All Chapters of Enemies in Disguise : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I tossed and turned, the sheets tangling around my legs. My head still felt heavy, good thing the dull ringing from earlier finally faded to a manageable throb. I blinked hard against the haze, squinting before forcing my eyes open.I heard some clicking of utensils from outside; an unmistakable sound of someone invading my spotless kitchen. Followed by Daisy’s soft babbles and the handler’s low responses. The handler, no doubt, poked around my polished ceramics with his unwashed hands again. I pushed myself up against the headboard, leaving my blanket on the bed.When I got out of my room, the lights in the kitchen were on, a little too bright for my half-awake eyes. The handler looked up when he noticed me. “You’re just in time. I just finished preparing Daisy’s formula.”I crossed my arms, watching his every move. “You didn’t touch the nipple with your bare hands, did you?”“Even the germs are scared of the ruthless mafia.” He smirked. “Relax, I made sure I followed your sacred zer

As darkness descended quickly, the coldness of the night air crept in, settling deeply in the bones, accompanied by a silence that seemed almost physical. The clouds above hugged the moon, blocking its luminous glow and leaving the streets below to rely on the street lights. My eyes flicked from alley to alley, observing cautiously for that confident bastard who keeps watching me ever since I reached the main road. I kept circling around the city, waiting for whoever he or they would be doing. But still, nothing. At first, I pretended not to notice. Stopped to tie my shoe. Checked my phone. Yet, all that person did was follow me, keeping a safe distance like a shadow that knew when to blend in the darkness. “Come on, show yourself,” I impatiently groaned as I stopped in a vacant road surrounded by trees. “I’ve got better things to do than play tag in the dark.” The words came out lazy, almost like a yawn. But it did the trick. The figure froze for a moment, then slowly backed awa

Mara guided me to their big boss to gather the information that I wanted. That meant I had to deal with her nagging about the battles I did. Fortunately, the music was blasting louder than her voice. We walked past a bunch of fighters and spectators who were busy chatting and bragging about their recent missions. The neon lights and cheers from the ring slowly faded behind us as we went deeper inside the Den.“The boss is in the last VIP room.” Mara broke our silence, eyes forward. Her tone was flat, but her pace quickened when we reached the corridor of the VIP rooms.I followed silently, scanning the corridor lined with tinted glass rooms where men drank, had fun with waitresses, gambled, and made deals similarly to a black market. I have never seen this “boss” they call ever. People say he rarely shows himself and only meets those who have earned it. The kind of people who prove they can handle everything he knows.When we reached the end, two guards blocked the entrance. They wer

People define strength by the number of wins you have in every fight. Maybe it does. I hold my title as deadliest and strongest mafia because of my zero loss record. But this time, it hit me. I’m only strong for myself, not for others. No matter how many I take down, I simply can’t protect everyone. I clenched my jaw and gritted my teeth. My mind wanted me to move, but the others kept closing in. I helplessly looked at Mara. She struggled, as the stun gun slipped from her hand and clattered to the ground. The guy was about to blow her a punch but then… something caught my eye.A flash of wine red and silver cut through the green fog..The attacker’s body dropped before I even saw that steel move.I froze. I knew that precision. That dagger.“Isabella?”She stepped out of the shadows, flipping her dagger like she always does. “You’re welcome,” she said coolly.But that doesn’t stop the fight. We still have a number of people to take down. “Stay down,” Isabella commanded Mara, not eve

We were still on the road when suddenly, a storm hit. A deep rumble rolled across the sky like a growl from something angry.I tightened my grip on the wheel, focusing harder on the road. The wipers struggled to keep up from the downpour. The fog didn't help either. “Of all the nights,” I muttered.Beside me, Isabella looked like she was studying the weather. Her gaze was fixed outside the window, tracing every flash of lightning as it reflected her green eyes and red hair.“Should we pull over?” I calmly asked.The sky showed no sign of giving up. Thunder growled in the distance, deep and menacing, echoing through the thick dark clouds. The rain was heavy, pounding against the windshield and blurring the view of the road ahead.“Keep driving. We’re almost past the worst roads.” She ordered firmly. So I obliged. I wanted to trust her, really. But the wind howled louder, and the trees swayed like it was made of paper.A thick thunder erupted from the sky causing my eyes to lose sight