Semua Bab Living with the Enemy.: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Mia. The moment I entered Andrew's living room, the first thing that stroke me was the grand nature of the space. The ceiling was high and adorned with intricate crown molding, giving the room a sense of grandeur. The walls were painted a pale blue color, with large windows allowing plenty of natural light to flood the room. It was dotted with potted plants, adding a touch of nature and life to the otherwise sophisticated space. The curtains were made of a sheer white fabric, billowing gently in the breeze coming from the open windows. These are details that I was unable to very much notice the last time I came, due to his mother of course. While Andrew and I sat on the couch in the living room, I couldn't help but keep noticing how excited he was about my dad. He had been talking nonstop about how cool he was and how much he admired him. I couldn't blame him though, my dad was pretty amazing. He was a cool and handsome man according to the societal standards and also a huge footbal

Elena.I felt a mix of relief and apprehension when Camilla confronted me about my “illness”. I was relieved that I did not have to keep up the charade any longer, but I was also worried about what Camilla would think if I told her the truth.“I know you’re not really sick,” Camilla said, her eyes piercing into mine. “What’s really going on, Elena?”I bit my lip, trying to come up with an excuse, but I know that Camilla won’t buy it. She had always been able to read me like a book. “I can’t tell you,” I finally admitted. “It’s just… personal.”Camila nodded, a look of understanding on her face. “I get it. But you can’t stay cooped up in your room forever. One of my friends is having a party tonight and you’re coming with us.”I opened my mouth to protest, but Camila cut me off.“Trust me, you need this. You need to let loose and have some fun.”I sighed, knowing that she was right. I could not keep moping around in my room, waiting for Deangelo to come and talk to me. It was time to m

Sofia. I tiptoed through the sprawling halls of the grand Ferrari mansion, my heart pounding in my chest. The risk I was taking weighed heavily on my mind. The Amato pack had me in their grasp, threatening to send me back to the asylum if I didn't provide them with valuable information about Deangelo's plans. I had a mere week to come up with substantial details, and the pressure was suffocating. I always prided myself on my intelligence and resourcefulness, but this was uncharted territory for me. The stakes were high, and failure would have dire consequences. Bruno Amato, the leader of the pack, was not a man to be underestimated. I had heard tales of his merciless nature and how he dealt with those who crossed him. I had no intention of becoming another cautionary tale. My mind was in a constant state of turmoil as I scoured every nook and cranny for anything that could be useful to the Amato pack. Drawers and cabinets were rifled through, my hands frantically searching for any d

Deangelo. I picked Elena up at my door, looking dashing as much as I could in a crisp white shirt and a pair of perfectly fitted jeans. I felt a flutter in my chest at the sight of her, but I quickly suppressed it. I could not afford to get too invested in this. I always remind myself that this was just a game we're playing, one that might be over soon and I could not afford to loose myself in it, not again. I still had my guard up as much as I could let it, so while Elena was thinking that I was giving her a silent treatment because of our last outing, I was actually trying so hard to keep to myself, I was trying so hard not to run into her arms at the slightest discomfort. I was feeling like this was getting too deep, like I was getting way out of control more than I should let myself be, I was getting very distracted. Heck, I had even said that I would like to let the pack know about us as soon as we got together, I am so whipped and it scares the hell out of me, I started to fee

Elena. I woke up to the sound of Mrs. Cali bustling around in the kitchen, her cheerful energy filling the air. The enticing smell of something delicious reached my nostrils, tempting me out of bed. I stretched my limbs and relished in the warmth of the cozy blankets that cocooned me. After getting dressed in a comfy sweater and jeans, I made my way to the kitchen, where Mrs. Cali greeted me with a warm smile and handed me an apron. We joined forces to tackle the task of packing the kids' lunches. I skillfully sliced the vegetables and fruits, while Mrs. Cali assembled sandwiches and snacks. Our hands worked in harmony as we chatted and giggled, a true bond forming between us. I couldn't help but feel grateful for this newfound friendship. As we put the finishing touches on the lunches, a mischievous glimmer danced in Mrs. Cali's eyes. "Let's play a little prank on Mia," she suggested, her voice laced with playful excitement. Intrigued, I raised an eyebrow and asked, "What do you ha