Lahat ng Kabanata ng Contract With My Hidden Enemy : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

The projector was finally off, but the damage was utterly irreversible. The room fell into a suffocating silence, everyone frozen in absolute shock. Down at the front, Victor just stood there, completely paralyzed. The confidence he had carried all afternoon was entirely gone, his chest heaving as he stared down at his trembling, sweaty hands. Marissa, who had been sitting quietly at the executive table, looked completely uncomfortable. She hadn't spoken a single word since we stepped inside, choosing instead to sit and watch everything unfold. I had initially thought she would start glitching the moment she saw my mom, but she had just endured the pain in silence, desperately trying to avoid letting people notice her. But guess what? They still noticed her. Now that the video had popped up, there was nowhere left for her to hide. Beside me, Silas’s fingers were still clamped around mine like a man who was scared of losing his wife to a crowd. He didn't pull away. If anything,

The moment his fingers slipped past the edge of my lace underwear, touching the wet, tight heat between my thighs, my entire body went dead rigid. A sharp, panicked gasp caught in my throat. My thighs clamped shut so fast, trapping his hand. Silas stopped. Though he didn't pull back. His forehead stayed pressed against mine, his chest was beating like a wild animal that had just run a marathon. I could feel the hard, thick edge of his cock still pressing against my thigh, vibrating with tension. His breath came out in hot, ragged pants against my lips. "Vienne," he growled, his voice rough. "Don't tense up on me now." "I'm... I'm not," I lied, my voice shaking so badly it betrayed me instantly. "Just... don't stop, Silas. Please," I whispered, dragging his hand back in, even though it wasn’t in the right spot yet. But instead of listening, Silas narrowed his eyes. He slowly slid his hand out from between my clamped thighs, but he didn't pull it away. Instead, he used the h

“Since they all want war, the game has begun.” Silas’s final words hung in the air like a death sentence. I held my breath behind the bedroom door. The living room lights were dim, that I could see the long shadows across the marble floor. From where I stood through the tiny crack, I could see Silas near the floor-to-ceiling windows, one hand tucked casually into his pocket while the other rested against the back of a leather chair. Arthur stood opposite him, his suit jacket dropped over the sofa, his face completely covered with exhaustion. My mother remained perfectly composed. She hadn't sat down. She simply stood beside the fireplace with both hands folded tightly in front of her, as though the entire room and everyone in it belonged to her. The conversation in the living room had gone quiet. And It was just too quiet. Deep down, a sharp urge flared within me to fling the door fully open, walk straight up to them and force them to realize I had heard every single word t

“Vienne!”The voice struck like a whip against my body. My heart slammed violently against my ribs.Instinct took over immediately. The letter trembled in my hands as I shoved it back into the dark folder. My fingers fumbled as a piece of the red wax seal hit the floor, but it was useless anyway, so I didn’t care—the seal was already broken. I shoved the envelope behind my back, tucking it tightly at my side.For one terrifying second, I forgot that I hadn't locked the door from the inside.“Vienne.”This time, the voice was lower. The mahogany door swung fully open, banging against the wall.It was Evelyn. How did she even know I was in here?Her face was flushed with anger, her dark eyes sweeping the room like a hawk hunting prey. The moment her gaze landed on me standing behind Silas’s massive desk, her expression hardened into pure rage.“What are you doing in here?” she demanded, her voice cutting and devoid of respect. She took two hurried step into the office, the heels of her

Thump. Thump. Thump. The person outside was knocking so hard on the door. Lena held my hands again as we sat on the bed. Her fingers were ice-cold. “Vienne…” she whispered so quietly I almost didn’t hear it. “Say something.” I couldn’t. Why should I? We couldn’t even tell who was outside. The heavy knocking came again, faster this time, like the person was in a desperate hurry. “Oh my God…” Lena gasped. She caught herself before she could scream, slamming both hands over her mouth. Then a familiar female voice spoke through the wood. “Mrs Vane.” My heart slammed against my ribs. It wasn't one of Victor's men as I had thought. It was Evelyn.Both of us released the breath we’d been holding. Lena almost laughed out of pure relief, but I didn’t. It wasn’t funny. She had just put us through hell for no reason.But I noticed something about Evelyn’s voice… it felt wrong. Growing tired of knocking, she pushed the door open and stood in the doorway, dressed in her usual da