All Chapters of Craving The Enemy's Husband: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Chapter 232: Tatiana vs Stella**Tatiana’s POV**The moment she whispered yes, I felt a spark of satisfaction rush through me. Her eyes were glowing with both excitement and disbelief as she clutched the bag like it was treasure, like it was the first time someone had ever given her something she truly wanted.“See?” I said with a cheeky grin, slipping my arm through hers. “That wasn’t so hard. Sometimes life just hands you a miracle.”She let out a nervous laugh, the sound soft, almost like she wasn’t used to laughing freely. “I just… I can’t believe you really bought this for me. You barely even know me.”I tilted my head. “Then maybe it’s time I do know you.”That made her smile. Shy at first, but then wider, more confident. “Okay. Um… my name’s Stella. Stella Reyes.”“Stella.” I tried her name on my tongue, nodding in approval. “I like it. Strong, pretty and memorable.”She blushed faintly. “Thank you.”“By the way, I am Tatiana. Tatiana Adams” I smiled at her and she smiled back

Chapter 234: The Sexy Lecturer**Stella’s POV**The lecture hall buzzed with chatter, the kind of nervous noise only first-year students could make. Bags zipped open and shut, laptops blinked awake, and I could hear the faint rustle of gum wrappers being peeled away by trembling fingers. It was our first real class at Rice University, and I was buzzing too, but for a completely different reason. Everyone else seemed wrapped in their nerves about the syllabus, GPA expectations, or impressing the lecturer. Me? My thoughts weren’t on grades at all. My pulse raced for something far more personal, far more dangerous. I wasn’t here for the usual college thrills. I was here for Tatiana.My mother’s words echoed in my head, a sharp reminder of the plan she had pressed into me before I left home: “Get close to her and take every given opportunity”I hope she is taking this course. I barely had time to sort through the knot of emotions tightening in my chest when the door at the front of the ha

Chapter 236: Ryan Vs Tatiana**Ryan’s POV**I hated newbies. Grandma had asked me to be paitent, but they keep getting on my nerves.Do they not make their research and read their emails before resuming? Don’t they attend orientation?My gaze snapped to the boy slinking through the door, late, interrupting my lecture. I didn’t even need to think. My tone cut through the air like a blade.“You. Out.”He froze, wide-eyed. “What?”“You’re late. And in my class, late equals absent. Out.” I didn’t raise my voice…I never needed to. Authority, properly wielded, didn’t require volume.The boy stammered, already shrinking beneath the weight of silence. “But it’s the first day. I didn’t even…”I cut him off with a single raised hand. “Rules are rules. If you’d read your email, you’d know that. Clause three: punctuality is non-negotiable. Now leave.”The lecture hall fell into stillness. A few students traded uneasy glances, others buried themselves in their laptops, pretending not to watch. The

Chapter 238: Daddy is sick**Tatiana’s POV**The boring and annoying class ended and the weird and arrogant teacher left. Stella had gone to rectify a payment issue at the bursary and I was starving.I found my way to get something gooood.The canteen was buzzing with soft chatter, the clinking of cutlery, and the faint hum of air-conditioning that fought desperately against the Texas heat. I wasn’t supposed to be here — not technically. This was the canteen reserved for the lecturers, the academic staff, the people who carried authority in their voices and pens. Students had their own noisy cafeteria across the lawn, a place overflowing with plastic trays, greasy food, and laughter that was just a little too loud.But I was Tatiana Adams.The daughter of Bryan Adams and Christiana Salazar. The only child of parents who were both respected and whispered about in equal measure. Doors opened for me, whether people wanted them to or not.So yes, I sat down in the lecturer’s canteen, my t

Chapter 240 **Stella’s POV** I had just finished rectifying the stupid and humiliating payment issue that I was called to the bursary for. It’s almost like they forgot I was in scholarship. I was on my way back to the class and Tatiana’s hurried figure had already vanished down the drive, her luxury car swallowing her up before I could even think to call after her. For a second a small, ridiculous pang of disappointment hit me: I would wanted to ask her what she wanted to do tonight, perhaps we could have coffee, a movie, the kind of easy, careless laughter strangers share before they become people who know your secrets. Instead I stood on the pavement, the designer bag she had bought for me still clutched in my hand, feeling ridiculous and gilded all at once. My phone buzzed so loud I felt it in my ribs. “Mom,” I said into the line, breathless without wanting to be. “What…what now?” There was a long, slow exhale on the other end. Matilda never rushed. She moved like someone who