Deadly Enimity : A love forged in Hate
I met Oleg in junior school, and we clicked right away. Despite our fathers being rival mafia bosses, we never fell apart. But my feelings for Oleg changed with age. I felt frightened because I was torn between the comforts of friendship and the thrill of something more.
My dad was very homophobic, so it was even more difficult to express how I felt. I was faced with wanting to be truthful but endangering our families’ fragile peace So, my feelings stayed hidden, and I was just happy to be with Oleg.
Yet I couldn’t help but hope that Oleg would feel the same. Perhaps he was too scared to say anything. That hint of hope was what gave me the courage to take action.
And I did but things went terribly wrong. our worlds collided and exploded. It left us with nothing but hatred and resentment between our families. If I could turn back time, I would be content with the friendship we once shared, not the hurt and anger which we now have.
We parted ways with hatred in our hearts,a wound that never healed,years later,our path crossed again......
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Chapter: Chapter 63ELVIS POV“What? Disappointed?” he gravelled.Oleg pivoted toward me, his expression lighting up with a terrifying, childlike glee, as if he were on the verge of unwrapping a Christmas gift.I couldn’t answer. I just stared.My lungs refused to fill properly, each breath scraping in shallow, fractured pulls, as though my bones might splinter beneath the pressure.When he’d said I had bills to pay, my mind had circled and stalled through every gruesome possibility, petrified of landing on what my brain kept insisting it was.I hadn’t wanted to believe it would come to this.And yet… Oleg was not a man who misspoke. He was the last man who would ever misunderstand his own words.I didn’t know how to process being taken by a man who loathed the very ground I walked on.Here, in this godforsaken place I didn’t recognize, a location I had never, even in my darkest dreams, imagined I’d end up — it wasn’t how I wanted him to have me, not after all the secret, foolish dreams of us I had held
Last Updated: 2026-01-25
Chapter: Chapter 62LOSIF POVIt took hours of exhausting arguing before we finally agreed on my idea. At the same time, Pavel quietly mapped out the plan, orchestrating every detail like a strategist moving pieces across a board.We were now inside Oleg Petrov’s perimeter.One by one, we climbed out of the cars, hidden beneath our disguises. That alone should have shaken me to my core, given the expectation of being watched, but instead, there was barely any attention, apart from the usual deference owed to the wealthy. Beyond the first checkpoint, slipping inside had been almost laughably easy. I muttered curses under my breath at the blatant pointlessness of this plan I’d dreamed up, especially as I wrestled with the absurd, ankle-length grey bisht, which seemed determined to trip me at every step, as if deciding whether today would be the day I face-planted.Worst of all, my shoulder-length shemagh scarf swallowed half my face in the name of secrecy, trapping heat and turning every breath into a stru
Last Updated: 2026-01-06
Chapter: Chapter 61LOSIF POVPavel remained stationed in front of me, the binoculars never leaving his face, his actions caught in a looping rhythm as he lifted, refocused, and sighed over and over, his knuckles paling with each adjustment as he scanned the private grounds from afar, as if sheer persistence could force Elvis to appear. I mirrored his movements every time he shifted, the sun scorching my skin.At last, his broad shoulders sagged in defeat. With a frustrated exhale, he lowered the binoculars and stalked toward the line of cars parked along the hill overlooking the Petrov estate.“What do you have?” he ordered at the guards hunched over the map spread across the car trunk.One of them shook his head. “Only the outer perimeter, sir. The maps are useless. They show just the outer walls and the surrounding paths are… complicated.”“We’re not getting anywhere if the plan is waiting for Elvis to stroll out and wave,” Anton snarled. He slid his phone aside, and I saw Luca’s name disappear from th
Last Updated: 2026-01-01
Chapter: Chapter 60OLEG POVI slid into my usual place at the head of the table and watched Elvis stroll in with that sluggish, half-alive gait that grated on my tolerance even before we came into the dining room. He didn’t so much as glance at the seats near me, “not the second, not the third, not the fourth.”No, he crossed the entire length of the table and went straight for the chair at the far end, planting himself as far from me as he could get.My jaw ticked. I jabbed at the seat beside me. “Get over here.”He pivoted without protest and settled stiffly into the seat beside me, eyes glued on the plates before us, stubbornly refusing to meet mine as they normally did.I tipped my chin at one of my men.“Before or after we eat, we’ll be receiving a visitor. They’ll come in search of our alleged ‘guest’. I cut a glance at Elvis, still sitting exactly as before—"claiming to be detectives searching for what isn’t lost. If they show up with a warrant—which I’m sure they will—let them in. But you tell m
Last Updated: 2025-11-24
Chapter: Chapter 59ELVIS POVThe door slammed behind Oleg, and the room finally loosened what had been strangling me. Only then did I become aware of the tremor running through my body. My knees gave way, and I hit the floor before I even realized I was falling.“Already down?” Oleg drawled. “We haven’t even warmed up. On your feet.”I forced myself upright and shut my eyes tight, trying to block it out, yet the imprint of his hand on my head and the suffocating darkness of life almost squeezed out of me yanked them back open.Walking with him stalking my back, the question settled in my mind. He’d been seconds from letting them open me up. Would he have truly let them?My arms clamped around myself, fingers digging into my skin until pain flared. A sick rush of nostalgia punched through my chest—proof of exactly what I’d always been to everyone: the boy who wasn’t supposed to break… yet always did.I still didn’t know where the scraps of strength to even fight back in that room had come from. One momen
Last Updated: 2025-11-23
Chapter: Chapter 58OLEG POVAfter the scalding spray of the shower stripped the last traces of the past hour from my skin, I slipped on a black singlet and loose black sweats over my steam-clinging body. I didn’t bother with my damp, unruly hair, letting it fall in a wild, careless mess.I moved through a few unfinished affairs that needed to be dealt with, while the other part of me drifted toward the thin curtain separating my room from Elvis’s, straining for the faintest sound from the other side.Eventually, when half the necessary affairs had been resolved, I shoved the rest aside, relenting and letting my internal battle take charge.Drawn by some unseen force, my gaze fell hard on the heavy curtain before finally stepping out of my room. The guards followed, stopping short, leaving me to dominate the space at the entrance of his room.I found him partially dressed, his back to me. I leaned a shoulder against the doorframe, arms folded across my chest, quietly surveying him. He sensed me, “a flick
Last Updated: 2025-11-22
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