All Chapters of MY ENEMY'S DAUGHTER: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

AVELINA’S POVMorning comes soon.The house still smells of dust. I sit up on my bed as the morning sun shines into my room from the window. Sometimes at night I hear the footsteps of someone pacing and other nights i hear nothing.I take my father's ring from the nightstand and slip it onto my finger. The only reminders of him. I miss my father and the home that didn't feel like a trap. Now i have no idea who to trust. Not Allessandro who promised to protect me or Emilio, his right-hand man.I pop into the bathroom to freshen up and head downstairs.I hear faint murmurs coming from the room nearby. I should keep walking, but something in the tone makes me pause.“…she doesn’t know what he did,” a man says. “If she finds out, it’s over.”“She won’t,” another voice replies. “He’ll never tell her the old man sold him out.”My pulse pounds in her ears. Sold him out? My father? I step away before they can see me, my mind spinning. I had always believed my father was loyal to the family —

Avelina’s POVThe storm is over, but the house still smells of gun powder and fear. I sit by Allessandro’s side watching him as he tosses on the bed. His breathing going against him as he tries to sleep. The bandage on his shoulder is mixed with blood, showing evidence he has been shot. My eyes are fixed on the spot as it reminds me of when he stepped in, taking the bullet that actually met for me. He took a bullet for me. This is the second time.The thought of him being my savor plays over and over again in my head.Without thinking, i reach out, placing my hand on his head. He stirs in his sleep but doesn’t wake up. He feels warm, maybe coming down with a fever or from the gunshot wound.“Why would you risk your life for me, Allessandro? You are supposed to hate me for my father’s wrong deeds,” I whisper under my breath.He doesn’t say a word. But i noticed a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. My chest tightens hoping he didn’t hear me. I quickly take my hands back as

AVELINA’S POVIt’s been hours and Allessandro is yet to return.The house is not the same as the guards start to whisper. Their hands dancing on their weapons.I stare out my window. Holding tight to the letter i had gotten from Allessandro’s office when i sneaked in during the attack. It has by name boldly written on it by Orlando.AVELINAYour father made a deal with the devil.And now the devil wants his due.Come find me, and I’ll tell you the truth he died to hide.— O.R.Attached to the letter was a photo of my father, shaking hands with Enzo. Allessandro beside them, younger but recognizable.A part of me believes Allessandro is not coming back, but the other part seems to think better. I walk downstairs, notice Emilio, pacing back and forth, pale from blood loss but yet refusing to rest, with his phone in hand checking every minute for a message from his boss.Men like Allessandro never walk into battles expecting to return.I’ve paced the living room a hundred times, staring