All Chapters of Craving my mother's Hot Fiancé : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Third Person POV“Just who do you think you are, Melissa?”Sophia’s voice was shrill. Rising with each word.She walked closer. The gun was steady in her hand now. Her other hand clutching the crimson mantle.“Look around you! I am the one with the power! I am Gavin’s fucking WIFE!” She gestured wildly at the hall. At the guards. At the throne. “I own this world! I own HIM! I own EVERYTHING!”Kane moved immediately. Positioned himself between Melissa and Sophia.But Melissa’s good hand shot out grabbing his arm, she held him back.“No,” she said quietly.Kane looked at her. “Melissa…”“No.” Her voice was firm. “This is mine.”She stepped around him and limped forward.Her broken arm throbbed with every step. Her body screamed for rest. For medical attention. For anything other than this.But she kept moving and stopped directly in front of Sophia.She looked her dead in the eyes.“You are just a pathetic, sad fuck,” Melissa said. Her voice was calm. Almost gentle. “A miserable girl pl

Third person PovLet the darkness take him.He’d done what he needed to do.Burned the empire. Saved Melissa. Gotten everyone out.The rest… the rest could wait.Behind them, inside the compound, Jason slid down the column until he was sitting.The knife still in his chest. Blood spreading.Sophia knelt beside him. Her broken hand was forgotten. Tears streamed down her face.“Jason, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…I wasn’t trying to…”“I know.” His voice was barely a whisper. “You were aiming for him. Not me.”“We can get help. We can…”“Melissa.” Jason’s eyes were closing. Sophia took his good hand. Held it as his breathing slowed.As the life drained out of him.Outside, the vehicles pulled away. Carrying the survivors.Carrying the people who’d walked through hell and somehow made it out the other side.Leaving behind the burning compound.Kane held Aria in the back of the vehicle. The medic worked frantically around him…IV lines, oxygen mask, checking vitals.But Kane couldn’t look away

Third person Pov The hospital room had transformed from the plain room it was when I first got here. Now everywhere was covered with flowers, there were huge bouquets on the window sills, the table. Even the floor. It was too much to the extent I was considering opening a flower shop the moment I came out of this place. Cards and letters were pinned to a cork board someone had brought in. Dozens of them. Maybe hundreds.Most were addressed to Gavin.“Mr. Cross, thank you for exposing the corruption…”“You’re a hero…”“Get well soon, we’re praying for you…”And then there were the… other ones.Melissa picked up an envelope that had arrived that morning and opened it. A pair of lace panties fell out along with a note written in loopy handwriting.“For when you’re feeling better. Call me. - Ashley”There was a phone number.Melissa held up the panties with her good hand. Her broken arm was still in a cast, though it was a different one now. It was lighter and less bulky.“Really?” she

Third Person POV The apartment was tiny.A one-bedroom in a building that had seen better days. The walls were thin enough to hear the neighbors arguing. The radiator clanked at odd hours. The kitchen was barely large enough for one person, let alone two.But it was theirs.No guards. No security cameras. No reminders of compounds or empires or blood-stained marble floors.Just a small apartment in Brooklyn with mismatched furniture from IKEA and windows that actually opened.Freedom.Melissa stood in the living room, looking around at the chaos. Moving boxes were still stacked against one wall. Aria’s art supplies had taken over the corner near the window. A second-hand couch they’d found on Craigslist dominated the space.It was perfect.“I think the bookshelf is crooked,” Aria called from across the room. She was on her knees, trying to level the cheap furniture they’d assembled together. “Hand me that little wrench thing.”Melissa picked up the Allen key from the floor. Walked ov

Epilogue - Part OneComing HomeAria’s POVThe music was too loud. The lights were too bright. And Aria was exactly drunk enough not to care.She laughed as Melissa spun her around on the makeshift dance floor of their tiny apartment. They’d pushed all the furniture against the walls. Invited half their graduating class. Someone had brought a speaker that was definitely going to get them noise complaints.But they’d graduated.Actually, officially graduated.So screw the neighbors.“More champagne!” someone shouted.A bottle appeared although it was cheap stuff that tasted like fizzy regret. Aria didn’t care. Just took a swig straight from the bottle.Melissa grabbed it from her. “Share, Martinez!”“Get your own!” But Aria was laughing. Spinning. Feeling lighter than she had in years.Two years of late nights. Early mornings. Crying over assignments. Supporting each other through therapy. Through nightmares. Through the slow, painful process of becoming whole again.And they’d done it