Chapter 28: Fictional themes. Not the author’s views (Discretion advised)

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• Deadly Enimity : A love forged in Hate   Chapter 44

  ELVIS POVI rubbed the back of my neck, unsure what to do with the silence pressing down on us, but it still beat being out there. Nadia was obviously trying to keep it together for both our sakes, but it felt like she was struggling even more than I was. I didn’t blame her. If Oleg found out I was here… I didn’t dare picture it.“How’s Oleg so blind with hate?” she hissed out, more to herself than to me. “To hate you like this…”“What did you say?” I asked, catching only the name, Oleg.“Nothing,” she answered at once.Just hearing his name was enough to make my legs itch to run. I could already imagine the disaster if he even had a hint I was here, let alone saw me.Nadia turned to me and cocked her head, eyes scanning my face. “Well… that cap and mask combo? Brilliant,” She quipped. “If you were aiming not to stand out, then sorry to break it to you, it kind of did the opposite. "You looked like one of those ex-athlete celebs whose career ended after some tragic injury and now can’

• Deadly Enimity : A love forged in Hate   Chapter 43

  ELVIS POV I stood outside the hospital for what felt like hours. Might’ve been less, might’ve been more. Time distorted around my indecision. My feet were rooted to the pavement, but my mind kept turning toward the road. I wanted to leave badly, but I needed to see Nadia. The problem was, her entire day was booked at her brother’s bedside. Viktor. The one I’d—of all people…. Left clinging to life. The guilt sat thick as tar in my throat as I thought of him. I didn’t know if coming here was desperation or just plain stupidity. People passed by, tossing glances—some suspicious, others visibly unsettled. I probably looked unhinged: a twitchy figure in a hoodie and face mask, loitering near the hospital entrance. One couple lingered a little too long, that’s when paranoia started to bite down. What if someone recognized me, even like this? What if they already had? I sat on one of the rigid benches outside the hospital, but staying put felt impossible. My legs bounced restlessly, and wi

• Deadly Enimity : A love forged in Hate   Chapter 42

  ELVIS POVI paced restlessly like a caged animal. I didn’t even remember why I was panicking anymore. Oh yeah, the message, my memory snapped into place.The one I’d found in my pocket, now lying on the floor as if it hadn’t torn through my sanityI dropped onto the edge of the bed, then I slammed the mattress, each word forced out like a curse spat through clenched teeth.“All… of… this… is… fucked!”First, the fallout with Oleg. Then the leaked video. My father’s disappointment louder than any doom. Nadia throwing back some twisted confession I’d made her swear to keep, one I had no memory of ever saying. The hit to my head. And now? Someone was threatening me like I was just a pawn on a board they thought they owned.I shot to my feet too fast. The world tilted, and I caught myself before I stumbled.There was no time, I was ready to storm out the door when a single thought yanked the leash—what if heading to the car was a trap? The so-called "gift" they mentioned could be anything

• Deadly Enimity : A love forged in Hate   Chapter 41

  ELVIS POVI looked at her for a long moment, then pushed off the bed and sank to her level, the question lodged in my throat.“Mum… Um…? I trailed off, too unsure of the memory to find the right words.She furrowed her brows, waiting, deciding not to make a big deal out of it.“I just… love you. A lot,” I murmured, though the lump in my throat made me feel like a liar.She cast a subtle smile. “And I’ve always loved you,” she said,My face swelled with emotion, even with the awful rumors that must’ve reached her by now, she still loved me.And I wondered, when she sees the leaked video of what I did, will that love still hold?A small part of me clung to the hope that it wouldn’t matter to her.But the bigger part, the one aching to tell her myself before the world could, wasn’t so sure.My stomach growled.“Did you just hear that earthquake?” she chimed, glancing around with exaggerated concern, as if the whole house had just shifted beneath us and the rumble hadn’t come from my stom

• Deadly Enimity : A love forged in Hate   Chapter 40

  ELVIS POVAlmost like they'd been there long before those three days, or am I wrong?”I coughed, suddenly aware of how exposed I felt under the doctor’s survey. “Uhm… what are you getting at?”I looked over to my mum.She was watching me too closely, lips pressed together, and her expression strained. The faint glimmer in her eyes "hinted at the tears she was struggling to hold back," and I wondered how much fear she’d swallowed or let spill while I lay unconscious in that bed, tormented by nightmares that refused to end.I was fidgeting with my fingers now.Dr. Roman’s eyes shifted down to my hands, then back up. “An answer to the question,” he responded evenly. extending a hand toward mine.I pulled away before he could reach me, setting both hands flat at my sides. He hesitated for a beat, then resumed jotting something down“I just don’t see how some nightmares are worth writing a shitty report over when I got hit in the head,” I snapped, my voice harder than I intended."Ivan!" m

• Deadly Enimity : A love forged in Hate   Chapter 39

  ELVIS POVPresent momentMy eyes tore open to the half-light bleeding through the room. reflexively, I flinched, squeezing them shut again. It wasn’t even that bright, but my brain, overloaded, treated it like a floodlight. Slowly, I blinked through the static haze, once, twice. then, I forced them fully open.The ceiling warped above me, swaying like a mirage, as if it might collapse any second. A relentless, dull throb pulsed at the base of my skull and was out of sync with my racing heart. “My body didn’t feel quite right.”.I lay there, my eyes pinned on the blur above, until shapes sharpened and clarity inched back into my mind. A bedroom that wasn’t mine gradually came into focus. It was large, painted in soft creams that felt empty and suspiciously quiet.A sterile scent curled sharply into my nostrils, and my gaze dropped to a plastic line snaking into my arm. A red light blinked from a clip on my finger. Electrodes clung to my chest. Medical monitors. I didn’t remember agreei