Lahat ng Kabanata ng Craving The Enemy's Husband: Kabanata 211 - Kabanata 220

Chapter 211: She wants it too**Bryan’s POV**Pascal plucked the phone out of Christiana’s hand so smoothly it almost looked rehearsed. By the time she blinked, he had already punched his number in, his thumb moving with the confidence of someone who never doubted he belonged.“Pascal…” she started, but he cut her off with a smirk.“There,” he said, holding the phone up before slipping it back into her palm. “Now, if you ever need someone who actually listens…” His hand lingered on hers, fingers brushing hers with deliberate intimacy. He squeezed lightly, his voice dropping into a mock-gentle tone. “Call me.”Then, as if the moment weren’t infuriating enough, he blew her a kiss. A lazy, arrogant, like this was some ridiculous romantic comedy where he played the leading man.Christiana didn’t falter. She didn’t blush, didn’t waver, didn’t even glance away from him. Her spine straightened, her eyes hard as steel.“Pascal,” she said firmly, her voice steady. “I don’t need to call you. Wh

Chapter 213: Bryan's Matilda**Christiana’s POV**Bryan had pulled me out of the office with Pascal’s constant annoying statements.The air outside was heavy, still charged from the storm of emotions that had swirled inside the office. I couldn’t shake off the way Pascal had looked at me and, the way Bryan had nearly exploded in front of him. The tension between the two brothers was already electric, and I feared I might be the fuse.But the moment we stepped into the car, Bryan’s hand closed over mine on the console, grounding me, reminding me that for all the chaos outside, between us, there was still something unshakable.We drove in silence for a while, the city lights blurring past, both of us lost in our thoughts. It wasn’t until we reached the edge of town that Bryan broke it.“Come with me to the mansion tonight.” His voice was soft, careful, like he was testing the water.I stiffened. “The mansion?”“Yes.” He flicked a glance at me, his dark eyes searching. “Adams Mansion, Ch

Chapter 215: Ryan... Bryan**Christiana’s POV**The drive to Bella’s mother’s house felt heavier than it should have. The streets stretched endlessly, vendors calling out over the hum of traffic, children darting between carts, the scent of something roasted and dust mingling in the air. Yet none of it could distract me from the weight pressing on my chest.I remembered the first time I’d come here, how unsettled I’d felt, how the chaos of the home mirrored the chaos Bella herself always dragged into my life. Part of me wondered why I was returning now, why I would willingly place myself in the orbit of someone tied so closely to the woman who had destroyed me time and again.But Matilda’s disappearance haunted me. I couldn’t shake the thought that if I’d acted sooner, she wouldn’t have fled. That guilt pushed me now. Maybe I couldn’t undo what had happened with her, but maybe… just maybe… I could do something here.When the cab finally pulled up, the house stood just as I remembered:

Chapter 217: BDSM room**Bryan’s POV**I had spent the entire week keeping this secret from Christiana, which was not an easy task. She had a way of looking at me with that searching eyes, like she could peel the truth out of me if she just stared long enough.I had managed to keep my mouth shut from spilling the surprise that awaits her. Finally tonight, I would see the look on her face when she discovered what I had prepared.Her trust in me mattered more than anything now. She had said no to rushing into marriage again, and I respected that, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t remind her of what we had before Bella twisted everything. I wanted her to feel safe with me again. Wanted her to know that even through the lost memories, I remembered what mattered most…us.“Close your eyes,” I said when we reached the hotel lobby.She gave me a suspicious look. “Bryan…”“No arguments.” I grinned, pulling a folded silk scarf from my pocket. “Humor me for once.”Her lips curved into a reluctant

Chapter 219: Bitchy Bella**Bella’s POV**The mansion was as quiet as a tomb when I slipped inside. Last time I was here was when I was still in a relationship with Giveon Salazar.Christiana wasn’t doing a good job taking care of the place, it looked tired. Well, maybe because she was the only one living in it. What a waste.I had watched how Bryan drove her in and they exchanged their disgusting love talks out there before Bryan drove away.That sick Bryan! When would he ever stop loving this bitch?Every step I took through the corridors sent memories crashing into me. How many times had I walked through halls just like this, in power, in control, untouchable? And now? Now I was reduced to shadows, breaking into homes like a thief, like a hunted dog.But I wasn’t a thief. I was taking back what was mine.Christiana had always been in my way. She had always been the thorn in my flesh, the name Bryan whispered in dreams, the ghost I could never quite exorcise. And now she had the aud