บททั้งหมดของ Craving The Enemy's Husband: บทที่ 241 - บทที่ 250

Chapter 242: Room 507**Tatiana’s POV**My heart felt like it was trying to punch its way out of my chest. The driver had barely stopped the car when I flung the door open and bolted toward the hospital entrance. My sneakers slapped against the tiles as I rushed inside, gasping for breath, fear clawing at my throat.“Excuse me!” I shouted at the reception desk, slamming my palms down on the polished counter so hard the pens in their holder rattled. “My father… Bryan Adams. Where is he?”The receptionist jolted, eyes wide at the force of my panic. Her hands fumbled across the keyboard as she pulled the monitor closer, clicking through files at breakneck speed. My chest was heaving, the words clawing at my throat.“Adams, Bryan… yes, he was admitted about an hour ago,” she stammered, scanning the screen. “Fifth floor, private wing, room 507.”I didn’t even wait for her to finish. “Thank you!” I shouted, already backing away, legs propelling me toward the elevators like my body knew the

Chapter 244: Ryan is Bella's son**Tatiana’s POV**Bella’s gun gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lights, its black barrel following every tiny movement my mom made.My hands trembled, but I forced myself to stay still, clutching onto my phone in a way that looked natural. I kept it low against my leg, the screen dimmed, praying Bella wouldn’t notice.Mom stood between me and the weapon, her voice calm even though I knew her heart had to be pounding just like mine. “Bella,” she said softly, as though coaxing a wild animal, “put the gun down. This doesn’t have to end this way.”It’s almost like mom didn’t know what to say, and that was strange. Was that what fear does to people?Bella laughed, a sharp, bitter sound that scraped against my nerves. “End this way? Christiana, everything has already ended for me. My marriage, my youth, my reputation. I’ve been a ghost for twenty years, waiting for this moment.”I glanced at Dad. He was too weak, his body sunken into the bed, sweat drippin

Chapter 246: Tony and Matilda**Stella’s POV**Everything was just happening to fast. My father… that I had just met few hours ago, returned back like a desperate man.He said he wanted to pass it down to me as soon as possible and this excited mom so much.The pen still felt warm in my hand, my signature resting beneath Tony Amazli’s bold one on the last document. My father. The word still felt foreign on my tongue, awkward, like a coat too heavy for me to wear. He had just signed me in officially as his heir, his successor, his only child.He closed the folder, his hands slow, deliberate. His face was strong, weathered with age, but it softened as his eyes landed on me.“There,” he said finally, his voice gravelly. “It’s done. You’re my heir now.”I swallowed hard, my heart racing. This moment should have felt triumphant. It should have felt like victory, like stepping into a destiny I had always dreamed about. But all I felt was a strange emptiness.Tony leaned back in his chair, l

Chapter 248: Stella Amazli**Stella’s POV**I buried my mother quickly, too quickly because she didn’t have any family other than me, she also didn’t have any friends.No grand speeches. No lavish tributes. Just a quiet, efficient service arranged by men in black suits who didn’t dare meet my eyes for long.I have my father's funeral to attend, which i know would be filled with rich people. The scent of lilies still clung to my clothes when I returned to the Amazli estate, but instead of grief tightening my chest, I felt… light.There was no mother breathing down my neck, plotting with her endless schemes and my father, who is a billionaire in the oil and gas sector had died also. Both of them were gone. Now thinking of it, I actually didn’t lose them… they just gave me everything.Just like in church, the reverend preached that we didn’t actually lose Christ on the cross, what he did was for our salvation.He gave his life, so we could have life.I guess that was what my parents had

Chapter 250: Epilogue.**Christiana’s POV**Bryan and I sat nestled in the master suite of the Salazar mansion, the golden glow of the bedside lamp casting flickering shadows that danced across the walls like whispered secrets. His gaze hadn’t left me for what felt like an eternity, his eyes tracing every curve of my face with a reverence that made my heart stutter. It was as though he were committing me to memory, as though I were a rare relic he feared might vanish.“What?” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, a nervous flutter under the weight of his stare.He offered a soft, almost secretive smile, shaking his head. “Nothing. Everything. You.”A flush crept up my cheeks, and I dipped my gaze, but his fingers found my chin, tilting it gently yet firmly until our eyes locked again. His touch was an anchor, grounding me in a way only he ever could.“Christiana,” he said, his voice a low, resonant rumble that sent shivers cascading through me. “Do you know what it was like tha