In Love With My Enemy

Chapter 1

Isabella Roosevelt The lights flickered overhead as I scurried behind Mr. Harrington, my heels clicking rhythmically against the polished marble floor, a sound that echoed through the vast, empty hallways. His long strides were a challenge for my 5’6" frame, but I was determined to keep up, no matter how out of breath I felt. After all, I’d been doing this dance for five long years—chasing after him, trying to anticipate his needs, and fading into the background like a shadow that knew its place. Always on edge, always riddled with anxiety, because five years ago, my father sent me here as a spy, a pawn in his grand game. Alfred Harrington, a man who molded his empire with an iron will and now set his sights on politics, driven by ambition. The Harringtons were generational enemies of the Harringtons, locked in a rivalry that spanned decades, and I was the youngest daughter in a family where obedience was non-negotiable, a rule carved in stone. My father was strict and rarely th...