All Chapters of Craving The Enemy's Husband: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Chapter 202: Pascal Adams**Bryan’s POV**The office was so familiar, I could slowly gather fragments of memories around it. The scent of polished wood and fresh paper, the quiet hum of conversations in the hallways… it all tugged at something buried deep within me.I felt a rush of joy when I recognized Susan. Her face broke into a wide smile, and before I could even speak, she clasped my hand warmly. The ease of her presence, the way her eyes softened when they looked at me, filled me with a relief I hadn’t known I needed.“I have missed you so much Mr. Adams,” she said, her voice low but steady, as though she had been waiting all this time.I smiled, my chest swelling, and for the first time in days, the title CEO didn’t feel like an empty badge pinned on me.Christiana stood at my side, her hand slipping into mine. The strength of her grip steadied me, poured courage through me like water into cracked soil. She didn’t need to say anything; her quiet presence told me everything, I

Chapter 204: Jealous much**Bryan’s POV**Pascal’s arm stayed hooked around Christiana’s waist longer than it should have. His fingers rested there like he owned the right, like he was staking a claim, and my jaw clenched so tightly I thought my teeth would crack.The executive lobby still buzzed with whispers, ripples of shock moving across the crowd like wind through tall grass. Eyes darted between us, the missing CEO, the brazen brother of the missing CEO and the woman who used to be CEO’s secretary, who almost turned wife, caught between. But Pascal didn’t care. He didn’t even glance at me anymore.He pulled Christiana with him, his movements smooth, practiced. As if dragging her through my company was nothing more than another walk down a runway.“Come,” he said smoothly, his hand sliding down from her waist to her elbow. “We shouldn’t discuss this in the open. Family matters belong behind closed doors.”Family matters.The words tasted like poison. That was my line. My building.

Chapter 206: A lady looking for Christiana**Third Person POV**The executive department lobby hummed with restless energy. Staff who usually carried themselves with rigid professionalism now clustered in uneasy groups, their whispers buzzing like hornets in the air. Phones were clutched too tightly, documents held but forgotten, eyes darting to the closed doors of the CEO’s office where the storm had gathered.At the far end, Sandra crossed her arms so tightly her nails dug crescents into her skin, her eyes narrowed into sharp slits as she watched the commotion spill from Bryan Adams’ sudden reappearance. Her jaw worked as if she were chewing her own resentment. She leaned toward the trio of men, Ben, Desmond, and Victor with her voice dripping with spite.“Why does Christiana get them all?” she hissed, her tone sharp enough to cut. “She’s got Bryan wrapped around her finger again, and now even Pascal…. Pascal, of all people looks at her like she’s gold. It’s pathetic. Disgusting.”V

Chapter 208: The War Has Just Begun**Bryan’s POV**The door clicked shut behind Christiana, sealing the air inside the office until it felt thick enough to choke on. For the first time since Pascal had strolled in with all the subtlety of a storm, it was just us. No distractions. No buffer. Just two brothers, staring each other down across the gulf carved by almost a decade of silence.He made himself comfortable instantly, lounging back on the leather couch like he owned it, his movements smooth, practiced. One leg crossed over the other, his polished shoe bobbing lazily as if to taunt me. The gleam in his eyes was unmistakable. It was mischief, challenge, the same look he wore when we were boys and he’d gotten away with something I hadn’t.I couldn’t sit. My body was restless, buzzing with a tension I couldn’t shake. So I paced slowly near the desk, dragging my fingertips along the polished wood as if its sturdiness could keep me from lunging at him. My jaw was tight, every muscle

Chapter 210: Two Irony Brothers **Christiana’s POV**The moment I pushed open the office door, I knew something was wrong.The air was like the static before a storm, prickling against my skin. My eyes darted across the room, instantly catching the collision of two forces that should never have been in the same space.Pascal lounged on the couch, his posture relaxed but his smile too sharp, laughing at something only he found funny, a low chuckle that slithered through the silence like smoke. Bryan stood rigid behind the desk, his hands braced against the polished wood, his face taut with rage, the veins in his neck straining as though a single word might make him snap.The tension between them was palpable, thick enough to choke on. Pascal’s smugness radiated like a neon light, deliberate, taunting, while Bryan’s fury simmered just beneath the surface, boiling hot, threatening to erupt at any second.I froze in the doorway, my fingers tightening around the knob until the cold brass