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78. Make all your Enemies Disappear.
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Living with the Enemy. 79. Now a Couple.
Mia.As I walked into the classroom on Monday morning, my heart was pounding in my chest. I knew that Andrew was going to sit next to me, and even though we had been dating for a few weeks now, I still couldn't believe that he actually liked me. I had never had a boyfriend before, and the idea of being part of a couple was both thrilling and terrifying. Mia's heart races as Andrew makes his way towards her, leaving his own seat to sit beside her.I felt my cheeks heat up as Andrew walked towards me, his backpack slung over one shoulder. It was Monday, and I was still adjusting to the reality that Andrew and I were now a couple. As he approached me, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. When he reached my desk, he smiled and slid into the seat next to me. I felt y cheeks turn bright red as he leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. I knew that everyone in the room was watching us, and I couldn't help feeling self-conscious. I wasn't used to being the center of attention, and the fact
Last Updated : 2023-03-28Living with the Enemy. 80. The alpha's Arrival.
Elena.I woke up early today, ready to start my day with a morning run as usual. I laced up my shoes and headed out the door, but as soon as I heard that the alpha was coming back home, everything else faded away from my mind. I couldn't focus on the music in my ears or the rhythm of my footsteps anymore. The thought of him coming back home filled me with a nervous energy that I could not shake.As I ran, my mind raced with all the things I would say or do when he arrived. I replayed our last conversation on the phone over and over again, trying to glean any insight into what he might be thinking. I did not know how I was supposed to face him after that erotic phone sex that we had shared with each other where we touched ourselves and moaned into the phone. Heck! I could not even believe how much he affected me, how I always felt like a completely different person around him.As the time for the alpha’s arrival approached, I couldn't help but feel nervous. Even Mrs Cali was very busy
Last Updated : 2023-03-29Living with the Enemy. 81. Erased from their lives.
Erased from their lives. Sofia. I was pulled along forcefully by the men, feeling dizzy and confused as I tried to gather my thoughts. It was hard to believe what was happening to me. Just moments ago, I was trapped in a psychiatric hospital, constantly monitored by doctors and nurses. And now, I found myself being taken to an old, deserted train station by a group of men led by a mysterious man named Bruno Amato. My heart raced as we finally reached the abandoned train station. The walls were peeling, and the air smelled of decay. I looked around, trying to make sense of my surroundings, but my mind felt hazy and slow. The cold breeze brushed against my skin, and the rusty train tracks emitted an eerie sound as we walked towards our destination. The men brought me to a dark and damp corner of the station, and suddenly, Bruno spoke up. His voice grated on my already frazzled nerves. He ordered one of his men to get water, and to my horror, he poured the entire bucket over my head. I
Last Updated : 2023-03-30Living with the Enemy. 82. Let go of the past.
Deangelo. I had been back for a week now and things were starting to fall back into place. The house had resumed its usual routine. I had just finished reading a report from one of my clients when I heard a burst of energy coming from outside my study. I looked up to see my five-year-old son, Diego, sprinting into the room with a huge grin on his face. I could not help but smile at the sight of my son's excitement. "Dad, Dad, guess what?" Diego exclaimed, breathless from his sprint, his eyes wide with anticipation. "What is it, Diego?" I asked, setting aside my work. "My new friend invited me to a carnival in town tonight!" Diego exclaimed, jumping up and down. My smile faded, replaced with a look of concern. I was always nervous about letting my children out of the house except it had to do with somewhere close enough or school generally, especially with the recent security threats. However, before I could even express his doubts, Elena walked into the study behind Diego. "Dieg
Last Updated : 2023-03-30Living with the Enemy. 83. Andrew's House.
Mia. My heart raced in my chest as I sat at the dinner table, anxiously fidgeting with the napkin in my lap. The weight of my deceit weighed heavily on my conscience, and I couldn't shake the guilt that consumed me. I had lied to my dad, telling him I was going to a friend's house to work on a group project, but instead, I found myself sitting at Andrew's house, sharing a meal with his parents. When Andrew first invited me, my anxiety soared. I knew his mom had a disapproving attitude towards me, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was merely there to be judged and criticized. However, Andrew insisted that his mom was difficult with everyone, and he reassured me that she wouldn't even remember the names of half the students she had punished. I couldn't help but retort that she would likely remember me since Andrew had defended me against her in the past. But Andrew's pouting and guilt-tripping wore me down, and I eventually gave in to his persistence. Now, sitting at the dinner
Last Updated : 2023-03-30Living with the Enemy. 84. Raising the kids the wrong way.
Deangelo.My grip tightened around the steering wheel as I stared at the road ahead, lost in thought. The witch's words continued to echo in my mind, urging me to let go of the past and embrace happiness. I felt a sudden urge to act upon her words, and so I reached into my pocket and pulled out a phone. It was my late wife's phone, the only thing I had kept of hers since she passed away. Despite storing away all of her other belongings, I had clung to this phone, carrying it with me everywhere I went. In a way, it feels like a part of her is still with him. I turned it over in my hand, tracing the outline of the device with my thumb.Meanwhile, Diego and William had decided to turn their little fun evening into a sleepover at William's house. Luca and some of the men had gone with them, secretly watching over them to ensure their safety. The boys were loud and full of energy, but in the quiet of the car, Elena and I seemed to be lost in our own thoughts now that we were returning home
Last Updated : 2023-03-30Living with the Enemy. 85. You are Grounded.
Deangelo.My heart was pounding against my chest as I struggled to control my anger. The image of my innocent little girl with some boy, who probably had no real feelings for her, kept playing in my mind. I tried to take deep breaths to calm myself, but my blood was boiling with rage. Suddenly, I heard the sound of the front door opening, and I knew that Mia and Andrew had returned. As the pair walked in, swinging their hands and laughing, my eyes locked onto Andrew, and I knew instantly that this was the boy who had captured my daughter's heart. I let out a rough laugh, causing the couple to stop in their tracks. The phone in my hand felt like a hot coal, burning through my fingers. I could feel the weight of my late wife's memory pressing down on me, and I wondered if I had failed her. My daughter's voice echoed in my mind, and I could not shake off the feeling that was losing her.Elena stepped forward, trying to calm me down, but I brushed her aside with a fierce look. I was to
Last Updated : 2023-03-31Living with the Enemy. 86. Daughters and the hell they bring.
Deangelo. It had been two exhausting and agonizing days since the intense argument with my daughter, Mia. She had retreated to her room, shutting herself off from the world, refusing to eat or go to school. The weight of guilt and remorse crushed me, as I couldn't shake off the haunting image of her tear-stained face and heart-wrenching sobs. To clear my mind and find solace, I sought refuge in the fields, working alongside Luca, my loyal and trusted companion. He attempted to lighten the atmosphere with a lighthearted joke about facing our problems head-on instead of avoiding them. However, his attempt at humor only fueled my anger and bitterness, which were still smoldering within me. In a fit of rage, I lost control and grabbed Luca by the collar, forcefully pushing him away. It happened so abruptly and violently that Luca stumbled and fell to the ground, struggling to catch his breath. Standing over him, fists clenched, I battled to rein in my emotions and regain control. Looki
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Living with the Enemy. 142: Moment of Victory.
Deangelo. With determination fueling my every move, I charged forward, paying no heed to the smaller threats that stood in my way. My sole focus was on reaching Salvatore, not out of a desire for revenge, but to protect what was left of my family. Inside the house, my teenage daughter and her baby brother were trapped, gripped by fear. In the midst of the chaos, an unexpected thought emerged from deep within my mind—it was Elena. Memories of our time together came rushing back, flooding my consciousness with emotions. I recalled the happiness we shared, the moments of laughter, and the profound connection that blossomed between us. To my surprise, I realized that I had fallen in love with her, even though our relationship was kept secret due to the complicated circumstances. Sofia, on the other hand, had no place in my personal life, our interactions limited strictly to professional matters. This realization hit me with a powerful impact, reverberating throughout my entire being. B
Living with the Enemy. 141: A brutal Battle.
Deangelo. A growing unease consumed me, a feeling that something was not right. The arrival of the Guta pack brought a glimmer of hope, as they seemed kind and friendly, briefly easing my troubled mind. However, their initial numbers appeared surprisingly low. Their beta assured me that more of their pack members would join us by morning. Though unspoken, I found comfort in their presence, knowing that despite Bruno's injuries, his pack still posed a significant threat. And then, it hit me like a sudden gust of wind—an unmistakable sensation of an Alpha's demise, specifically that of Bruno Amato. Wolves typically couldn't sense the death of another unless they shared a deep bond as mates. But Alphas had a special ability to perceive the loss of a fellow leader, especially when tied by a tumultuous history. It resonated deep within me—Bruno was undoubtedly dead. Without wasting time, I shared this troubling news with the members of the Guta pack. If there was one thing I had learned
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
Living with the Enemy. 137: Grip of Bruno Amato.
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
