All Chapters of MY ENEMY'S DAUGHTER: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ALLESSANDRO'S POVWe move together like one being. No words pass between us, just small signals: a hand raised, a heel tap, the flash of a light. At the gate, I taste cold iron and remember every funeral and the promises that brought me here. Men take their positions beside me, their faces set with determination. Tonight is straightforward: enter, find, take her back.The drawbridge creaks like old men complaining. Beyond it, the house looms in the dark, a shell of stone and shutters, its windows like blind eyes. One lamp flickers in the main hall, a foolish, defiant thing. That’s where they kept their theater: one light, one audience, one ransom. I move as I always do when blood is involved—methodical, hungry, and afraid. Luciano’s name lingers in my mind like a smoldering coal. My instruction was clear: burn his men out, allow no rest. Orlando thrives on the stage, and theater depends on misdirection.“Teams,” I whisper. “West sweep now. South exits covered. Engines ready on the eas

ALLESSANDRO’S POV CONT’D She stared into my eyes as though trying to see through me. “But you killed and destroyed.” “I know,” I whisper. “And I’d burn myself a thousand times if it meant undoing it.” “But things like that can’t be undone.” “It can’t but i want to build again with what i have left.” Her eyes soften, just a bit. “And what’s left?” I take a step toward her, close enough to feel her breath. “You.” For a moment, she doesn’t move. Then she looks away, shaking her head. “You can’t fix what’s broken between us.” “I am willing to try.” Taking her hand in mine, it trembles but she doesn’t let go. “Orlando is still out there. Planning his next move and i know for a fact that he won’t give up until he gets you.” “Then we face him,” she says. “Together.” The words surprise me—not because of their strength, but because she believes them. I let out a quiet laugh that sounds more like exhaustion. “You really have no idea what you’re saying.” “Then

AVELINA’S POV The drive to Rome is silent. Not the kind of silence you feel during a road trip, but the dangerous kind. Every kilometer we cross it feels like we are walking into a trap, and that trap is leading me to a truth i am not ready to uncover.’ The safe house is covered with trees and fog as it fades behind us. Sitting in the passenger’s seat as Allessandro drives. He drives like a man who has made peace with worse situations. Emilio follows behind us in another vehicle, headlights keeping a steady watch. My father’s words still rings in my head: Find the truth… even if it’s the last thing you do. Rome welcomes us as the light of the city came into view. The streets flickers awake as the glow illuminated the early morning sky. “We need to lay low,” Allessandro says without glancing in my direction. “Your aunt knows this city well. So does my cousin.” “We won’t stay in the open,” Alessandro says without looking at me. “Lucia knows this city too well. So doe

AVELINA’S POV The sunset spills over Rome like it’s a warning. The orange-colored sky shifts to bruised purple as though the city itself is bracing for the dangers ahead, a night filled with betrayals, harsh truths and traps set by our enemies. Allessandro stands by the window as he watches the streets below, restless since the voice note was sent. I notice his shoulders were tense beneath his shirt. Each breath he took felt like a countdown to destruction. I feel it too. And tonight, something will change. Someone will break. Someone will fall. Someone will reveal their true self. I pin my gaze on him, observing his every move as I hold my hair up in a bun. His focus is still on the streets of Rome as he doesn’t look in my direction. Not because he doesn’t want to, but because if he does, he might tell me not to go at all. He walks towards me and places a gun on the table. “This is what you’ll take,” he says, his voice low. “I’ll be beside you. Never behind

AVELINA’S POV The sun shines bright through the windows, landing on my face. It feels like mockery and nothing like the storm within me. Allessandro hasn’t slept the whole night. I noticed him standing by the window. Immediately I opened my eyes, wearing the same shirt as yesterday, with whiskey in one hand, my father’s ring in the other and the same tension as yesterday. A ring he shouldn’t possess. My breath catches. “Where did you get that?” He doesn’t answer right away. He just turns the ring over in his fingers, the old Morretti crest shining in the sunlight. “You were clutching it last night,” he finally says. “It fell from your hold.” My stomach twists painfully. *************************************************** Today is the day. The day Lucia wants me alone. That day, I went back to the Morretti estate—the home I hadn’t entered since my father’s funeral. The home that became a grave. I tie my hair back with trembling fingers. “Alessandro,” I say