All Chapters of Ruining My Enemy's Daughter: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

51. Volleyball>I scramble for my clothes as a wave of panic washes over me. How could I be so reckless? What if something happens? But it wasn’t my responsibility alone. Right?“You can stay here for sometime if you want,” he says, putting on his shirt. In other words…. It would be better if we donot go out together... Of course, no one should see us. I gaze upon him. He is distracted by Jessie’s voice getting louder in his phone app… Completely oblivious to the fact that I am freaking the fuxk out.Breathe Riley. It’s no big deal. I have to go to the pharmacy. I have never had these pills before… So I don’t know how it works.Wait. I had them once. Bile rises my throat, and I cover my mouth, trying to focus. DON’T THINK ABOUT THAT.“What’s wrong?” Mikolaj asks as he takes a step closer to me.I look up and give him a weak smile. “No biggie. Just go. Jessie is getting impatient,” I tell him. He nods and pulls me into a searing kiss, making me forget all my worries.“T

53. Casino>I walk into the Villa, carrying my shopping bags, and find Mikolaj and Camilla huddled together over a laptop. As I pass them, I can’t help but steal a glance at Mikolaj. His broad shoulders hunched over the laptop, dark hair falls over his forehead. He looks so tempting, with his intense focus on screen.“Hey, Riley!” Camilla chirps, breaking my reverie. “Did you have a wonderful time shopping?”I nod. Camilla is always nicer to me. Why don’t I like her? Only because of a man? Does she know? No, of course she doesn’t. We only slept one time. No one knows.“It was good. I met some interesting people.” Reported them.“I would love to see the dress you bought,” she says, glancing at the shopping bags.“I bought two, actually. I wasn’t sure what to wear,” I tell her sheepishly.“There are never too many dresses,” she grins as she picks up her drink from the counter.Mikolaj turns his attention to me. His piercing blue eyes lock onto mine. I expect him to say so

55. Splash of Water>It’s a bitter truth. I cannot, for the love of God, roughen her up when she looks at me with those doe-like eyes. I have fallen deep enough for her, but no more. I expect her to get up or stop. But she opens her mouth and leans.“Fuck.” I groan as I feed her my cock again. Her wine colored lipstick is smeared around her lips and on me. It’s a tempting scene. If she doesn’t run away after this evening, there is so much I would like to do to her. I start fucking her face again, and she tries to cope up with my pace. She tries to cover her teeth, but it scrapes me, anyway. I hiss in pain as I pump into her faster to replace the discomfort with pleasure. My cock hits the back of her neck. The thought she isn’t stopping me makes my dick harder if that was even possible. I will train her. Teach her how to deepthroat. I will make sure by the time I am done with her she would be too ruined for boys her age.My cock hits the back of her throat once more a

57. Skiing > I step onto the speed boat holding Jessica’s little finger. The breeze feels nice, whipping my hair into a frenzy. “I swear to God I will chop them off soon,” I mutter to myself, my voice barely audible against the boat’s engine. It’s getting harder to take care of them “Don’t.” A voice says, and I glance back over my shoulder. I hadn’t realized Mikolaj was walking behind me. He is wearing his signature sunglasses, obscuring his eyes from view. The lenses reflect the sunlight, making me squint my eyes. “Why?” I ask him as my gaze swims across his broad frame. He is wearing a crisp, white linen shirt paired with well-fitted Khaki trousers. The top few buttons are undone, revealing a glimpse of his chest. Inviting enough. He leans over, and I step back to give him space. He smiles and picks Jessica. “It’s convenient to hold you by your hair…” he says as he passes me, leaving me flustered all over again. Last evening was wonderful. Mikolaj had called

59. Some insights>Reed? I take a seat on the couch with my legs folded to my chest. Squinting my eyes, I try to read again. Or is it Red? No. It’s Reed.Only a few names can send a chill down my spine. West Reed is one of them. Depending on my mood on certain days, this name can make me depressed, hopeless or wistful.I don’t have any mental capacity for any of that. So I ignore my feelings and wrack my brain, to remember if there is some business rival Mikolaj has with this name. But why would a business rival do such a thing? This is way more than rivalry. And ‘Reed’ I know… It’s impossible that they could be the same person. My mind is riddled with questions, so I read the article to find some answers. It is the same old stuff I already know about black canopy with some absurd claims. ‘Renowned combat contractor.’‘Formidable reputation.’‘Conducting hits or rescues with alleged government support.’And whatnot. I skim the article quickly. ‘Rumors persist of hi