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Mia.The rain announces its coming through the rumbling thunder and lightning. As I look outside the large window in my room, I see that there are growling, ominous dark clouds gathering above. I fight the urge to jump into my bed and wrap my duvet over my body in fear. I am afraid of thunderstorms, they give me the chilly vibes and seems to always announce the coming of something bad.The thunder had rumbled over and over the night mom died, I had also once been bullied under the rain too. It always seemed to be there to mock me, to tell me that my total existence was just a joke, a joke to give certain people some fun. I hate thunderstorms, yet I fear them. I will always fear them.I suddenly hear the door to my room open but then I could not hear footsteps. The night keeps scaring me more and more but I manage to get off the couch I my room which I am seated upon, take the nearest object I can find and walk silently to the entrance of my room. I tiptoe across the room in a fightin
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Mia.“Gone? what do you mean gone? That is not even in anyway possible? How would Diego have left the premises without being seen by the guards at their respective door posts.” Ms. Sofia said and I found myself boldly rolling my eyes at her even in my dilemma.“Gone is exactly what i have just said, Ms Elena. He... he... is not anywhere in his room.” I said at the same time that dad walked in, shirtless.Ugh!“What is going on here?” He asked casually, although he has a concerned look on his face. Something told me immediately that he somehow thinks that our fallen faces is due to Ms. Elena.“Diego is gone, alpha. We... can not find him, I am so worried right now, the poor boy. Where could he have even gone to, he knows nowhere, how did he even get out? Do you think one of the guards intentionally let him out or even took him out, might it be an insider job? Oh my gosh, he must be so terrified wherever he is right now.” Ms. Sofia suddenly switched so smoothly, acting like she had not
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DeangeloFirst, Elena. now Diego.Why on earth would this boy think running away is the next thing to take? Ugh! Does he not even fear for his own life? Sometimes, I feel like that boy is not the age he actually is because he acts like he is actually way older than that!My yearning for Elena made me even more angrier and distracted. I could not just believe that all of these disasters were happening all at the same time. I went into Elena’s room and took one last look at her just before I go and join the pack in search of my son.Looking at Elena on the bed, wiggling and turning like she was undergoing some sort of bad dreams, I could not resist pressing a kiss on her forehead before I left, even though I knew how invading of her space that was and also the fact that I was acting like she was anything more than the kids’ nanny.Once again, I also wished that I had done more than just hastily finish off her attacker. Any man who hurts any woman in that manner, in my opinion, deserves
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Sofia.I went to check on Deangelo and he was not in his room, only for me to get to Diego’s room and meet him there asleep with his kids on both sides of him. And for some reason, the sight just annoyed the heck out of me.I loved the way there was decision him and the kids before, I enjoyed seeing them have so much disagreements and misunderstandings. I also want him to keep his indifferent attitude towards his kids because I felt like it benefits me somehow, especially when it is time for him to get married to me. Mia and Diego would definitely be the first people to be against it because even though I have been caring for them in my own way before and after their mother’s death, they never treated me like I mattered to them. They just never liked me.The difference in treatments can be clearly seen when Deangelo’s younger sister, Lucy comes around to the house, they get so free with her and they never even want her to leave, and the fact that this has also been adopted with Elena
Last Updated : 2023-02-27Living with the Enemy. 48. Elena is Awake.
ELENA.I have been suffering from burning and aches in my bones. I had brief moments of consciousness but my kept dragging me down quickly to oblivion in a means to protect me from all my trauma. I could sometimes feel a caring presence watching over me while I seemed to be out of it and I could not help but wonder if it was my mother who had come to take me away from the cruel world. My mind created a vacuum where my fantasies come to life. In my unconscious mind, I dreamt of myself in an alternate life where mother was still alive. In this world, there was no Salvatore to torment and ridicule me. My mother just took good care of me and even doted on me, in this world too, father was a kind and gentle man who treats me like his queen and princess. Our lives was being lived without any tragedy befalling us. A tiny part of me wondered if I was dead but the thought was squashed just as quickly before doubt could take root in my mind. As the Ibgrew older here, my mom started to talk to
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Elena.I was walking in the dark night. I made sure not to look back, though I was convinced that I could feel a pair of eyes on me even as the beam from a headlight from nowhere grew faint. The moon illuminated the driveway well enough that I did not need a flashlight. Still, the shadows played charades with my thoughts. Who knew what kind of monsters roam these woods?A hum sounded from inside the backpack on my back, one that I had not noticed before, phantoms from my other life attempting to intrude. I ignored them. I never had a phone, and I was far too young to care about things like social media and the likes... I did not even have the luxury to worry about them. All I needed to worry about at that moment is just getting home. The scuffing of my sneakers was soon overtaken by the rumble of an engine and I walked faster. The trees thinned, revealing an expansive lawn. A roofline crested over the hill. I was almost home. Headlights casted long shadows as an SUV growled and adv
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Deangelo.It had been two days since Elena had gotten her consciousness back and the picnic we had was great, it made me.realize that qe needed to do more of that.I was back after a midnight run and I walked into the house only to see a figure in the lounge, looking worn out and when I looked further it was confirmed to be Elena which was quite surprising seeing what the time was.“Boo!” She suddenly jumped at me playfully when she sighted me and I stared at her in dismay wondering what was wrong with her. She literally never acted like this with me. “What the hell?” I cried. Her hair was disheveled and she looked like she had been drinking, even though she did not risk of it but knowing how lightheaded she was. She could literally smell like roses and still be drunk because just one cup was all it takes for her. She laughed out loud and pointed at me. “Ha-ha, got you.” She looked down at me and stumbled back as her pointer finger dropped to my stomach. “Ohhhh, your abs are out to
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Deangelo.Before I lost total control of myself, I stood to my feet, adamant on beating this, "That's enough alcohol to get you to deep sleep, Elena." I said to her as I collected the cup in her hands, poured the remnant in it into the sink and then washed the cup.While I was doing this, I had thought she would wait but then, she had started to go up to stairs to the third floor on her own, sulking while at it like I had made her done what she was not interested in doing or like a kid who had been deprived of sleep.I chuckled and proceeded to my room too because by the time I got to our floor, her door was closed and I was sure that she would be able to take care of herself and hopefully fall asleep like she had wanted.I however was not going straight to bed, I was way too aroused and hard to even try to. Elena’s image of dancing so sensually and being so free rather than scared with me because of her state was very arousing and the fact that I knew that this was nothing she would
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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
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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
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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
