All Chapters of Deadly Enimity : A love forged in Hate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ELVIS POVAfter dropping the message like a stray grenade, Losif gave a curt bow“Thank you for letting me serve you again, boss,” he declared, loud and emotionless, as if he hadn’t just dropped a ghost in my lap. Amused, I watched him disappear in the same direction Pavel had gone.Now back in my room, the door locked behind me with a deliberate click, I stood still for a beat, maybe longer, feeling the note burn in my pocket like it had teeth. At last, I pulled out the note Leo had sent, unfolded it, and read:"So this is my punishment? For dragging you to one goddamn party? If I’d known that was such a crime, I wouldn’t have bothered trying. Honestly, if I hadn’t run into your brother, Losif, I’d have figured you were just something I imagined, might’ve been easier that way.""I couldn’t help the dry chuckle that escaped.”“Blockhead,” I muttered under my breath, a crooked smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. Just like Leo, always digging where he shouldn’t. But right now… that

ELVIS POVFlashback: Seven Years BeforeMy knees hit the damp earth with a quiet thud, the cold seeping through my pants. Sharp twigs scratched at my sleeves like claws, snagging my fabric and skin. I nearly winced, but I couldn’t afford to make a sound. Thankfully, the forest wasn’t silent. It breathed and shifted, cloaking me in its wild rhythm, birds muttering to each other above, a stream whispering in the distance, leaves rustling like secrets in the wind.My chest rose and fell, not from exhaustion but from the pressure of my thoughts:"Your first clean shot defines who you are."My father's words before the hunt still stuck in my head, refusing to let go." As I steadied the rifle in my grip. not a real gun, but one rigged to fire arrows. It looked lethal enough. They’d handed it to us just before the game began. My father was watching. They were all watching, but not through cameras or drones. Somewhere, our trackers were lighting up on a screen, every movement logged and analyz

ELVIS POV I glanced at my watch more times than I could count. Thirty minutes into the hunt, and almost everyone had already bagged something , all ahead of me now. Everyone... except Oleg. I still had nothing. Not a single catch. Just me, a walking disaster. My hands shook, and my legs felt like I was dragging chains. Every breath came shallow and ragged, like I’d swallowed ice. I was sweating so much my fabric stuck to me, ridiculous, considering the forest breeze was cold enough to make my teeth chatter.And Oleg? I had no idea what game he was playing. After watching him cleanly take down that coyote with no wasted motion, he should’ve been leading the pack. So why wasn’t he?The sounds of the forest, chirping birds, rustling leaves, wind whispering through branches had turned from clues into torture. It was like the whole wilderness was laughing at me.I wiped the sweat off my brow and muttered a curse under my breath. Every little noise sparked hope, only to reveal empty bush

ELVIS POVHe spoke like he wasn’t human. And maybe that wasn’t far from the truth. The way Oleg acted... detached, like a psychopath pretending to be a boy.Normally, it was outright disrespectful for them to speak to us like that, especially here, in the Bratva's lair. Given our bloodline, they should’ve been kissing the ground we walked on. But most of them were assholes, especially when it came to young heirs, crawling all over this place like snakes. That’s how the game worked: break you down, size you up to test your place, see if you’d flinch. All bark, though. They wouldn’t dare cross the line, not with the rules in place. Not unless they had a death wish.Very few of them had even tried with me, but honestly, I was more afraid of my father than any of those snakes. There was one thing my father hated above all—weakness. And I still had it. I probably would’ve broken if they had kept coming at me.Oleg was new,” fresh blood”, clueless about the politics. I'm sure that’s exactly

ELVIS POVAlmost like they'd been there long before those three days, or am I wrong?”I coughed, suddenly aware of how exposed I felt under the doctor’s survey. “Uhm… what are you getting at?”I looked over to my mum.She was watching me too closely, lips pressed together, and her expression strained. The faint glimmer in her eyes "hinted at the tears she was struggling to hold back," and I wondered how much fear she’d swallowed or let spill while I lay unconscious in that bed, tormented by nightmares that refused to end.I was fidgeting with my fingers now.Dr. Roman’s eyes shifted down to my hands, then back up. “An answer to the question,” he responded evenly. extending a hand toward mine.I pulled away before he could reach me, setting both hands flat at my sides. He hesitated for a beat, then resumed jotting something down“I just don’t see how some nightmares are worth writing a shitty report over when I got hit in the head,” I snapped, my voice harder than I intended."Ivan!" m