Semua Bab Deadly Enimity : A love forged in Hate: Bab 11 - Bab 19

OLEG POVNadia and I knew each other too well. In truth, our bond was stronger than either of our relationships with our older brother or father. But of course, I wasn’t the only one who had once been close to that two-faced rascal.If I searched my memories, I’d remember that my sister and Elvis were even closer, given they were only a year apart. She was naturally too headstrong for her good, and wouldn’t have listened to me. If anything, it was only a matter of time before she reached out to him.The real question was what had they talked about, and was it tied to his disappearance? But she seemed unaware and pressing her for answers would be pointless. I needed answers from someone else. I pulled out my phone and dialed a direct line to someone I had placed near Elvis for situations exactly like this. A few beats passed before it was picked up, but instead of an immediate report, I was met with the distant hum of voices, laughter, and loud music."Why is there so much noise?" I

ELVIS POVA storm of conflicting emotions churned inside me. My father despised wasted time, especially in places that held no value for me. If he had known I was at a party, he would have torn the entire place apart without a second thought. Yet, he hadn’t, I pondered the possibilities, carefully weighing my options.he fixed me with an intense stare, his lethal voice slicing through the silence.“You don’t hesitate when I ask you a question, remember?” His tone was clipped. “Do you need me to remind you, boy?”I stiffened, my pulse spiking. “I was at—” I faltered, “The library.”The lie slipped out before I could stop it, the only excuse I could grasp in that split-second of panic. That excuse had always worked before. As the son of Mikhail Andreyev, I had been raised with a strict set of rules where perfection was the bare minimum.His lips curled into a mocking smile. “And you didn’t think the penthouse was convenient for that?” he drawled, baiting me and waiting for me to slip. B

ELVIS POVI had no idea how to react, so much had changed between us that I could only manage an awkward greeting. Just before I got a word out, Luca lunged forward, enveloping me in a crushing embrace, only after making sure our mother was securely seated in her wheelchair. The sight of her in that condition struck an aching chord in me. "I was worried about you, but damn, look at you!" he said, his half-smile deepening the dimple on his right cheek as he stepped back. His gaze roamed over me, absorbing every change. "More muscle, extra pounds, and taller too." His comment pulled a reluctant grin from me.Luca and I were fraternal twins, yet we were entirely different beyond our basic sibling resemblance. I had always been the larger one at 6’1”, while he stood around 5’10”. His lean build was a contrast to mine which though slender, now boasted defined muscles with my slim waist accentuated by my medium-built shoulders, honed by the rigorous training I underwent in Montenegro. His

ELVIS POVAmidst hushed voices, we silently boarded a fleet of Rover golf carts, the lair's mode of internal transport, which guided us toward the Cuisine restaurant.Though cars were permitted, my father deliberately chose this understated entrance, likely aiming to publicize my return and dispel circulating rumors. I couldn't help but snort inwardlyThe restaurant was no ordinary one; functioning as a secure stronghold for confidential meetings, fortified with bulletproof walls and loyal staff. Any act of betrayal within its confines would result in the eradication of one's entire lineage.Upon our arrival, Father commanded, "Remain here and hold your heads high. I'll summon you when necessary," with that he disappeared into a private room, leaving my brothers and me in the main area.The crowd paid little attention to us, engrossed in their meals and discussions. The atmosphere here was slightly less unnerving."Speaking of which, I'm famished," Luca's voice broke through my though