All Chapters of His Choice Wasn't Me: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Spider stood by the window of the guest room, his injured shoulder wrapped firmly in fresh bandages, watching the early morning light creep slowly across the city skyline. The pain was still there, deep, throbbing, a constant reminder of how close death had come but it was no longer enough to keep him still.Every hour he spent resting felt like another hour the people who tried to kill Sarah remained free, another hour they had to cover their tracks, to disappear into the shadows where men like them thrived.Behind him, the room was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that made the mind wander to dark places.He turned as the door opened softly.Sarah stepped in, already dressed for the day in a tailored navy suit that spoke of meetings and responsibilities. Her expression was composed but tired, the weight of recent events etched in the fine lines around her eyes.She stopped when she saw him standing by the window instead of lying in bed where she'd left him hours ago."You shoul

The Striker’s living room vibrated with tension long before voices were raised.James stood near the window, jacket already on, phone in hand, staring out without really seeing anything. Tiana paced behind him, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor, each step charged with restrained fury.“You’re still not listening to me,” Tiana snapped, breaking the silence. “After everything that has happened, you’re still acting like this is a mild inconvenience.”James turned slowly. “Lower your voice.”“Why?” she shot back. “So the walls won’t hear the truth? Sarah is destroying us, James. Open your eyes.”He sighed, rubbing his forehead. “I know Transcorp is aggressive. I know investors are nervous. But this isn’t the end of the world.”Tiana laughed, a sharp, bitter sound. “You still think this is normal competition? She’s frozen our credit lines. She’s snatching contracts we secured years ago. She’s poisoning investors against us. And you’re calling that aggressive?”James stiff

Tiana did not flinch.Not even when James’s voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, sharp enough to cut through the low hum of the business summit around them.She sat back in her chair, legs crossed elegantly, her posture calm, composed, too composed.“James,” she said quietly, leaning closer so no one else would hear, “calm down. Don’t draw unnecessary attention to nothing.”James stared at her like he was seeing her for the first time.“You called this nothing?” he snapped under his breath, gesturing subtly toward the glowing phone screen he had just seen. “Unnecessary attention?”There was a heavy pause between them. The kind that pressed down on the chest and made breathing difficult. James leaned back slowly, his mind racing, replaying everything—Tiana’s sudden sweetness at home, her strange confidence, her constant phone calls, her restless nights.“Wait a minute,” he said suddenly, straightening in his seat. His eyes narrowed. “Wait a damn minute.”Tiana’s jaw tightened almost i

Sarah’s patience finally snapped.She stood in the middle of the living room, her arms folded tightly across her chest, her posture rigid with restrained fury. The morning light streaming through the wide windows did nothing to soften her expression. If anything, it made the anger in her eyes sharper, more dangerous.“I want Tiana Striker arrested today,” Sarah said coldly. “Not tomorrow. Not when it is convenient. Today.”Barrister Emmanuel Briggs sat opposite her, his briefcase resting by his feet, his fingers interlocked as he listened. He had dealt with difficult clients before, but Sarah was not difficult.She was precise. And when she reached this point, it meant something irreversible had shifted.“Ms. Williams,” he began carefully, “it is possible to arrest her based on what we have now. But I would strongly advise we take a more strategic approach.”Sarah’s eyes narrowed. “Strategic?”“Yes,” Briggs said calmly. “An arrest is one thing. Keeping her behind bars for a very long

Sarah sat behind her wide mahogany desk, the glow from the large television screen casting faint blue shadows across her office.The volume was low, but she didn’t need sound to understand what was unfolding. She leaned back slightly in her chair, fingers steepled, eyes fixed on the live footage playing out across multiple news channels.Tiana Striker, once poised, admired, feared in quiet circles, was being ushered into a police vehicle, hands cuffed, face contorted between rage and panic.Sarah’s lips curved into a slow, restrained smile.“So,” she murmured under her breath, “it begins.”Ella stood a few steps away, tablet in hand, glancing nervously between Sarah and the screen. She had never seen her boss look this calm after something so explosive. It wasn’t relief on Sarah’s face. It wasn’t joy either.It was focus.Mr. Briggs entered moments later, adjusting his glasses as he took in the scene on the screen. “The arrest went smoothly,” he said. “No procedural errors. The charge