Lahat ng Kabanata ng Contract With My Hidden Enemy : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

“I should come to the library?” I repeated asking myself in a breathless whisper. I simply stared at the note. My skin broke out into goosebumps despite the warmth inside the room. This paper simply showed someone has entered the room while I and Lena was fast asleep. The perimeter were locked down. Silas had given his word. Elias had coded the blockades himself. And I didn’t padlock our door. Yet, someone had bypassed the Vane security grid, pushed open our bedroom doors and left a hot drink and a silver key sitting on the glass table.My heart hammered violently against my ribs as I picked up the small silver key. It was entirely cold, small enough to fit inside a delicate jewelry box. I quickly slid it into the pocket of the dark wool trousers I had hurriedly changed into, leaving the steaming tea untouched. I threw my damp hair into a tight ponytail, refusing to drink a single drop from the tea when I didn't even know whose hands had prepared it.I glanced back at Lena before l

Nobody dared to move. Everyone stood where they were though Silas and Evelyn kept disturbing for the key. Silas’s hand remained extended in front of my face, his palm open, his fingers completely unmoving. His dark eyes locked onto mine, burning with a mix of authority and an intense, raw frustration. He wasn't just asking for the key—he was demanding control over the chaos that had just invaded his home.“Vienne,” he repeated, his voice dropping into a dangerously low tone that vibrated right through my chest. “The key. Now.”Evelyn’s expression had changed completely. The unshakable confidence she’d worn since she walked into the library was entirely gone. For the first time, no I don’t think I should say for the first time; she looked deeply uneasy. “No! Give it to me, Vienne. I’m trying to stop Silas from blocking you. You have to know the truth!”“Evelyn, step back, you liar,” Silas growled, his voice cutting through her words. “Vienne, trust me, she is lying to you. This is the

The live video of Victor Laurent remained on Elias's tablet, his confident smile filling the screen as reporters crowded tightly around the podium.Behind him hung the massive, gleaming Vane Global insignia.The same insignia Silas had spent years bleeding to protect. Now, Victor was standing there, trying to strip it away and take everything for himself.“...Good morning,” Victor's smooth, televised voice echoed through the live broadcast, sending a violent shiver down my spine. “I appreciate everyone for attending on such short notice.”Silas didn't hesitate for a single second after that sentence. He let go of my wrist, his face turning an ash-cold color that looked far more terrifying than his usual anger. With three long, silent strides, he reached the heavy library doors, ready to go claim what was rightfully his before Victor could completely steal his empire.He threw the doors open so hard the brass handle screamed against the walls.Standing in the dimly lit corridor, bathed

The wall of sound inside the boardroom was deafening. The directors were up on their feet, some shouting and some whispering frantically to each other. They were all completely shocked to see the man they all thought was dead. The press pool had completely devolved into madness, microphones thrust forward like weapons. And right in the center of the storm stood Silas. He stood beneath the towering double doors, dressed in a charcoal suit that was filled with dust from wherever he had been. His tie hung loose around his neck, his rolled-up sleeves exposing the white bandage wrapped around his injured hand. His dark eyes didn't look at the flashing cameras. They didn't look at the panicked board members. They were fixed entirely on Victor Laurent. “…Impossible,” someone whispered in the front row. “I saw the news…” “They said he died…” The murmurs spread through the crowd like wildfire. Victor Laurent remained behind the chairman’s podium, his frame rigid. “Silas,” Victor said,

The absolute silence inside the boardroom lasted longer than I had thought. The moment Victor collapsed against the screen, clutching his chest like a man who had just looked into his own grave, his eyes never left my mother. “…Mary,” he whispered again, his voice cracking. Silas’s grip on my hand remained tight; he still didn’t release me despite everything happening around us. He didn't look at Victor’s pathetic state—he didn’t even care. He knew, just as well as I did, that a cornered rat like Victor wouldn't play his final hand without a backup weapon, so he just wasn’t bothered yet. “Vienne,” Silas whispered, leaning his tall frame down slightly, his dark eyes burning with a mix of intense protection and frustration. “Why did you allow her to come along?” I looked straight up at him, my hand still securely locked in his. “She is my mom, don't you expect her to want to come alongside with me?” He just gave a low, heavy sigh after that, his shoulders tightening under his dust-