Все главы In love with the Enemy: Глава 1 - Глава 10

Sylvia's pov. "Fuck.... Sylvia," He muttered in a husky voice as I pulled my lips away from his cock and watched in satisfaction as he slurped his juice all over the bed.All I wanted was to pleasure him and make him moan. With my stepbrother's loathing for anything and everyone associated with Don Pablo, I didn't mind sacrificing everything for our love, even though it seemed so unattainable. His animosity toward Antonio's mother, Monalisa Parker, was more severe. To have the tension between our families ruin the moment was the last thing I desired. Being that this would be our first sexual experience, for a few minutes we were both confused and had no idea what to do. "I thought you made research already," He teased and I chuckled. "I guessed I only remembered how to give a blow job," I said shyly. "How about we see an erotic movie together? " I nodded voluntarily and watched him walk into the kitchen with his dangling cock. He got two empty glasses, a bottle of juice, and a

Antonio's Pov, "You cannot love a Winfold, Antonio!" my mother screamed, her face flushed with anger. "It would bring nothing but shame and dishonor upon our family." I looked at her, dumbfounded. I had never seen her so furious, and I struggled to find the words to respond. "But why, Mother?" I pleaded, my voice rising. "Why can't you accept my happiness? She makes me feel alive, she makes me feel loved." I could see the disappointment in her eyes, "I have seen the pain and destruction that the Winfolds have caused many, and I cannot in good conscience allow you to marry into that family, It would only lead to heartache and misery for you, and I cannot bear to see you suffer." She pleaded. "Mom, but Sylvia is different," I said defensively and she shook her head. "She's a winfold and has her blood flowing in her veins. She is just like her family. Cold-hearted and evil"My mom added. "That's a gross generalization, Mom, you're condemning Sylvia based on the actions of her family

Monalisa Parker's Pov. The last heist had claimed the lives of four of my men and left me heartbroken. The last thing I wanted was for Don to sweep that under the carpet without proper compensation. Even when I had wanted to break free from Don's grip for the sake of my son, He has always found a way to bring me back to the gang. I would never want my son to find out how dirty my work for Don was just to keep us alive. As I walked into Don's mansion for the urgent meeting he had called all I could think of was how I almost lost my life even when I was the best female gangster in Don's team. Was I getting too old for operation already? Perhaps I wasn't prepared for the operation or the years I had gone into hiding for the sake of my children had made me weak.The last thing I wanted was to let anyone find out how I had run for cover when the shooting by the police became intense and had abandoned my men to face them by themselves. Everyone was seated at the table waiting for Don's

Joe Bruno's POV. Martin's words kept bothering me throughout the night, making it impossible for me to fall asleep. How on earth was I not aware my wife was pregnant? I wished I could see Martina again, to live a new, tranquil life together, as she had always desired. "Daddy, It's morning already," Isabella said as she walked into my room and I smiled. She was my only consolation since she was Martina's replica. "Yes my not-so-little princess," I said and poked her nose while she laughed cheerfully as usual. I wished I could be as cheerful as my daughter was. Even when I try hard not to think about my past, I can't let go of the constant fear I keep having about my past haunting her someday. I would have chosen the better option if I had been given one. I was naive and all I wanted was a better life for myself. My mother had been continuously humiliated by my father till she passed away, leaving my two sisters and me. Malissa and Selena. Nobody knew Selena's whereabouts, a

Bruno's pov,It worried me that I couldn't get in touch with Martins after our previous disagreement. He rarely remained angry for extended periods. Martins was someone I knew who was very forgiving; maybe he was enjoying himself with his lover or maybe he had changed his attitude the years he had been apart from Choco. After dropping Isabella off at school, I was going to stop by the brothel to see how he was doing. A few moments later, I bid Isabella goodbye and headed for the brothel to give Martin my sincere apology. All he wanted was a better life for his best friend and his niece. I heard a loud gunshot from a distance as I approached the brothel, and I instantly saw a car with a black tint speed off. It wasn't alarming because it was a common sight in Choco. I felt sympathy solely for the victims, who are frequently taken too soon by egotistical means. A small crowd was gathered around a body as I got close to the brothel with people wailing, I scanned the crowd for Martin