Semua Bab Deadly Enimity : A love forged in Hate: Bab 1 - Bab 10

ELVIS POV I stood on the balcony of my penthouse, the glittering view of Montenegro stretched out before me. The city was alive with lights and movement, a masterpiece of modern elegance framed by ancient history. But tonight, I couldn’t appreciate its beauty. My mind was too preoccupied with memories I’d rather forget. It had been three years since I was forced to leave Russia—a place that was no longer my home. My departure had been swift, cold, and unforgiving. Montenegro had become my gilded cage, but the chains of my past still clung to me. I could vividly recall the disappointment on the faces of those I cared about. Especially *his* face. The hatred in his eyes, the venom in his words—they haunted me. *"Don’t you dare touch me again. The next time you do, I’ll break more than your jaw,"* he spat, his voice shaking with rage. *You disgust me*. You can’t even own up to your actions. You took me for a fool because I tried to let things go. But now? Now I see you for what you

ELVIS POV When we arrived at the ring, I noticed Losif was already there, his sharp eyes fixed on me. He gave a slight bow and greeted me with a formal, "Good evening, Boss." I nodded in acknowledgment, keeping my response curt. Losif and I rarely spoke beyond what was necessary; our interactions were always professional and distant. Pavel, on the other hand, was different. Though we spoke more casually, there was still a barrier between us. I didn’t trust him entirely, and that created a gap neither of us tried to bridge. After we both suited up, ready for the match, we stepped into the boxing ring. The bell rang, and we started circling each other, eyes locked in a silent battle of wills. Pavel struck first, throwing a series of quick jabs. I dodged and weaved with ease, relying on the techniques I’d honed through countless hours of training since arriving here. For a while, it seemed like Pavel had the upper hand. He landed a few clean hits, forcing me to stumble back

ELVIS POV I stood in front of the mirror, my reflection a picture of casual elegance that didn’t quite feel like me. A navy-blue baggy cargo shirt hung loose over a crisp white T-shirt, perfectly matched with cargo pants and spotless white sneakers. My curly hair shimmered under the soft light, freshly styled and glinting from the spray I’d just applied. The diamond necklace around my neck, the glinting wristwatch, and the stud in my left ear added a touch of luxury to the look. I hadn’t been to a party since leaving Russia, and the thought of being surrounded by strangers again made my chest tighten. Still, I was determined to shake off the nerves tonight. “Going somewhere?” I turned, startled, to find Pavel standing at my bedroom door, a slight frown pulling at his face. I hadn’t even noticed I’d left the door open. He didn’t bother hiding his disapproval—he knew I never went out at night. Ignoring him, I glanced at my phone, checking the address Leo had sent me. I st

Elvis POVMy mind raced as I attempted to grasp what was going on, but before I could respond, Leo stepped in and pushed the guy hard enough to send him tumbling to the ground.Shocked, I looked up to see Leo standing over him, “I warned you,” Leo snarled. “He’s off-limits. He doesn't swing that way.” It dawned on me the reason for Leo’s earlier frown when he had been talking to him before approaching me, it had been about me. A sinking, nauseating feeling churned in my stomach at the realization, and it was far from pleasant.The guy, clearly offended, scrambled to his feet and swung a punch at Leo. But Leo was faster, dodging effortlessly and countering with a strike that sent blood spraying from the guy’s mouth. Chaos erupted around us as people jumped up in a frenzy and the rest of us scrambled to pull them apart.I froze for a moment, stunned at Leo’s reaction. I’d never seen him this angry. As Leo lunged to strike again, I stepped in, pressing a hand to his chest to stop him. My

ELVIS POVThe thumping bass from the party faded the moment we found an empty bedroom and stepped inside. She closed the door behind us and left us in a sudden, almost eerie silence amplifying the faint buzz in my head from too much drink.She turned to me and before I could say anything, her lips were on mine again. I let myself go with i. Her hands slid over my chest, working at the buttons of my shirt, and I awkwardly tugged at her top in return.As she backed me toward the bed, her lips trailed from my jaw down to my neck. I should have been into this but I wasn’t. My heart pounded, not with excitement but with a creeping sense of dread.As she unbuttoned my pants, I swallowed hard. All I could think about was Oleg and my father standing in the room, judging me.I couldn’t do it.“Wait,” I said, my voice cracking. I stepped back, sitting on the edge of the bed as she froze, mid-motion.“What’s wrong?” she asked, her brows furrowing.I couldn’t look at her as I forced out the words