All Chapters of Craving The Enemy's Husband: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CHAPTER 51: Gym **Christiana’s POV** Bright Saturday mornings like this meant one thing, I had to hit the gym. All through the week I’ve been at work with Bryan and it has been amazing. He asked me to stay back yesterday after work, and when everyone was gone, I went into his office and he gave me a quickie that didn’t seem to want to leave my head. Now, will all the junks I have eaten all through the week at work, both through the mouth and through my pvssy, I had to hit the gym, to keep my focus. My dear focus on destroying Bella Calamida. I was not chasing a “new me” or counting macros like half the people here. I wasn’t a fitness junkie obsessed with calorie burns and heart rate monitors. The gym was just… neutral ground. The one place I could move my body hard enough to quiet my brain without it feeling like work. Quieten my brain to distract me from Bryan and keep my focus on Bella, seduce Bryan, destroy Bella. The background noise helped too, it played this African afro b

Chapter 53: Never See Her ComingShe wore ripped high-waisted jeans that hugged her legs in a way that drew the eye without trying too hard, and a cream knit sweater that slid off one shoulder in a slouchy, teasing way — an exposed collarbone, the faint outline of a delicate strap beneath. On her feet were scuffed white sneakers with tiny charms threaded through the laces, an oddly girlish touch that clashed charmingly with her otherwise sensual vibe.Matilda was beautiful, yes, but it was the effortlessness that made her dangerous. Men didn’t see her coming, they just realized too late that they’d already told her everything. She was the kind of pretty that felt safe until you were already tangled up in it.“Gosh! You are so beautiful” Diane said, still admiring her.“Thank you, Diane”“Wow, my son will definitely fall for you” she was already imagining Bryan leaving Bella for this chick.“Alright, Diane,” Matilda said, leaning forward, her chin propped on her hand, bracelets sliding

Chapter 55 : Married To A Witch**Bryan’s POV **I just stared at Bella and I am sure she would have wondered why I took it so personal, but that didn’t matter to me. Inside my head, I was thinking the same thing I had been thinking more and more lately: I hate Bella and with each passing day, I feel like killing her in her sleep for her to have deceived me into getting married to her by stealing Christiana’s identity. Later that day, I tried calling Christiana but each time, it rang out, the sound echoing in my ear like an accusation. By the fourth time that I tried, it went straight to voicemail. I was pacing my study now, phone in hand, the muted afternoon light spilling in from the tall windows. Her name glowed on the screen, taunting me with its silence. Worry prickled in my chest because I knew she was hurt. And the part that unsettled me most was… I didn’t know if she was hurt more by Bella’s venom or by the fact that I had appeared with Bella to ruin her day. Thinking bac

Chapter 57: The Office Love**Third Person’s POVAt the far end of the open-plan floor, Sandra swivelled her chair toward Desmond and Ben’s corner, her expression already carrying that unmistakable you’re-not-going-to-believe-this glint. She rose, coffee mug in hand, and strolled over under the guise of a refill. As she passed Desmond’s desk, she gave his arm a quick nudge, tilting her head ever so slightly toward the front of the office where Bryan and Christiana still stood in view. Her eyes flicked from Christiana to Bryan, then back again, just in time to catch Bryan leaning forward a fraction, saying something low enough that only Christiana could hear. Before Desmond could comment, Bryan’s voice came through the intercom: “Ben, please come into my office.” Ben groaned so softly it was almost a growl, pushing himself up from his chair. “Perfect. Just when it’s getting good,” he muttered, shooting Sandra a ‘don’t-you-dare-fill-him-in-later’ look before disappearing toward Bryan

Chapter 59 : Matilda 2From where Tony stood, the scene was almost absurd Bryan Adams, the CEO that Christiana is using to get her revenge, hoping to win his heart was seated across from a woman who looked like she had stepped straight out of a scandalous tabloid spread. The pairing was so unexpected, so out of place in this polished little restaurant, that Tony’s lips quirked in disbelief before tilting toward amusement. “What the hell…?” he murmured under his breath. Without consciously deciding to, his feet carried him further inside. Curiosity had hooked itself deep, tugging him toward the back where they sat. His mind flicked through a series of half-formed questions, was Bryan a professional whore now? Some kind of discreet high-end arrangement? And why did there seem to be a revolving door of women around him lately? But as he drew closer, his focus shifted. He got a clearer look at Matilda’s face… and something in him stuttered. Nostalgia. It was sharp and precise, as if