All Chapters of Deadly Enimity : A love forged in Hate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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

OLEG POVAfter the scalding spray of the shower stripped the last traces of the past hour from my skin, I slipped on a black singlet and loose black sweats over my steam-clinging body. I didn’t bother with my damp, unruly hair, letting it fall in a wild, careless mess.I moved through a few unfinished affairs that needed to be dealt with, while the other part of me drifted toward the thin curtain separating my room from Elvis’s, straining for the faintest sound from the other side.Eventually, when half the necessary affairs had been resolved, I shoved the rest aside, relenting and letting my internal battle take charge.Drawn by some unseen force, my gaze fell hard on the heavy curtain before finally stepping out of my room. The guards followed, stopping short, leaving me to dominate the space at the entrance of his room.I found him partially dressed, his back to me. I leaned a shoulder against the doorframe, arms folded across my chest, quietly surveying him. He sensed me, “a flick

OLEG POVI slid into my usual place at the head of the table and watched Elvis stroll in with that sluggish, half-alive gait that grated on my tolerance even before we came into the dining room. He didn’t so much as glance at the seats near me, “not the second, not the third, not the fourth.”No, he crossed the entire length of the table and went straight for the chair at the far end, planting himself as far from me as he could get.My jaw ticked. I jabbed at the seat beside me. “Get over here.”He pivoted without protest and settled stiffly into the seat beside me, eyes glued on the plates before us, stubbornly refusing to meet mine as they normally did.I tipped my chin at one of my men.“Before or after we eat, we’ll be receiving a visitor. They’ll come in search of our alleged ‘guest’. I cut a glance at Elvis, still sitting exactly as before—"claiming to be detectives searching for what isn’t lost. If they show up with a warrant—which I’m sure they will—let them in. But you tell m