All Chapters of She, His Enigma: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

His phone had rung multiple times earlier, but he’d ignored it—eyes glued to the stage, watching her perform. Every movement she made held him captive. Only after she left the stage did he finally step out into the garden, lighting a cigarette with a flick of his thumb. The smoke curled upward as he exhaled and dialed back the missed call. Kaito’s voice came through the line, tense and fast. “The Russian mafia breached our territory,” he said. “Ten of our men are dead. We’ve got three of theirs alive, tied up and bleeding in my basement.” Iden inhaled deeply, jaw clenched. “How much time will it take, man?” Kaito asked, frustration leaking into his voice. “Don’t kill them out of rage, Kai,” Iden warned, low and sharp. “Keep them alive until I get back.” A long pause stretched between them. Iden could practically hear Kaito grinding his teeth on the other end. “Yes,” Kaito finally muttered. Iden knew that silence. It wasn’t restraint—it was the eye of a storm. Kaito loved his men

There was an eerie stillness in the ward. Not a whisper, not a footstep—just silence. It clawed at Ellaya’s nerves. She shifted restlessly beneath the hospital blanket, eyes darting to the clock. It had been hours since Iden left for his “important work,” and she was beginning to lose her mind with boredom. Her stomach growled, sharp and angry, but she couldn’t leave the room. She sighed and closed her eyes, only to see his face—Iden’s—rising from the flames, smoke curling around him like a dream. He’d called her name and wrapped her in his arms. The image jolted her eyes open. The door creaked. Her breath caught as heavy footsteps echoed through the corridor. A pair of polished black shoes came into view. Her gaze trailed upward—from strong legs, to a lean, powerful frame, and finally to the breathtakingly familiar face. Iden. Without a word, he dropped a paper bag onto the side table and collapsed onto the couch with a groan, draping an arm over his eyes. Ellaya blinked in sur

Iden strode into the dimly lit gym, his jaw clenched and his gaze stormy. Without a word, he yanked off his t-shirt and watch, tossing them carelessly onto the bench. His muscles rippled beneath his skin, glistening faintly with the sheen of past sweat. He moved forward, stepped into the cage, and ducked beneath the ropes. The moment his knuckles met the punching bag, voices began echoing in his head—mocking, taunting, relentless. > “Come on, Iden, you’ll never beat me.” > “Hit me, come on—yeah, punch me. Still mama’s little boy, huh?” > “One second of distraction, and it’s over. You’ll lose everything.” > “Strike it harder. That’s all you’re good for.” Fueled by fury and adrenaline, Iden unleashed a brutal punch that sent the bag swinging violently. His breath came in sharp bursts. Another voice followed—louder, unhinged. > “Man, I’m in love. Leo the beast, finally in love.” KAPO—the bag jerked violently as his fist drove into it. > “She slapped me, called me a stinking dog—bu

Laaya stood in the dimly lit gym, her chest rising and falling with every shaky breath. The air between her and Iden was heavy—thick with words that had finally escaped his lips and the weight of emotions she wasn’t sure how to carry. His confession still echoed in her ears, each syllable laced with pain and warning. Iden had turned his back to her. His shoulders were tense, broad and unmoving, yet she could see it—how his fists clenched and unclenched, his internal battle raging just beneath the surface. He was at war with himself. She took a step forward, her voice barely above a whisper. “Iden.” He didn’t move. “You don’t need to be a prince or a hero,” she said, her words trembling but sure. “I’m not asking you to save me. I just... I need you. As you are. Flawed or broken. I don’t care what anyone else thinks. I know you.” He turned, slowly, the storm in his eyes barely contained. “You don’t understand, Laaya.” His voice was low, guttural. “I’m not good for you. I could

With her mouth agape, Ellaya stood at the edge of the gangway, gazing up at the heavens. The yacht before her glistened under the sun, its name—Heaven—etched in elegant gold lettering across the stern, shimmering like a divine promise on water. Iden, with his steady grip, held her hand and gently led her aboard. "Oh! My. God, is it yours?" she cried out in excitement, spinning around with wide, glimmering eyes as she took in every luxurious detail. "No, this is Mr. Ruan's, my boss," Iden replied. "A man of luxury, that is for sure." Iden chuckled at her enthusiasm. “Yeah, he is.” The yacht was a masterpiece—sleek and modern, with a polished teak deck warm beneath their feet. Gleaming chrome railings caught the light, and the floor-to-ceiling windows offered a boundless view of the endless azure sea. It was a floating haven where time itself seemed to slow, suspended between the sky and ocean, wrapped in serenity. Ellaya stepped toward the railing, her fingers brushing over the s