All Chapters of Craving The Enemy's Husband: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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The Witch

Chapter 31: The Witch **Bella’s POV** The wine was perfect this afternoon. It was crisp, cold, and expensive enough to taste like victory. The kind of vintage you didn’t just drink; you imagine with it, letting the glass linger in your hand, swirling until it caught the sunlight just so. I sank deeper into the velvet cushions of my armchair, my phone balanced between my fingers, the glow of the screen still haloing the last message I had sent to Christiana. I read it again, slower this time, savoring each word like a piece of chocolate melting against the roof of my mouth. __ *Me: Anyway, I’m enjoying my afternoon in bed with my billionaire husband. Thought you might want to know. He would do anything for me.* __ Mmm. Perfect to make her go mad. I could imagine Christiana’s face going rigid the second her eyes reached the end of that sentence. I could practically see it: the way her lips would press together to stop a tremble, the shallow breath she had take

Tony Vs Bryan 3

Chapter 32 – Bryan’s POV The air in the suite’s meeting room seemed to still, like the walls themselves were holding their breath. “Lay her off,” Tony had said, without any explanation or even addressing any situation. He just said it like it was the most natural request in the world. As if I had come all the way from Adams Petroleum and Gas, a 20 minutes journey to discuss personnel changes instead of a multi-million-dollar oil partnership that was supposed to open doors for both our companies. My chair creaked as I leaned back, narrowing my eyes. “Tony,” I said slowly, tasting the weight of his name in my mouth the way you test a coin for authenticity, “I don’t know what history you two have, but Christiana’s employment isn’t your decision to make.” He just sat there in his tailored suit, calm as still water, the kind of calm that made you think there was something dangerous moving beneath the surface. I let my voice drop a notch, colder now. “And the last man who tried to

Gold Digger

Chapter 33: Gold Digger **Bella’s POV** “I need to speak with you,” Diane said, and even though her tone was level, something about the way her eyes locked on mine told me this wasn’t going to be one of those polite, empty society exchanges over tea and cucumber sandwiches. No, this was the stare of a woman who had come to start a fight. I knew Diane was going to be a problem, but I'm very sure I am a step ahead of her. I smiled with a slow, practiced smile that had gotten me through galas, brand launches, and high-stakes dinners with men who thought they were in control. “By all means,” I said, gesturing toward the velvet armchair opposite mine. “Sit.” She didn’t. Instead, she walked further towards me, each click of her heels on the marble floor like the tick of a countdown clock. The faint, expensive scent of her perfume reached me and I could smell her determination. She stopped close enough that I could see the faintest trace of a vein pulsing at her temp

Christiana Salazar

Chapter 34 **Bryan’s POV** Pete’s steady hands were still on the wheel, the hum of the car’s engine filling the silence between us. The late afternoon sun cut sharp slants of gold through the tinted windows, streaking across my suit sleeve. Outside, the city rolled by in a blur of steel and glass, every passing streetlight and intersection just another beat in the clockwork rhythm of my thoughts. And that rhythm kept syncing to one echo: How could you not know who your secretary really is? Tony’s voice had that staying power, that line kept circling the drain in my head no matter how much you try to flush it out. I shifted in my seat, gripping my knee until the muscle tightened under my palm. My eyes stayed locked on the windshield, refusing to so much as flick toward the phone resting on the seat beside me. The temptation was right there. Like an open flame. One touch and it would burn. I told myself I wouldn’t. I told myself checking on Christiana now would be

Guilt

Chapter 35 **Christiana’s POV** Bella had made her motive clear. She wants to be the devil in my life. If she had sent me those messages to spark up something, she succeeded. I think in my previous life, I may have done something to her to make her hate and attack me this way, no doubt if she had the opportunity to kill me, she definitely would. Since I met her, she has been trying to make life harder for me. What she had done to my mother wasn’t enough; apparently, the destruction she left in her wake all these while wasn’t satisfying enough to retire on. She wanted to take every scrap of joy that came my way and crush it before it could grow into anything worth holding onto. She had never understood one thing about me, the more you push me into a corner, the sharper my teeth get. She still sees me like the Christiana she knew five years ago, the stupid and naive Christiana. I told her everything about me but I know nothing about her. What a friend! I looked aroun

The Threat

Chapter 36: The Threat Bella’s POV I hate afternoons! I'm the devil and darkness prevails here, the sun light catching the rim of my wineglass and scattering reflections like little sparks. I swirled what was left, letting the liquid coat the crystal, slow and indulgent. The sound was soft but deliberate, a quiet punctuation to the stillness in the room. I had asked Diane Adams to come back when she was about to leave angrily, she had said so much for one day, how could she go scot-free. I asked her to sit down so we could discuss matters more amicably. I would have killed her right here and right now if not that this is the Adams Mansion and I do not have anyone I could trust here yet to dispose the garbage. All the staff members here literally don't like me, and I don't like them either. Diane Adams sat across from me, her posture as rigid as if the chair beneath her were made of steel instead of velvet. The kind of posture that screamed discipline, breeding, and cont

Unraveling

Chapter 37: The Unraveling Bryan’s car rolled up the long, curving driveway just as the last streak of daylight thinned into shadow over the estate. From the living room window, Bella stood watching like a Hawk. A DEMONIC HAWK. She stood still as a painting, as the headlights swept in a wide arc across the marble forecourt. The glow lingered on the glossy columns before winking out when the engine cut. She exhaled once, smoothing her silk robe over her hips, fingers lingering on the sash. Her movement was unhurried, deliberate. Presentation was everything. Tonight, she decided, she would be the picture of warmth and devotion, the version of herself that Bryan had once rushed home to, the one who could make him forget the world outside these walls. The front door opened, letting in a brief draft that curled around her bare legs. And there he was, tall, broad-shouldered, the lines of his charcoal suit rumpled from the day. His tie hung loose, the first two buttons of h

Watching Christiana

Chap’ter 38: Watching Christiana. “Morning, Mr. Adams,” Mc Snortface called, his grin so wide it practically split his face. I slowed mid-step, narrowing my eyes. “Morning…" I looked at his name tag as though I didn't know his name before, "Mc Snortface.” That ridiculous name still made me wonder if his parents had been cruel or drunk when they signed the birth certificate. Although, I heard it wasn’t even his real name. It was some half-joking nickname the staff gave him years ago that had somehow stuck. His grin didn’t fade and that was when my first thought hit me like a sucker punch: the night in my office with Christiana. The quiet that wasn’t entirely quiet. The heavy glass door that didn’t quite muffle the sound of her breathing against mine. The security guards on patrol at that time weren’t deaf, they must have heard something. Was that what this grin was about? Had he heard something? Was he remembering it right now, picturing it every time he saw me? I r

Get In The Car, Christiana

Chapter 39: Get In The Car, Christiana **Christiana’s POV** “Do you want a husband?” I turned my head sharply at the sound of the question, half expecting it to be some kind of street joke. The woman standing beside me was short, round-faced, and wearing a floral headscarf that was tied under her chin like something out of an old movie. She had a purse tucked under one arm and a grocery bag under the other. Her smile was wide, mischievous. “What?” I asked, certain I had misheard her. “A husband,” she repeated, as if she were offering me a cup of coffee. “Free of charge. My son needs a wife, and you...” she waved a hand up and down in my direction “... you are too beautiful to be standing at a bus stop alone in Houston.” I blinked at her. “That’s… very generous of you, but...” “You don’t have to answer now,” she said, cutting me off. “He’s handsome, works construction, doesn’t drink too much, and has all his teeth. You would be lucky.” I let out a startled laugh, sha

Awkward

Chapter 40: Awkward **Bryan’s POV** The way she reacted wasn’t what I expected. Instead of dodging the question, getting flustered, or stiffening the way most people would when cornered, Christiana threw her head back and laughed. Not the polite kind people use to buy time. It sounded very genuine, light and just self-deprecating enough to make me wonder if she had been waiting years for someone to ask her this very question. “You really want to know?” she said, turning her head just enough to meet my eyes for a fraction of a second before shifting her gaze back to the windshield, like the passing blur of streetlights suddenly demanded her full attention. “I asked, didn’t I?” I kept my voice even, casual, but the truth was, her reaction had thrown me off balance. She shifted in her seat, “Fine,” she said, dragging the word out. “I remained a virgin because…” She let the sentence hang just long enough for me to register the glint in her eyes. “…I never actually d

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