Semua Bab LOVE HIS ENEMY: My Husband's Downfall: Bab 51 - Bab 60

SebastianThe roar of the engine hums under me as I punch the gas, the force pressing me back into the seat.The tension in my chest eases—just slightly—with each mile we put behind us. The winding streets blur past, the steady growl of the car calming my racing thoughts.But no amount of speed can untangle the knots in my stomach."Do you think Agnes has anything useful?" Eric asks from the passenger seat, breaking the silence."What do I think?" I glance at him briefly, gripping the steering wheel tighter. "I hope she does. God knows we need something."Eric hesitates, then asks the question I’ve been asking myself all day.“Do you think there’s any chance…any at all…that Elizabeth’s back?”I shake my head. The idea is too good to be true, and we both know it. “That would be a miracle,” I admit quietly. “But miracles don’t happen when Christopher’s involved.”Eric nods solemnly, his face grim. “Still, we can hope.”Hope. I cling to the word, but it feels paper-thin in my hands.This

ChristopherMy heart pounds so hard it feels like it might burst out of my chest. My palms are clammy, my breaths too shallow, too quick. This cannot be happening. Not now. Not like this.I pace back and forth in the cold hallway outside the padded room, the doctor’s words echoing in my head.“She’s awake.” Awake. The word feels heavy, like a stone sinking into my gut. It’s one thing to hope Elizabeth is dead—it’s cleaner, final. But ordering her and her unborn child to be killed? That’s a line I can’t cross.I can’t do it.I won’t do it.“Get it together,” I hiss under my breath, raking my hands through my hair.My reflection in the small, smudged window of the door catches my eye. My tie is slightly askew, my shirt wrinkled, my face pale.I look as shaken as I feel.“Go in there and find out what she knows,” I tell myself, my voice barely audible. That’s all I need to do. Find out what she remembers. Nothing more.Taking a deep breath, I push the door open cautiously.The padded roo

ChristopherI sit at the head of the long conference table, fingers drumming against the polished wood.My heartbeat thunders in my chest, but I keep my face calm and controlled. This is my house. My company. I can’t afford to lose my cool—not now, not with the sharks circling.One by one, they walk in: shareholders, board members, vultures in tailored suits, their faces unreadable but their intentions clear. Power. Money. Control.Sebastian strolls in next, flanked by a man he introduced to me as Eric.Eric has the kind of face that’s hard to trust—sharp, calculating eyes, a permanent smirk etched on his lips. My stomach churns as I watch them settle into their seats.Across the room, I catch Celeste’s gaze. Her calm exterior doesn’t fool me. The way she fiddles with her pen, the slight twitch at the corner of her mouth—she’s just as uneasy as I am.More people file in, and then Celia walks in, head held high, her presence commanding the room. She doesn’t even look at me as she takes

ChristopherI lean back in my chair, my jaw tight as the memory of James’s betrayal replays in my mind.Twenty-one percent of Bell Energy—just handed to Sebastian without so much as a warning.Those shares should’ve been mine. I earned them.I deserve them.James had no right to make that call. After everything I’ve done. How hard I have worked and, of course, my name. I am the rightful leader; it feels like he’s cut me off at the knees.Now, Sebastian holds too many of the cards.It’s a humiliation. An insult.And James knows it. This isn’t about business; it’s personal. He’s undermined me in the worst possible way, leaving me scrambling to hold on to what little control I have left.He is punishing me; it's as if he knows everything I have put Elizabeth through.“Bastard,” I mutter, my fingers drumming on the edge of my desk.My chest tightens with anger, and my head pounds. I’m losing control—over the company, over my plans, over everything. And to make it worse, Elizabeth, the one

SebastianThe elevator doors slide open, and I bolt out, my heart hammering as the thick stench of smoke fills my lungs.The scene ahead is chaos. Flames dance around the charred remains of a car, the heat radiating off the twisted metal almost unbearable even from a distance.Black smoke billows into the night sky, wrapping everything in a suffocating haze.People scream and scatter like panicked ants, their voices rising in a cacophony of fear and confusion. Some are crouched on the ground, others clutching their injuries.The air feels heavy, choking. Sirens wail in the distance, the faint blue and red lights painting the night sky as they approach.My eyes dart around, searching for them—the Alexanders.My chest tightens when I spot James hunched over on the ground, his face pale and smeared with ash.Jonathan is lying flat, clutching his leg, screaming in agony.Adam hovers over him, trying to pull him to his feet, while Eric stands nearby, his face dazed, blood dripping from a g