Lahat ng Kabanata ng Living with the Enemy.: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Elena.I sat in silence for a few more minutes, sipping on the water, trying to calm myself down. After a while, I decided to take Luca's advice and take the children home to rest. I stood up from my chair, grabbed my purse, and walked over to Mia and Diego, who were sleeping on the couch in the corner of the room.I gently shook them awake, and they looked up at me with tired eyes. "Let's go home and rest," I said softly, and they nodded their heads in agreement. We made our way out of the waiting room, and I couldn't help but look back at the doors leading to the operating room, hoping for some good news soon.Diego's sobs were the only sounds that echoed in the house as everyone else slept. His cries tugged at my heartstrings as I tried to soothe him. I carried him around the room, rocking him in my arms with his head on my shoulder while trying to shush him. He felt so heavy, but I didn't mind; he was just a child, and he needed someone to comfort him. After what felt like hours,

Deangelo. I felt a piercing pain in my head as my eyes struggled to open. It was so intense that I couldn't move or speak. I tried to recall what happened, but everything was hazy. I felt helpless and afraid, strapped to a bed with wires and tubes sticking out of my body. The pain was so overwhelming that I thought it was going to be the end of me. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. I wanted to ask for help, but I couldn't remember anything or anyone. I felt lost and confused, like I was floating in a dark void. Slowly, the pain started to subside, and I began to see flashes of memories. I remembered my family, my pack, and my wife, then another unfamiliar face. The memories were blurry, but they brought a sense of comfort and familiarity. As I opened my eyes, I saw a room filled with machines and monitors beeping and flashing. The room was sterile, and the walls were painted in a dull white color. I tried to move my arms, but they were restrained by straps. I felt a cold swe

Sofia. I had just arrived home after spending the whole day at the hospital with Deangelo, feeling completely exhausted. As soon as I walked into my room, one of the maids handed me a package that had just arrived for me. I took it from her without really thinking anything of it and set it on my bed, my mind still preoccupied with thoughts of Deangelo. I sat down on my bed and opened the package, curious to see what it could be and as soon as I tore open the box, an awful smell hit my nostrils. But as soon as I saw what was inside, I let out a blood-curdling scream and tossed the package away from me. It was a dead rat, lying lifeless and stiff inside the package. I was horrified and felt a shiver run down my spine. Who would do such a thing? And why send it to me? While I tried to calm myself down, I heard the sound of footsteps running up to my room. The other staff members had heard my scream and were coming to check on me. I quickly threw the package under my bed, not wanting a

Deangelo.In the depths of my unconscious mind, vivid dreams unfolded, carrying me to a realm of enchantment and mystery. Within these dreams, there was a woman, a presence that stirred my soul in a way I have never experienced before and the funny thing was the fact that she was not even my late wife, but her significance to me was very much undeniable, a unique connection that resonated with every fiber of my being.As I delved into the realm of dreams, I could feel her love enveloping me, caressing my heart with tender affection. Her touch, so gentle and comforting, reassured me that I was not alone. Yet, frustratingly, her face remained obscured, as if a veil had been cast over my vision, denying me the pleasure of seeing her true identity.In our dream world, we embarked on various adventures together. One moment, we were strolling hand in hand through the bustling city streets, vibrant with life and energy. The next, we found ourselves nestled in a cozy theater, immersed in the

Sofia. I finally mustered up my courage and headed towards the designated meeting spot to meet with the Amato park as agreed. However, as I arrived, I was taken aback to find Salvatore waiting for me instead of Bruno. A mix of anxiety and curiosity swirled within me as I approached him cautiously. What could Salvatore want from me? I wondered Salvatore's presence alone was enough to send shivers down my spine. His reputation precedes him, and I have heard enough whispers about his violent tendencies to make me fear being in his presence. Yet, here I was, standing before him, trying to maintain a composed facade despite the churning emotions inside me. His piercing eyes locked onto mine as I approach, and I could sense a dangerous intensity emanating from him. It felt as if he could see right through me, penetrating into the depths of my secrets and desires. I instinctively took a step back, but something compelled me to stay, to face him head-on. "Salvatore," I uttered, my voice tr