Lahat ng Kabanata ng Doing me to the fullest : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 18

Chapter 12: The Emerald Queen The morning after the confrontation, the villa felt different. The air was lighter, as if the house itself were breathing a sigh of relief now that the ghosts of Jade’s past had been driven out. Jade stood before the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the master suite. She wasn't wearing her usual lab coat or the simple cotton dresses she favored. Instead, she was draped in silk the color of deep-sea emeralds. The dress hugged her curves perfectly before flowing into a modest, elegant train. It was a gown designed for a woman who was no longer hiding. "You're staring at the mirror, but you aren't seeing yourself," a voice rumbled from the doorway. Jade turned to see Caspian leaning against the frame. He was dressed in a charcoal tuxedo that made him look dangerously handsome. The usual coldness in his eyes was replaced by an intensity that made Jade’s skin tingle. "I feel like an imposter," Jade admitted, her hand moving to the bare skin of her neck. "A few

Chapter 16: The Midnight Laboratory The silence of St. Jude’s Hospital at midnight was an eerie, physical weight. The bustling hallways that had seen Jade’s triumph just hours earlier were now dim, lit only by the flickering blue hum of exit signs and the occasional soft squeak of a janitor’s cart in the distance. Jade moved through the shadows of the North Wing, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She wasn't here as the celebrated wife of Caspian or the "Genius Doctor" of the Gala. She was here as a thief of time, desperate to prove the secrets hidden within her mother’s scorched notebook. Under her arm, she clutched a small insulated case. Inside was the raw base serum she had prepared in the villa’s basement. She knew she couldn't run the complex molecular sequencing she needed at home; the equipment at St. Jude’s was the only technology in the country capable of verifying her mother’s regenerative protein. Just one hour, she told herself, her breath hitching

Chapter 18: The Invisible Strings The afternoon sun hung low over the Lagos skyline, casting long, orange shadows across the villa’s courtyard. Jade stood by the window of her bedroom, watching the three black SUVs idling at the gate. Caspian wasn’t just protecting her; he had turned the villa into a fortress. Every exit was covered. Every servant was an informant. And somewhere in the house, Caspian was watching the monitors, waiting for her to break. He thinks he knows me, Jade thought, her fingers brushing the rough leather of her mother's notebook, which was now tucked into the lining of her medical bag. He thinks I’m a laboratory bird that will sing if he gives me a bigger cage. She spent the next three hours in her private lab, making sure the security cameras saw her working. She moved vials, adjusted the microscope, and scribbled furiously in a decoy journal. She needed him to believe she was obsessed with the formula, too busy to notice the walls closing in. At 7:00 PM,

Chapter 20: The Surgeon of Shadows The world narrowed down to the rhythmic, wet sound of Caspian’s labored breathing and the cold splash of the lagoon against the wooden pilings. The laser dot had vanished, but the silence that followed the gunshot was even more terrifying. It was the silence of a predator repositioning. "Caspian, look at me!" Jade hissed, her hands working with a terrifying efficiency. She ripped open his white shirt, the fabric stained a deep, sickening crimson. The bullet had entered near the sub-clavian artery. If she didn't plug the leak in the next sixty seconds, the "Ice King" would bleed out in the dirt of the Makoko slums. "Go... Jade... run," Caspian wheezed, his face turning a ghostly shade of gray. "Shut up and stay awake," she snapped. Her voice was like a scalpel—cold and sharp. She reached into her medical bag and pulled out a specialized hemostatic powder she had developed in secret—a "by-product" of her mother’s research. She poured it into the