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Living with the Enemy. 87. A passionate kiss.
Deangelo. I had been drinking a lot that night. I stumbled through the dark hallway, still feeling the effects of the wine I had been drinking with father earlier. I stumbled towards Mia's room, my steps unsteady and my mind hazy. I knocked on her door, calling out to her, but she refused to let me in. Her voice was muffled, but I could hear the anger and hurt in it. I knew that I had to find a way to talk to her, to make her understand. Mia's voice cut through the air, harsh and angry. "Go away!" she yelled from inside. Undeterred, I refused to give up. I walked around the house and peered up at the second-story window of Mia's room. True enough, she had forgotten to lock it. A small smile crept across my face as I climbed up onto the windowsill and pushed the window open. Mia whirled around when she heard the sound of the window sliding open. She grabbed a nearby stick and pointed it at me, demanding that I leave immediately. But I was not one to back down from a challenge. I la
Last Updated : 2023-03-31Living with the Enemy. 88. Like Teenagers.
Elena. I have always been a practical and level-headed person, but the excitement I felt from my secret romance with Deangelo made me feel young and full of energy. It was like being in a thrilling spy movie, always looking for hidden spots where we could have some private time. At night, we would sneak around the house like teenagers, searching for quiet places where we could be alone without anyone noticing. Sometimes, it was the kitchen, where we would sit on the counter and kiss passionately, savoring the stolen moments. Other times, it was in Deangelo's study, surrounded by books and papers, where we would talk for hours, discussing everything and nothing at all. Those moments felt incredibly special, as if it was just the two of us in the whole world. I couldn't believe how much I enjoyed the thrill of sneaking around like a teenager, keeping our blossoming relationship with Deangelo hidden from the rest of the family. Every secret kiss we shared felt exhilarating, adding a se
Last Updated : 2023-04-05Living with the Enemy. 89. Here to see Deangelo.
Sofia. My heart pounded as I approached the Ferrari residence. The anticipation of seeing Deangelo again after what felt like forever churned my stomach. This moment had been the culmination of days of planning and following Bruno's instructions meticulously. His men had even driven me as close to the compound as they could without arousing suspicion before dropping me off. Now, I was on my own. The Ferrari residence stood before me in all its grandeur. It was an enormous mansion with multiple wings and tall columns. It looked more like an estate than a mere house. The garden surrounding it was immaculately maintained, with rows of vibrant flowers and neatly trimmed shrubs. The entire property was enclosed by a high fence and guarded by formidable men. I felt tiny and insignificant in the face of such wealth and power. Taking a deep breath, I tried to gather my nerves. I reminded myself that I was doing this for Deangelo, for our love, and for our future together. Approaching the g
Last Updated : 2023-04-06Living with the Enemy. 90. Sofia is back.
Elena. I watched nervously as Sofia stepped through the threshold of our house, her grip tight on a small, weathered suitcase. Memories of the past flooded my mind, reminding me of the trouble she had caused before. Sofia had always viewed me as a rival, even when all I wanted was to be her friend. And now, here she stood, returning to our home as if nothing had ever happened. As I greeted her with a forced smile, I couldn't help but notice her meticulously styled hair and perfectly manicured nails. It was as if she had stepped out of a fashion magazine, her appearance dazzling and polished. It struck me how effortlessly she carried herself, oozing confidence and an air of superiority. It was no wonder people were drawn to her. I cautiously offered to assist Sofia in getting settled into her new room, which was located in a secluded part of the house. Madam Beatrice, always the fashion enthusiast, had claimed Sofia's old room for her ever-growing collection of designer items. It see
Last Updated : 2023-04-07Living with the Enemy. 91. Portraits of Elena.
Salvatore. As I stood in my study, completely enthralled by the breathtaking sunset, I could not help but be mesmerized by the stunning view before me. The sky was painted in a mesmerizing mix of colors, with hues of orange, pink, and purple blending together seamlessly. The sun itself was a fiery ball of orange, slowly sinking below the horizon. The rays of the sun shone directly into my study, casting a warm glow on my face. I could feel the heat of the sun on my skin, and I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation. In the distance, the majestic mountains stood proudly, their outlines clearly visible against the backdrop of the sunset. Even the trees in my garden seemed to come alive, their leaves rustling in the evening breeze while bathed in the sun's golden glow. But I could not continue to pay more heed to the picturesque scene. My attention was solely focused on Elena's portrait, which hung on the wall in front of me. It was a large, enlarged portrait, framed in an ornate gol
Last Updated : 2023-04-08Living with the Enemy. 92. Her Favourite Ferrari.
Mia. The moment I entered Andrew's living room, the first thing that stroke me was the grand nature of the space. The ceiling was high and adorned with intricate crown molding, giving the room a sense of grandeur. The walls were painted a pale blue color, with large windows allowing plenty of natural light to flood the room. It was dotted with potted plants, adding a touch of nature and life to the otherwise sophisticated space. The curtains were made of a sheer white fabric, billowing gently in the breeze coming from the open windows. These are details that I was unable to very much notice the last time I came, due to his mother of course. While Andrew and I sat on the couch in the living room, I couldn't help but keep noticing how excited he was about my dad. He had been talking nonstop about how cool he was and how much he admired him. I couldn't blame him though, my dad was pretty amazing. He was a cool and handsome man according to the societal standards and also a huge footbal
Last Updated : 2023-04-09Living with the Enemy. 93. Being an Amato.
Elena. I couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that something was off between Deangelo and me. Whenever he was around, there was a palpable tension in the air. His responses to my questions had become short and distant, and he avoided making eye contact with me. It felt as if a barrier had been erected between us, and I couldn't help but blame myself for it. I tried to reason with myself that perhaps it was for the best. Our relationship had always been a complicated one, with Deangelo being a Ferrari and me being an Amato. It was a love that was never going to work, that is never meant to work even, and we constantly had to hide our feelings from the pack. If he even got to know about who I really was, it was going to go down sea. But despite all of that, I couldn't help the way I felt about him. And now, with him avoiding me, I could not help but wonder if our love was worth it in the end. Was it all just a fleeting moment of happiness that was bound to end in heartbreak? I tried t
Last Updated : 2023-04-10Living with the Enemy. 94. Dress to Kill.
Elena.I felt a mix of relief and apprehension when Camilla confronted me about my “illness”. I was relieved that I did not have to keep up the charade any longer, but I was also worried about what Camilla would think if I told her the truth.“I know you’re not really sick,” Camilla said, her eyes piercing into mine. “What’s really going on, Elena?”I bit my lip, trying to come up with an excuse, but I know that Camilla won’t buy it. She had always been able to read me like a book. “I can’t tell you,” I finally admitted. “It’s just… personal.”Camila nodded, a look of understanding on her face. “I get it. But you can’t stay cooped up in your room forever. One of my friends is having a party tonight and you’re coming with us.”I opened my mouth to protest, but Camila cut me off.“Trust me, you need this. You need to let loose and have some fun.”I sighed, knowing that she was right. I could not keep moping around in my room, waiting for Deangelo to come and talk to me. It was time to m
Last Updated : 2023-04-11
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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
