In Love With My Enemy

In Love With My Enemy

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Isabella Roosevelt has spent the last five years undercover in enemy territory, serving the Harrington family while secretly working for her own. She’s brilliant, sweet, and has never allowed herself to be vulnerable—until now. When her cover is blown and she’s forced into a marriage with the dangerous, ruthless, yet handsome Lucas Harrington, the stakes reach an all-time high. Their union was supposed to be purely strategic—a way to keep her out of prison and for him to exact revenge on her family. But with every heated glance, every accidental touch, the line between enemies and lovers begins to blur. Lucas smoldering presence drives her wild, and as their game of seduction escalates, Isabella finds herself caught in a web of forbidden desire. What begins as a marriage of convenience quickly turns into a battle of wills, where the only way to win is to surrender to the passion that consumes them both.

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8 Chapters

Chapter 1

Isabella Roosevelt The lights flickered overhead as I scurried behind Mr. Harrington, my heels clicking rhythmically against the polished marble floor, a sound that echoed through the vast, empty hallways. His long strides were a challenge for my 5’6" frame, but I was determined to keep up, no matter how out of breath I felt. After all, I’d been doing this dance for five long years—chasing after him, trying to anticipate his needs, and fading into the background like a shadow that knew its place. Always on edge, always riddled with anxiety, because five years ago, my father sent me here as a spy, a pawn in his grand game. Alfred Harrington, a man who molded his empire with an iron will and now set his sights on politics, driven by ambition. The Harringtons were generational enemies of the Harringtons, locked in a rivalry that spanned decades, and I was the youngest daughter in a family where obedience was non-negotiable, a rule carved in stone. My father was strict and rarely th
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Chapter 2

Isabella Roosevelt My heart beats in my chest as I refuse to turn around. I have worked here for five years, and I have never been so unprofessional in front of him, not even for a second. “Ms. Brown,” his deep voice sent shivers down my spine, “I’d like to see you in my office.” I turned around, but he had already vanished. With a resigned sigh, I followed him into his office. He settled into his seat, gesturing for me to take the chair opposite him. “Ms. Brown, do you have a problem with me?” he asked, his gaze probing. I found myself at a loss for words. I couldn't bring myself to lie, yet I was too terrified to speak the truth. I needed this job. My father would be so disappointed if I get fired. Also working for LucasHarrington came with its perks. Not only was the pay generous, but he also provided assistance with student loans and offered regular appraisals. It was no wonder people were willing to endure the chaos of the workplace for the financial security he provided.
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Chapter 3

Isabella Roosevelt I felt a pang of guilt for never inviting my office friends over. They’d mentioned it a few times, and I’d always dodged the suggestion with some flimsy excuse. But how could I explain why I lived in the richest neighborhood in the country? The truth was, my father’s wealth wasn’t something I liked to flaunt or was around to flaunt because of the whole ‘spy thing’. He was never around, but I respected him because he always took care of us financially. We weren’t spoiled, but our basic necessities were always met. I let the guilt wash over me, trying to push it away as I poured hot water over the tea leaves, the rich aroma filling my small but elegant kitchen. I was looking forward to curling up on the couch, switching on the television, and losing myself in something mindless for the evening. The quiet solitude was my haven. Here, I didn’t have to pretend or keep up appearances. I could just be… Isabelle Brown, the ordinary assistant who worked long hours an
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Chapter 4

Isabella Roosevelt As he reached for the handle, he looked back at me one last time, his eyes cold and devoid of any warmth. “And, Isabelle…” His voice was low, chilling. “Don’t think about running. I’ll find you.” Panic surged through me, and before I could stop myself, I screamed, “Wait!” Lucas paused, his hand still on the door, his expression inscrutable as he turned back to face me. My legs felt like they were going to give out from under me, but I forced myself to stay upright, to confront the reality of my situation. “Please,” I begged, my voice breaking as the tears spilled over once more. “I’m not scared of prison—I’m scared of my father. If he finds out I got caught… he’ll never forgive me. He’ll disown me. He will kill me.” Lucas’s gaze remained steady, unyielding. I could see the wheels turning in his mind, calculating, assessing the worth of my words. I knew I had to convince him, had to make him understand that my fear wasn’t of the cold, hard walls of a prison, bu
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Chapter 5

Isabella RooseveltI paced around my apartment nervously, the walls closing in on me as my thoughts spiraled. What was I supposed to do now? My mind raced with the possible outcomes, each more terrifying than the last. I knew my father would kill me—not literally, but his wrath would be enough to make me wish he had. Somehow, despite all of this, my brothers would end up with all the property and inheritance, while I would be left with the weight of the family’s reputation on my shoulders. Life was so unfair.I wanted to call my mother, to hear her soothing voice and maybe get some advice, but I wasn’t brave enough. I was too scared of what she might say—or worse, what she might not say. The thought of her disappointment was enough to freeze the phone in my hand. I wasn’t exaggerating when I said I was scared of my family, especially my father. He ruled with an iron fist, and even the thought of his reaction to this disaster made my blood run cold.I glanced at the clock—7:00 AM. Th
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Chapter 6

Isabella Roosevelt“I understand,” I said quietly, my voice steady despite the turmoil roiling inside me. The words felt like they were coming from someone else, as if I were watching myself from a distance, detached from the reality of the situation. “I’ll sign the prenup.”Lucas’s expression didn’t change, not even a flicker of emotion on his carefully guarded face, though I thought I saw a faint flicker of something in his eyes—perhaps satisfaction, or maybe just a recognition of my compliance with his demands. He had expected me to resist, to fight back, but my submission seemed to surprise him in some small way. “Good,” he said, his voice flat and businesslike. “We’ll finalize the arrangements by the end of the week.”But beneath that polished exterior, beneath that impenetrable mask he wore so well, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to Lucas than he let on. More than the cold, calculating Harrington heir, the one who had earned a reputation for being ruthless in busin
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Chapter 7

Isabella RooseveltI arrived at the Harrington manor at precisely 6 p.m., the air around me thick with anticipation. The sprawling mansion loomed before me, every bit as intimidating as the man I was about to face. As I stepped inside, I found Lucas waiting for me in the living room. He stood by the fireplace, hands casually in his pockets, his presence commanding the space effortlessly. His eyes met mine, and I instinctively sucked in a harsh breath. No words were exchanged, but the air crackled with unspoken tension.Without breaking eye contact, Lucas stepped toward me, his movements slow and deliberate. He placed a hand on the small of my back, the contact searing against my skin, even through the fabric of my dress. The touch sent a jolt through me, and I stiffened, not from fear but from the sudden awareness of his proximity. The warmth of his palm lingered far longer than it should have as he guided me upstairs toward his room, his grip firm and possessive.I could smell his d
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Chapter 8

Isabella RooseveltMy eyes drifted to Lucas, searching for some form of reaction, and I caught sight of the satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.He rolled his eyes, as if my father’s collapse was nothing more than an inconvenience—‘theatrics,’ he seemed to think. The callousness in his expression sent a chill down my spine, but at the same time, something deep inside me stirred. Lucas’s complete lack of sympathy, his ease at brushing off such a dramatic moment, unsettled me. But it also cemented the truth I had always suspected—he was as ruthless as he was calculated."Isn’t this convenient?" Lucas whispered low in my ear, his tone dripping with amusement, the warmth of his breath sending an unwelcome shiver down my back. He didn’t seem the least bit concerned, and as the room erupted into chaos around us, his hand remained firmly at my waist, keeping me tethered to him. His grip was tight, possessive, as if I was already his and the rest of the world had simply yet to
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