All Chapters of MY ENEMY'S DAUGHTER: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

AVELINA'S POVThe house is supposed to be safe, that is why it's called a safe house. But why does the walls feel like they are trying to suffocate me? Allessandro had assured me that everything is going well, but why do i feel like it's all a big lie? Now in Allessandro's room, i wrap his blanket around my frame as i pace around the dim room unable to settle down. I feel something tugging at me. Like a pull of some sort. There is a pressure on my spine telling me there is something i need to see. It feels insane, but at the same time… inevitable.I stop pacing and open the room door, now stepping into the corridor, my fingers brushing around the wall. I notice someone staring at me from the shadows. His hairline catches my eye but before i could tell who it was he left causing a shiver to run down my spine.I shouldn't be out here. Allessandro had stepped out and had instructed me to stay in his room, but here i am searching for what i am not supposed to find. I shouldn't do this but

AVELINA'S POVRome has always been two sided. There is a side loved by tourist and the other houses people that struggle to survive. It is a city built on a lot of things. Blood, secrets, lies and half truths, most importantly by ruins. It values loyalty like money and treats betrayal as an art. Men like my father walked with quiet dignity while the monsters hid in daylight wearing suits. But tonight i know not where i belong.mAllessandro drives us through the empty street, leaving behind the hunted safe house. This makes me remember something, Rome isn’t just ancient. It’s hungry. And it remembers every sin buried beneath its stones. Gripping my seatbelt as the car turns sharply, i look out the window. Two SUVs follows behind. Emilio in one and re-enforcement in the other. All this was caused by the stranger who slipped in, leaving a rose on the kitchen island.Someone who knows how to move in the dark better than Alessandro’s men. My fingers trace the ring on my hand—my father’s ri

ALLESSANDRO'S POVAvelina fell asleep after midnight with my arms wrapped around her. After our evening of wild fantancies. Gosh i have never wanted any woman like i want her. Her skin against mine. When her lips met mine, i felt an electric pull. It's almost morning and watching her sleep has been the highlight of my night. She sleeps with her cheek against my chest, her fingers curled around the fabric of my shirt like she’s afraid to let go, even in her dreams. I am afraid to move so i won't wake her up.Her breath brushes my skin, slow and warm. She looks nothing like the girl I found hours ago, standing over the cliff with eyes wild with fear. She looks safe in my arms. Without thinking, i raised my hands to brush the strands of hair covering her face, a tiny frown creases her brow at the motion, and my chest tightens painfully. She looks exhausted, and i want to protect her from all her worries.Avelina shifts, letting out a small sound. Immediately, my anger vanishes, replaced

ALLESSANDRO'S POVMy phone vibrates twice, glancing at it i notice messages from Emilio. Before i could respond his call came through. He knows better than to disturb me unless it's something he can't handle. Avelina lays in my arm, her head on my chest, her figure, fragile and warm. I ignore the calls but the vibration continues. A low growl escapes me as I reach for the phone on the nightstand, careful not to disturb her.“Talk,” I reply quietly.There was no patience and no time for plastantries. Emilio’s voice sounds tight and strained, which feels wrong.“Boss, you need to come downstairs. Now.”The muscles in my body tensed up.“What happened?”There’s a pause. A breath. Then he says, “Just come. And come armed.”A cold, lethal calm settles in me. Avelina senses it right away. Her eyes open slowly, still hazy with sleep, then narrow as she looks at my face.“Alessandro?” she whispers, touching my chest. “What’s wrong?”I force my tone to sound calm even though adrenaline flames

Allessandro looks at me like time has frozen as he holds my hand while pulling into a driveway.“We’re almost there,” he finally murmurs.“Where?”A small smile appears on his face, like he knows something I don’t.“To a place,” he says, “you once told your father you wanted to see.”My breath catches.“My father told you that?”“No.” His eyes soften. “You told me. You forgot.”I swallow hard.“So I’m taking you.”The road curves, revealing a quiet seaside cliff with the bluest water I’ve ever seen. It looks hidden, untouched, and ancient. It seems like something from another world. My throat tightens as I gaze at it.“You remembered,” I whisper.“I remember everything,” he says as he parks the car. “Especially the things that make you light up like this.”He leans in, his lips brushing my ear.“Happy birthday, Avelina.”Alessandro parks the car at the end of the driveway and steps out without a word. He walks around to my side, opens my door, and offers his hand. When I place mine in