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Living with the Enemy. 111. Playing his dead wife.
Sofia. I was feeling pretty good about myself as I strolled down the hallway towards Deangelo's office. I had successfully planted the seed of doubt in the kids’ mind about Elena, and I was sure that they would be giving her hard time henceforth and as for Mia, she would start having doubts about Elena too no matter her loyalty. Hence, Elena would soon be out of the picture, the mere thought of having Deangelo all to myself made my heart race. I could hear the sound of clinking glass and the smell of alcohol wafting out from under the door as I approached his office. I pushed it open to find Deangelo sitting at his desk, he was slumped in his chair, a bottle of alcohol in his hand, and his appearance was disheveled. His shirt was un-tucked, and his hair was messy, but even in that state, he looked incredibly handsome. Despite the alcohol, his eyes still held that spark of intelligence and strength that I admired in him. His defined jawline and broad shoulders made him look even more
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Elena. I took a deep breath before knocking on Sofia's door. I knew this conversation wasn't going to be pleasant, but I needed answers. I wanted to understand why Sofia had told Mia and Diego those things about me. It didn't make sense to me why she was always trying to stir up trouble. We weren't friends, but we were part of the same pack, and I thought we could at least have a civil relationship. I hadn't done anything wrong to her, and I couldn't comprehend her strange animosity towards me. When Sofia didn't open the door right away, I decided to enter her room. To my surprise, she greeted me with a fake smile. "Hey, Elena, what brings you here?" "I need to talk to you," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Sure, you could have shown some manners by knocking first," Sofia retorted as she sat up. I simply rolled my eyes, choosing not to dwell on the fact that I actually did knock before entering. I needed to get straight to the point. "What did you tell Mia and Diego about m
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Luca.I couldn't help but replay the conversation I had with Sofia in my head. She threatened me, yet it was almost comical how she believed she had the upper hand in our situation. I knew that my feelings for Elena could cost me dearly, but I couldn't help but feel drawn to her.While I walked through the halls of the house, I tried to shake off the uneasy feeling that crept up on me. Sofia's words echoed in my mind, and I wondered what she would do if she found out the truth. Would she tell DeAngelo? Would she use it as leverage against me? I knew that I couldn't let that happen, but I couldn't stop my heart from longing for Elena.No matter how hard I tried, it just seemed like my thoughts were consumed by Elena. The way she moved, the way she laughed, the way her eyes sparkled in the light. I couldn't deny it any longer, I was in love with her.But what could I do? I knew Deangelo would never approve of this, never! Heck, he has a thing for the beauty too and its almost comical ho
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Elena.I was seething with anger as she thought about the recent altercation with Sofia. I couldn't believe that she had attacked me like that and was still trying to undermine my position within the pack. I do not get what exactly her problem was with me at all and she would not even go straight to the point and tell it, it was just point blank clear to me that Sofia would stop at nothing to get what she wanted, that which I still did not know clearly.As I walked through the house, I kept replaying the conversation I had with Sofia in my mind. Something about it just didn't sit right with me. It was like Sofia was trying to get under my skin, to provoke me into doing something I would regret. But I wasn't going to give Sofia the satisfaction of seeing me lose my cool. I was determined to stay calm and collected, no matter what. And I knew that I couldn't do this alone. I needed to talk to someone I trusted about the situation.Camila came to mind. She and I had been close since I go
Last Updated : 2023-04-26Living with the Enemy. 117. Sparring with Diego.
Deangelo.I noticed that Diego was in a bad mood and was being rude to everyone. I couldn't understand why he was acting this way. I had been up early this morning trying to get everything in order for the day, and I had been looking forward to spending some quality time with my family. However, Diego's behavior was making things difficult.I tried to talk to Diego, asking him what was wrong, but Diego refused to say anything. I could see that my son was upset, but I didn't know how to make things better. I was frustrated and confused, not knowing what to do.Elena seemed to notice the tension between us both and tried to intervene. She told me that Diego had another fight with his friend but I ended up looked at her suspiciously but decided not to push the matter. I knew that Elena has been keeping something from him, but I didn't want to cause any more trouble.I tried to talk to Diego again, but the boy still refused to speak. I was getting more and more frustrated by the minute. J
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Mia. I walked into the cafeteria with a sinking feeling in my stomach. The detention I had to endure earlier left a bad taste in my mouth, and I knew my classmates would be gossiping about it. As I headed towards the usual table where Andrew and his friends sat, I noticed the twins waving at me from the corner of my eye. I was pleasantly surprised. They had been kind to me before, but I didn't expect them to go so far as to invite me to sit with them during lunch. Approaching them, they smiled and motioned for me to join them. I felt a bit nervous, but I decided to take them up on their offer. After all, they had stood up for me during the fight, and I felt indebted to them. I settled down beside them, and they introduced me to their friends, who were surprisingly welcoming. We started talking, and I found myself opening up to them more than I ever did with Andrew's friends. They genuinely cared about what I had to say and didn't judge me. I found myself laughing and enjoying their
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Deangelo. I was at the dinner table with Elena and the family, but I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement as I thought about taking her out later that night. We had been so busy lately with work and family obligations and chores that we hadn't had much time alone together. I had planned a romantic evening for us and was looking forward to seeing her reaction.But when we finally got a corner alone and I suggested going out, she seemed hesitant and said she was tired. I could see the exhaustion in her eyes and knew that she had been working hard lately, taking care of the kids and keeping the house in order. Still, I couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.I tried to hide my disappointment and asked if there was anything I could do to help her relax. She smiled weakly and said she just needed some rest. I told her to take her time and that I would wait for her in my study.While I sat there waiting, I couldn't help but wonder why Elena didn't seem as excited about our tim
Last Updated : 2023-04-29Living with the Enemy. 114. Screeching of Brakes.
Elena. Deangelo and I entered the movie theater, and instantly, I felt a rush of excitement. Spending time with him always brought me joy, and this movie date was just what I needed. We found two seats in the middle row and settled in comfortably. As the lights dimmed, the previews started playing, and we eagerly discussed which movies we wanted to see in the future. Finally, the main feature began, and we both leaned back, grabbing our popcorn and drinks. I became engrossed in the story, feeling the emotions of the characters on the screen as if they were my own. Deangelo would occasionally lean in to whisper a comment or joke, and I couldn't help but giggle and playfully nudge him. The movie grew more intense and suspenseful, causing Deangelo's hand to tighten around mine. We were both on the edge of our seats, eagerly anticipating what would happen next. When the climactic moment arrived, we both gasped and held our breath. As the credits started rolling, we sat in silence for a
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Living with the Enemy. 140: Newfound status.
Elena. I opened my eyes, my mind struggling to make sense of the warmth and color that surrounded me. I was alive, and that fact alone was both surprising and bewildering. How could I be alive? I vividly remembered the feeling of Bruno's hands around my throat, squeezing the life out of me. The coldness had consumed me, and I had embraced the certainty of death. But now, here I was, staring up at Luca's anxious face. "Luca, what... what happened?" I managed to whisper, my voice weak and filled with disbelief. His eyes searched mine, his worry etched deeply into his expression. "Elena, I planned it," he confessed, his voice laced with a mixture of guilt and determination. "When Alessandro discovered your true identity, I knew DeAngelo wouldn't forgive you easily, especially with his memory loss. So, I secretly injected you with a toxin—a drug that simulates death." I blinked, trying to absorb his words. He had risked everything to save me, resorting to an experimental drug that cou
Living with the Enemy. 139: The peace you seek.
Deangelo. I lifted Elena's lifeless body and brought her to Luca, who was the only one among us with a bit of medical knowledge. My mind was blank, unable to fully grasp the seriousness of what had happened. Luca took one look at her, his face filled with sorrow, and pronounced her dead. The truth hit me like a huge wave, overwhelming me with its finality. She had no pulse, her windpipe crushed and beyond repair. I stood there, shocked and unable to move, trying to process the events that had just unfolded. How could this be? I never wanted to get involved in this whole situation. To be honest, I was still reeling from the shock of the revelation Elena had shared with me. I didn't even know if I was angry or not, but I definitely felt betrayed and foolish. The thought of Elena being close to my children and the potential danger she might have posed to them weighed heavily on my mind. The fact that I had no knowledge of all this when I should have known made me feel even worse. I had
Living with the Enemy. 138: In the face of my own death.
Elena. As we made our way back to safety, the feeling of triumph mixed with uncertainty filled the air around us. Inside the car, tension hung heavy, and a silence settled in. I expected Deangelo to bombard me with questions about my betrayal, seeking answers to make sense of the complicated situation we were entangled in. However, he seemed distant, lost in his own thoughts. Even Alessandro's voice, discussing plans for a counterattack and the complete destruction of the remaining Amato pack, failed to grab his attention. The silence dragged on, leaving me with a whirlwind of emotions and unanswered queries. The journey back seemed never-ending, and with each passing moment, my unease grew. I stole glances at Deangelo, hoping to catch a glimpse of his thoughts, but his inner turmoil remained hidden. Alessandro's excitement was palpable, in stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor. Luca, always the strategist, recognized the potential benefits of the plan, acknowledging that it
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Deangelo. Doubt started to creep into my mind as I looked around at the deserted place that Elena had given me the address for. Should I turn back? It wasn't because of fear, but rather because I couldn't understand how Elena could have any connection to this location or how she even knew about it. However, my curiosity got the better of me, urging me to keep exploring. Honestly, there wasn't much to see in the first place. The walls were falling apart, and there was barely any furniture left. I found a chair with no arms and sat down, rocking it back and forth while I waited for Elena to arrive. I hoped she would come and tell me what she wanted, maybe it had something to do with my memories? Time seemed to stretch out as I pondered our situation. I had no immediate plans to marry Elena, that was clear. But deep down, I had a growing sense of certainty that our lives were connected, and our paths would eventually lead us together. In that dimly lit room, I let my thoughts wander. M
Living with the Enemy. 136: Don't self-sabotage.
Mia. At school, I found myself trying to avoid everyone, slipping through the hallways like a shadow. Ever since Andrew and I had broken up, I couldn't help but wonder how things would change. Would the dynamics shift back to how they were before? Would people go back to bullying me or causing trouble just because I was no longer with him? I knew deep down that the connection I had with Andrew was special, but I couldn't help but question if his friends truly liked me for who I was or if they were simply being polite because Andrew was their friend. It was hard not to let my mind wander to the possibility that they were just sticking around to make him happy. As I walked through the school corridors, I couldn't escape the stares and whispers that followed me. It felt like everyone's eyes were on me, judging and speculating. I tried my best to maintain my composure and not let their opinions affect me, but it was easier said than done. I had always been aware that my relationship wit
Living with the Enemy. 135: Memories of Elena.
Deangelo. I gazed out of the window, my mind in turmoil. The realization of my feelings for Elena had hit me like a tidal wave. How could this be happening? How could I find myself falling in love with someone I barely knew? And to complicate matters further, she was my children's nanny. It was a tangled mess of emotions and uncertainties. Amidst the confusion, one thing became painfully clear to me. I couldn't go through with marrying Sofia. It was like a truth that had been buried deep within me, waiting for the right moment to surface. The connection I felt with Elena, even in the short time we had spent together, felt real and genuine. It was the first time in a long while that something had felt right. As I contemplated my feelings, memories of Elena flooded my thoughts. Her captivating smile, the way she cared for my children with such tenderness, and the kindness she showed me when I was at my lowest point. There was an undeniable chemistry between us that couldn't be ignored
Living with the Enemy. 134: Let yourself come.
Deangelo. I still couldn't shake off the stagnant, unsettling feeling in my chest. The doctor had just left after giving me a clean bill of health. It should have been a relief, but instead, I felt a sense of unease creeping over me. My alpha genes ensured that my body healed rapidly, leaving me with no valid excuse to postpone the wedding any longer. I felt trapped, bound by societal expectations and the promises I had made. The idea of marrying Sofia, even though she had been a close friend of my late wife Jules, weighed heavily on my conscience. Jules had loved Sofia like a sister and believed she would be the perfect companion for me after her passing. At first, I embraced that sentiment, hoping that Sofia's presence would bring comfort and a sense of continuity to my life. But as the wedding day approached, doubts began to gnaw at my soul. Was I doing this for the right reasons? Was I truly ready to move on and commit myself to someone new? The truth was, I felt torn between my
