All Chapters of Deadly Enimity : A love forged in Hate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 57

ELVIS POVMy thoughts kept returning to his words about my family, "how deep the trouble ran, and how much of it was my fault." I never got the chance to pry the full truth from Luca back at Madam Sveta’s restaurant, or even afterwards. She’d revealed fragments that were not enough to see the full picture. And now… it was too late for answersThe guard sprang up, barking curses. A spike of nervousness shot through me. In my state, I wasn’t sure I could take a man like him, especially with the lingering ache in my stomach reminding me that punching that bastard might not have been my brightest move. His shadow closed in before his fist came flying toward my face. Only, we both underestimated me. My palm lashed out, deflecting the blow, and before his shock registered, I kicked his knee, jamming it sideways. His snarl cracked into a strangled shout.It felt almost too easy. I thought he was the one calling the shots, but his clumsy rage proved otherwise. It seems to me he was just anoth

OLEG POV“You seem to be in a good mood,” my father remarked, a smile tugging at his lips, though the taut curve betrayed the storm he struggled to hide. He folded himself into a random chair at the boardroom table, as though it were a throne. The armored walls of the conference room, which he had insisted we discuss in, sealed us off from the world. I left the window where I had been watching the city sprawl below and crossed the room. The porcelain floor announced my every step before I lowered myself into the seat opposite him.“Are we playing a game of guessing each other’s mood now? I jested.”My father visited any of my companies almost never, and when he did, it was only because the calendar demanded it. His presence here now could mean only one thing. The air in the building already carried the answer, louder than any gossip that had stirred during my absence.He didn’t respond. The silence between us swelled, dragging the seconds until it felt like we’d been staring each othe

OLEG POVThe quantum-locked entryway hissed open, its sensors registering my biometric code. My men offered a brisk, unison nod before resuming their stance. Too consumed by my own storm to look at the one who fell into step, I jerked my chin at his wing, signaling him to check in.He fumbled. “Boss, some of the men reported that—” He faltered mid-sentence as he read the hard line of my face and swallowed whatever came next.Picking up the thread, he pressed on. “Apologies, Boss. Elvis Andreyev remains in his room, and there’s been no trouble from him. The chef’s also finalized preparations for tonight’s event, and everything’s in order.” His voice dropped. “Except… he’s refused all meals since last night.”I paused mid-step. "Reason?""I can’t say, sir. He was always unmoving in the bed whenever we brought his food."I stared down the corridor, jaw working as I processed this information. After a beat, I resumed walking. "Some of the men reported?" I prod, forcing him back on the thr