All Chapters of Craving The Enemy: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

CHAPTER 161MASONThe charity gala was supposed to be uneventful — dinner, polite handshakes, overpriced champagne, and a speech about “community impact” that would make everyone feel morally superior for a few hours.That was the plan.Except the moment I stepped onto the field for the pre-match introductions, my stomach dropped.Because he was there.Again.Front row. Smiling like he owned the place.Same sharp jawline, same soft features, same deceptively harmless eyes that seemed to memorize.The pretty twink from the bar. From the café. From Hawaii.I’d brushed it off every time — coincidence, maybe a fan. But seeing him here, watching me again with that same faint smile? No. This wasn’t coincidence anymore.I’d seen his face before.Not clearly. Just a blur from the PI’s report — a still frame from the resort cameras in Hawaii. The same build. The same hair.And now, that same smirk.My pulse ticked up.“Mr. Grant!” someone called.I turned sharply. One of the coordinators — old

CHAPTER 163TYLERI woke up to noise. Not the normal kind — not Mason humming in the shower, not the coffee machine, not the morning radio from the apartment upstairs.My phone.Blowing up. Buzzing nonstop like it was having a seizure.At first, I didn’t move. I was still half-asleep, my cheek pressed to Mason’s pillow, his scent warm and familiar. For a few seconds, everything was still soft. Safe.Then another vibration.And another.And another.Dozens. Hundreds.Something in my stomach dropped.I reached for the phone with a heavy hand, blinking at the blinding screen.Notifications.Lines and lines of notifications.Twitter: 2,389 mentionsInstagram: 560 tagsNews Alerts: 19 headlinesAnonymous numbers: “Call me back,” “Is this real?,” “Tyler??”One from my father’s assistant: Mr. Reyes, the Chairman wants to speak with you immediately.My blood went cold.Then I saw it.TRENDING #1: GRANT–REYES SCANDALTRENDING #2: EXPLICIT VIDEO LEAKS OF…My lungs locked.Hard.I opened one hea

CHAPTER 165MASON The moment Tyler shut the door behind me, something in my chest cracked—not loudly, not violently, but like a slow, quiet fracture that spreads under the surface, invisible to everyone except the one who feels it.I didn’t knock again. I didn’t fight him.I just walked down the hallway like I was learning how to walk for the first time, like gravity suddenly had it out for me.By the time I reached my apartment next door and closed the door behind me, I felt hollow, like someone scooped out every warm part of me and replaced it with cold air.My phone started vibrating instantly—call after call, notifications stacked like an avalanche.I dropped my keys on the counter, rubbing my face hard, trying to force my brain to slow down.Before I could even take a breath, my phone rang again—this time my father’s name flashed across the screen.I answered immediately.“Dad.”“Mason,” he said in that steady, composed voice of his, but I could hear the worry simmering under it

CHAPTER 167MASONI didn’t sleep at all.Not even for a minute.I lay on the couch for most of the night, staring at the ceiling, watching the faint reflection of passing headlights wash over the plaster like ghosts moving across the room, and every time the silence dipped low enough, my mind replayed the same image of Tyler standing in front of me earlier today, eyes empty, voice quiet, shoulders shaking as he told me he needed space, and I kept hearing that single word—leave—echoing in my head like a punishment I was trying not to bleed from.I knew he didn’t mean it the way it sounded.I knew he was drowning.I knew he was one shove away from breaking entirely.And even then, knowing all of that didn’t make the ache lessen in my chest.Around seven in the morning, the doorbell rang.It wasn’t Tyler.It was the man I’d been waiting for.My private investigator stood at my doorway holding a manila folder so thick I felt dread coil low in my stomach before he even opened his mouth.“M

CHAPTER 169MASONI knew something was wrong the moment I stepped off the elevator.Tyler’s door was slightly open.Tyler never left it open.My pulse jumped and before I even thought about knocking, I pushed the door fully open——and froze.Vesper and Mateo were inside.Cleaning.Not casual cleaning—rushed, stressed, guilty-as-hell cleaning.Clothes folded. Papers stacked. His suitcase gone. The air thick like someone had been crying.“What are you doing here?” I demanded, even though my voice came out more like a growl than a question. “Where’s Tyler?”Vesper’s hands froze around a stack of Tyler’s shirts.Mateo looked away.I felt something drop in my chest. Heavy. Sharp.“What,” I repeated, stepping fully inside now, “are you doing in his apartment?”“Mason,” Vesper started gently, like she was speaking to a frightened animal, “please—”“No.” My voice cracked into something dangerous. “Where is he?”Vesper sighed, closing her eyes for a second. “He left.”The room tilted.“He… wh