All Chapters of Ruining My Enemy's Daughter: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

102. Call. - . Mikolaj . - .Gripping hard on the steering, I try to focus on road wondering what the fuck I am supposed to do. Learning everything about Reed’s past should be my priority.“When was the last time you heard about him or his so-called activities?” Garrett asks.I told him earlier that Reed has a reputation in Russia and my brother wanted me to deal with him. Antoni chose me because he wanted the hit to be discreet. Lena got inconsolable after that. She has her head leaned against the window on back seat. Garrett’s question brings her attention to us.“He attacked my car a month ago… We haven’t been able to trace his whereabouts since.”Garrett clenches his fist to steady his trembling hand and asks, “Will you be returning to Michigan today?”“No,” I say, eyeing him at the sudden change of topic. Honestly, what’s there to talk about when there is not much we can do. The realization is humbling and humiliating that we have no choice but to wait. “I will stay until I learn

104. Party of sorts. - . Riley . - .The door swings open, and I flinch away from West. Tank strolls with an evil smirk as he eyes me from head to toe.“No one would mind if you taste her once again, you know,” he tells West.“Quit it, Tank! We talked about this.”He shrugs, handing a pouch. “You forgot this.”Grabbing the pouch from his hand, West jerks his head. “Leave.”Tank shrugs, licking his lips as he backs away. “Just saying… I know the temptation.”West locks the room as I am standing at my spot, unsure. Good thing I didn’t try my luck. I would have ended up in a worse situation than being cuffed to the bedpost.“I am a mere object here… A freaking property you can taste?”West ignores the jibe and comments, “It’s late. You should have slept.” “Yea, it’s that easy.”“You weren’t this chatty before.”Well, I was. Then I wasn’t. I was getting my cheekiness back before all hell broke loose on me. First Mikolaj and his stupid deal, and now this. “You are confusing me with Natal

Ping. - . Mikolaj . - .Raylan kicks on the door, and with a loud thud it slams against the wall. I stroll inside and look around for the occupants. Then I see him. Victor glued to the couch, startled. “About time,” I say as he gets up and takes a run towards the door.Raylan blocks his way, pushing him back inside.“Wh- What do you want this time?” Victor asks as Raylan nudges him one more time as he stumbles onto the carpet.“Camilla told me about your polite comment a few hours ago,” I sneer at him. “We were curious what it meant.”After my meeting with Jacob and Natalie, I got an interesting call from Camilla and I took flight back here immediately. Since the website Jacob told me about is inaccessible, I am hoping to find some answers here. “I-I meant no offense.”The door knocks and Camilla’s voice comes through. “Are you guys in there?” Raylan lets her in and her eyes widen, seeing Victor. “Where the fuck are your clothes?” Then she frowns, her eyes searching for something. “

. - Riley - .As West locks the door from outside, I turn and my eyes meet the stare of security camera, its red blinking light taunting me. Is Mikolaj really watching or is West just playing mind games? Doesn’t matter. I am pissed at both of them. West kidnapped me, but Mikolaj... He literally forced me to live with him so I would be miserable.“Does my misery make you delighted, Mr. Josef?” Slight shake of my head I add, “I fucking hate you… Hate that you used me to get your stupid revenge.” I know he cannot hear me, but if he could, would he even care? Turning on my heel, I stroll into the bathroom. As my hand grips the cold knob, the rage drains away, leaving the hollow ache. My emotions are a chaotic mess, bouncing between hurt and fury. I should blame the sex party West forced me to stay in. The atmosphere of lust and excess made my eyes bleed. Figuratively. Then he had the nerve to ask for a kiss. And the worst part… First thought that crossed my mind was how Mikolaj would re

110. Rescue . - Riley - . My hands tremble as I grab the door handle and pull. It doesn’t budge. Did West come back, or is it just the seven of us under attack? A small part of me wonders if it's the police. I have no choice but to wait and watch my luck unfold. So I do that. I sink in a corner and flinch with each gunshot. Rapid sharp cracks make my heart jump as I realize someone is firing an automatic rifle. This can't be a rescue mission. Considering the chaos outside I will definitely die before the night ends. Chewing on my lips, I glance towards the bathroom and consider. I should try 911 again. My legs are weak beneath me as I tiptoe inside and lift the lid off the toilet tank. I reach in and feel the cold plastic of the phone. Next, I go to the mattress and lift the edge just enough to grab the folded piece of tissue that hides the unused pregnancy test. I shove the test into my pocket, promising myself If I survive this night, first thing I will do is take the test. My