Semua Bab Deadly Enimity : A love forged in Hate: Bab 41 - Bab 50

ELVIS POVI looked at her for a long moment, then pushed off the bed and sank to her level, the question lodged in my throat.“Mum… Um…? I trailed off, too unsure of the memory to find the right words.She furrowed her brows, waiting, deciding not to make a big deal out of it.“I just… love you. A lot,” I murmured, though the lump in my throat made me feel like a liar.She cast a subtle smile. “And I’ve always loved you,” she said,My face swelled with emotion, even with the awful rumors that must’ve reached her by now, she still loved me.And I wondered, when she sees the leaked video of what I did, will that love still hold?A small part of me clung to the hope that it wouldn’t matter to her.But the bigger part, the one aching to tell her myself before the world could, wasn’t so sure.My stomach growled.“Did you just hear that earthquake?” she chimed, glancing around with exaggerated concern, as if the whole house had just shifted beneath us and the rumble hadn’t come from my stom

ELVIS POV I stood outside the hospital for what felt like hours. Might’ve been less, might’ve been more. Time distorted around my indecision. My feet were rooted to the pavement, but my mind kept turning toward the road. I wanted to leave badly, but I needed to see Nadia. The problem was, her entire day was booked at her brother’s bedside. Viktor. The one I’d—of all people…. Left clinging to life. The guilt sat thick as tar in my throat as I thought of him. I didn’t know if coming here was desperation or just plain stupidity. People passed by, tossing glances—some suspicious, others visibly unsettled. I probably looked unhinged: a twitchy figure in a hoodie and face mask, loitering near the hospital entrance. One couple lingered a little too long, that’s when paranoia started to bite down. What if someone recognized me, even like this? What if they already had? I sat on one of the rigid benches outside the hospital, but staying put felt impossible. My legs bounced restlessly, and wi

ELVIS POV “Flashback to the past" Curled into one of the plush armchairs tucked away in the farthest corner of the library, I tapped one foot against the tiled floor. The other idly nudged at the edge of my shoe. A fiction novel sat open across my lap, wedged between the stiff, unread pages of a schoolbook. I hadn’t been here in a while. The library was nearly deserted, and in my corner, I was completely alone. I’d love to blame paranoia, but no… No one in this place had a clue why reading fiction felt like crossing a line, no one but my brother… and, unfortunately, Oleg. Yeah. Oleg. Maybe that’s why I couldn’t stop scanning the room like I expected to be yanked out of my seat at any second. It was just like him to appear out of nowhere. I forced my eyes back to the book. Still, I dropped the book with a groan, letting it slide off my lap. It had been three days since the school week started, and I hadn’t seen even a glimpse of him. At first, I thought he was back to ignoring m

ELVIS POVStill not taking his eyes off me as he flicked his brunette hair back like some bored model between shoots.“You’re next,” the watcher bit out.“Under whose orders?” he shrugged and sauntered over to a nearby seat. “I forfeit.”The air stood still.“You forfeit, you lose automatically. And that comes with punishment,” the Watcher retorted, barely holding back his temperOleg didn’t even bother to look up. “Whatever makes your damsel face feel powerful.”Some boys nearby snorted, making the Watcher whip his glare toward them. Then he turned back to me. I stared again at the slash carved into his face, but my mind wasn’t on scars or laughter; it was too busy spinning, trying to figure out how I was going to survive the next round.I grimaced at Oleg, who couldn’t care less that the Watcher’s patience was wearing thin and would probably dump all that aggression on me.“Oleg Petrov has forfeited!” he bellowed mockingly to the crowd.Boos exploded.“Knew he was all talk,” someone

ELVIS POVLittle brother?!I’d guessed it, but hearing it said out loud still threw me. The likeness had always been there, “that magnetic pull that made people stop and look when either brother walked in.” Now the pieces fell into place. The man, Oleg’s brother looked familiar because he was one of the children their father had introduced me to at the burial…yet he bore an even stronger likeness to the little sister he’d carried, the one who’d wept through the funeral, maybe even sharing her hair color, along with a few of her delicate features.Oleg’s gaze still never touched me.“There’s no toy here to break, Viktor,” he said flatly, eyes locked on the man in front of him.Viktor’s white, half-tilted set of teeth aimed in my direction now, making his gray eyes gleam even brighter. “Nice to meet you, Elvis. I’m Viktor, Oleg’s elder brother.”I just stared, still thrown by how different and big he was from the last time I’d caught a glimpse of him. I couldn’t tell if it was truly him