Todos os capítulos de Craving My Sister’s Hot Husband : Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

SeraphinaI push open the door to the bar and step inside. The air is thick with the smell of stale beer and bleach. Mr. George is behind the counter polishing glasses, and when he sees me, his face hardens.“About time you showed up,” he grunts without looking at me properly. “Get in the back and change. We’re slammed in an hour.”I grip my bag tighter and force myself to speak. “Mr. George, I need to ask you something. I know the timing is terrible, but I can’t work today. Something urgent came up. Family business. I need to go into the city.”He stops mid-wipe. The glass hits the counter with a sharp clink. When he looks up at me, his expression is pure irritation.“You can’t work?” He repeats it slowly, like he’s making sure he heard me right. “Again? Seraphina, what the hell is wrong with you? You think this place runs itself?”“I know, and I’m so sorry. But this is really important. It’s about my kids. Please, Mr. George. I’ll make up the hours. I’ll work doubles next week. What

SeraphinaThe process of exhuming a body and conducting a post-mortem after years of burial is a long, scientific procedure, but to me, it felt like time was moving both too fast and agonizingly slow. With Adrian’s influence and resources, all the legal hurdles were cleared in days. The grave was opened, the remains carefully collected, and forensic experts took samples for DNA analysis and identification.They told me that after five years, much of the body would have deteriorated, but bone tissue and teeth hold DNA for a very long time. They compared the samples taken from the grave against samples I provided and against DNA taken from DJ and Kiara.And now, standing in the small office of the medical examiner, holding the official report, the truth is written in black and white.*The remains recovered do not match the genetic profile of Dominic Ashcroft. Furthermore, no biological relation was found between the remains and the minor children, confirming conclusively that the indivi

The GalaI stand in the grand ballroom, my fingers nervously smoothing the fabric of the deep blue dress I’d bought with the first part of the money Adrian had given me. It was the first nice thing I’d worn in years, soft and well‑fitted, but right now, it felt like armor I wasn’t entirely sure how to wear. My heart is hammering so hard I can hear it in my ears, fast and erratic, like a bird trapped in a cage. I scan the crowd constantly, every breath caught in my throat, waiting for the moment I’d been chasing for six long years. I’m here. I’m finally here. Tonight, I will look him in the eye. Tonight, I will demand to know why. Why he faked his death. Why he let me grieve, let me struggle, let our children grow up without a father. Why he chose to vanish and start over while we were left with nothing but pain and uncertainty.Then the room quiets.A hush falls over the guests, and every head turns toward the stage at the front. There he is.Dominic. Or Lee Cooper, as everyone

Seraphina “Mr. Lee?” the voice calls again, more urgent this time. “Mr. Hugh is waiting.”The warmth disappears from his face instantly.“Tell him I’ll be there in five minutes,” he says smoothly.“Yes, sir.”Footsteps retreat.Silence rushes back in.He looks at me again, and the mask slips for only a second.Enough for me to see everything underneath it.Love. Rage. Grief. Need.Seven years of all of it.“I need you to trust me a little longer,” he says.I laugh shakily through my tears. “You disappeared for seven years.”Pain flashes across his face so fast it nearly undoes me.“I know.” His voice breaks on the words. “I know what it did to you.”He steps closer again, like he can’t help himself. Like distance from me is physically painful now that he remembers.“Did you hate me?” he asks softly.The question destroys something inside me because he sounds like a man already prepared for the answer.I stare at him through blurred vision.“I tried to.”His eyes

SeraphinaI step aside wordlessly to let him in.The second he walks past me, his scent surrounds me—warm, familiar, painfully comforting. The smell I’ve missed so much. The one that has always felt like home.We walk into the dining area together, and his gaze immediately lands on the table. On the remaining plates I haven’t packed, still neatly arranged. On all the food I spent hours cooking, now cold and untouched.A flicker of guilt crosses his face.He pulls out a chair and sits down slowly, and I sit beside him without leaving even an inch of space between us. My eyes stay fixed on his face, almost like I need to keep looking at him to believe he’s real.“I thought you wouldn’t come,” I whisper. My voice trembles, thick with all the emotions I’ve been trying to hold back. “I really thought… you weren’t going to show up.”Dominic reaches for me immediately, taking both my hands into his. He holds them tightly, almost desperately, like he’s afraid I might slip away from him