All Chapters of Addicted to the enemy: Chapter 41 - Chapter 45

Mrs. Cole’s voice sliced through the quiet ward.“What are you doing here? Because I don’t understand when you were added to our family chart.”Selene stood by the window, elegant as ever, her perfume thick enough to choke the air. “I came to see my boy,” she said calmly. “Damian.”Mrs. Cole’s eyes narrowed. “Your boy? How exactly is he related to you?”Selene’s smile curved, sharp and unbothered. “Be careful with your tone. This will be the last time you raise your voice at me.”Mrs. Cole let out a dry laugh. “You referring to me? Get the hell out of here before I lose my manners.”Selene tilted her head. “Do your worst.”Damian’s sister stepped in quickly, gripping her mother’s wrist. “Mom, please don’t make a scene. Damian’s still unconscious.”But Beatrix Cole wasn’t backing down. “I won’t let her pull the same stunt she’s used to. Who knows her mission here today?”Selene smiled faintly, her voice soft but cutting. “You may think whatever you want. Enjoy while you can.”That did

“Selene, I’ll kill you!” Beatrix Cole screamed from the bathroom floor. “I don’t fucking care whatever aura you’re using! Have I ever even slipped before?!”Her voice echoed through the mansion, trembling with rage and disbelief.“Beatrix!” Mr. Cole rushed in, nearly tripping over the scattered towels. “What happened?”She glared at him furiously, struggling to sit up. “What happened? Ask your witch friend Selene! I slipped like a fool in my own bathroom!”Cole sighed, crouching to help her. “Stop shouting—”“Don’t touch me!”“I’m helping you up!” he snapped, lifting her onto her feet.Her face twisted, anger replacing pain. “Don’t you dare raise your voice at me.”Cole blinked, tired of the endless mood swings. “You know what? I’m done. You fall, I help, and you’re still angry. What’s next, Beatrix?”He turned, walking out before she could respond.The room went silent except for her harsh breathing. Then her phone rang.She picked it up, still trembling. “Who’s this?”“Selene,” came

Beijing shimmered beneath the glass walls of the Lancaster Group penthouse.Inside, Mr. Lancaster signed the last page of a multimillion-dollar deal while twelve executives watched in reverent silence.His phone began to buzz again, and again.His assistant leaned close. “Sir… there’s something you should see.”Lancaster didn’t look up. “I’m in a meeting.”“It’s trending globally, sir. Your wife she’s on the news.”He frowned, took the phone, and pressed play.The clip opened to chaos: the lobby of Texas Health Care Hospital, a crowd, flashing phones then the slap.Beatrix Cole’s hand struck Selene with a sound that cut through the noise.Her voice shook as she screamed:“Tell me you didn’t kill them your PA, your ex-boyfriend, Lancaster’s first wife ‘Amelia !”The room around Lancaster went silent.Executives stared; no one dared move.He froze, jaw locking.“Get everyone out,” he said quietly.“Sir?” his assistant asked.“Now.”The conference room cleared in seconds.Lancaster remai