All Chapters of Living with the Enemy.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Elena.Tears rolled down my eyes on hearing the detailed story that Camila had just told to me and no, it was not just about the fact that it was a teary story, it was more of the fact that it had all been done by no one else other than my father, my pack. I could not control the tears that rolled down my eyes as i felt guilt wash over me over the fact that i had taken solace under a pack that my original pack had done so much damage to.It was just too much for me to take. I did not deserve any of the kindness and goodness that this pack have shown me in the past month, I do not deserve to have them treat me so well after being deceived by me.No one deserves that. Not Mr. Deangelo, not the pack as a whole and definitely not the kids who I have even started to bond with, not knowing that I belonged to the enemy’s pack, the same pack that had taken their mother, sister and grandmother from them.Seeing that I was probably crying way too much than expected, Camila was surprised, “Is ev

Sofia. I watched as Diego shivered so badly while his headache just went worse, and the fact that all of these just happened in a twinkle of an eye is so shocking. After he had gone up to his room while throwing tantrums saying that he wanted Elena back, we did not see him come back down and the alpha had instructed during lunch that we should not go and beg him if he decides to go on yet another hunger strike again because he doe not want him to think he can simply get away with anything by just embarking on a hunger strike. But then, when we had no choice but to check on him for early dinner, we were shocked to find him with his temperature so high and his body shivering like he was thrown in a pool of ice. The alpha looked so concerned and worried about his well being so even though I did not give two fucks about these kids at all, I decided to stay for the night and take care of him. But not without me having my own personal vendetta and which is to be closer to Deangelo of cour

Elena.After leaving the Ferrari’s estate, even though I literally had nowhere to go, but with the money that was with me, I decided to look for the cheapest hotel I could find but it was futile so after walking around all though the day, seeing that the night was falling so fast, I had to settle for a first motel that I sighted.The motel was an old building that had somehow managed to elbow its way between a converted warehouse and a block of apartments. The hotel had just five bedrooms, stacked on top of one another like a house of cards, each one with a view of the canal. The flower market was a short walk away and even at night the air smelled sweet.Dressed in a long black dress with a facemask and scarf wrapped around my head, while carrying a little bag of clothes and some food, I walked into the building.The motel lobby had the same odour as an old folks home. The floor carpet was a decade too old and with an old fashioned pattern of large flowers interrupted by worn and thr

Funny Videos on Youtube.Elena.I was literally dragged away from the midst of the homeless people by Mr. Deangelo and I had been too shocked to resist, but as soon as we were at his car, I got to my senses and snatched my hand away from his.Refusing to follow him back home, I started to walk away with guilt, totally convinced that I was doing the right thing because he does not deserve to be close to the enemy’s child like that but then I immediately halted when he yelled.“Diego is sick! Mia keeps throwing tantrums, the kids want you, they miss you. And remember that you have absolutely no right to quit like that. Or have I given you any reason to think you could simply get up and defy me? Are you forgetting whom it is that you are dealing with right now?” He threatened but even without his threats, hearing that Diego was sick because of me and that Mia even wants me back was enough to get me into his ar without as much as grumbling.After hugging and laughing with the pack for alm

Elena.I took another look at the sexy, white cocktail dress lying on the bed, and I immediately began stripping. The thin spaghetti straps did almost nothing to hold up my breasts, but it fit perfectly, molding to my body, and it made my skin look darker than it actually was. Camila sure had awesome taste, and it was probably a good thing that she’d gotten me the dress, after all. I had not even cared about the party to bother with what to wear tonight.Dashing into the bathroom, I rinsed my calves and feet of the sand I’d picked up on my walk with Diego, and I quickly brushed out my long, red hair and applied a little lip gloss. I scurried back into the bedroom, grabbed the tan strappy heels she’d left by the dress, and ran back into the hallway and down the stairs. “You look absolutely ravishing, girl.” Camila had said as she gave me a once over.I take in her own appearance too, she was in a yellow dress that just beautifully compliments her skin so well. The dress covered her sh