All Chapters of Living with the Enemy.: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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

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

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

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

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