoughts and set up camp, like she has come to stay and there's absolutely nothing I can

Chapter Sixteen **Christiana’s POV** I’ve always been an early riser, but today I made it a point to be even earlier, I was just too excited about taking another step to revenge. My plans have been going really well, I am so proud of myself and I am sure my mom, Grace Salazar would be proud also. I was as early as you can imagine, when the city still feels half-asleep and the sky is painted in that pale, hesitant light that hasn’t decided if it wants to be morning yet. The building was waking in fragments. The faint hum of the cleaning crew’s vacuum somewhere down the hall. The sharp scent of industrial-strength cleaner mingling with the first, rich wafts of coffee brewing in the staff kitchen. My designer heels clicked against the polished marble floors, each step echoing in the quiet. “Hello Ma’am” One of the security guys by the elevator greeted me. He had this very funny look that made me smile, I looked at his name tag and it said, ‘Mc Snortface’ I didn’t know

Chapter 18 **Christiana’s POV** The clock on my desk ticked past 7:15 p.m., loud and judgmental like it was personally offended I was still here at work. Everyone else had clocked out hours ago, their chairs abandoned like they were fleeing a crime scene. The office was dead quiet and a little too spooky for my liking, but I have to do what I have to do. I never thought that being alone in a department in a big building as this could make me feel like I’m being watched by ghosts, it was that spooky. If anybody saw me in this state of mine now, they would wonder why I am so scared and despite that, I am refusing to leave. I could have left, I didn’t have any pending job that I was doing, in fact I have done jobs for weeks to come already, I currently have nothing important to do, but I stayed because the fact that he had slept here last night told me everything I needed to know, the photo had landed exactly where I wanted it to. It had unsettled him, wormed its way into his

Chapter 20: Ignore your wife? **Bella’s POV** The house felt too big without Bryan in it. Every tick of the clock in the hall seemed to echo through the walls, bouncing back at me like a taunt. I sat on the edge of the sofa, my phone in hand, thumb hovering over his contact. I’d already called over ten times. Now I am calling again. Ring, ring, ring. No answer is torture for me. At least pick up the phone and tell me how busy you are, not ignoring my whole existence. The muscles in my jaw tightened, my teeth grinding together. Where the hell was he that he couldn’t just pick up the phone call to say he would call me back when he is done with the meeting. It felt beyond just an Oil and Gas meeting. There must be a reason why he was ignoring my calls. Bryan Adams didn’t ignore me, never in our period of courtship. Why would he just change overnight? I’m his wife. His motherfvcking wife! I deserve his accountability at least. Is it this hard to be married to a wealthy y