All Chapters of Loving My Enemy's Brother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Clara James POVThe deadliest enemy isn’t the one standing in front of you…It’s the one who sits at your breakfast table and smiles at you.It didn’t take me long to realize the truth: my father’s marriage didn’t give me a new mother… it gave me an enemy.I’m Clara James. I moved to this upscale neighborhood just a week ago. The house is huge and luxurious. I live here with my father and his venomous wife. My mother died six years ago in a car accident. My parents divorced when I was ten because of my father’s mistress, who also happened to be his personal secretary.My life was calm and beautiful before the witch Emilia Cole stepped in and destroyed everything. Mom and I had gone on a trip when our car collided with another, and that’s how I lost her. Since then, I’ve been living with my father.I have a brother nine years older than me, but he stayed in Sweden because he opposed my father’s marriage. My dad works in real estate and owns several big companies. I was excited for my f

Clara POVI couldn’t believe what Emilia Cole just said… the man who brought me home was her brother.I approached him and hugged him warmly, but he didn’t return it. He just stared straight ahead, cold and distant.The witch smiled happily. "When did you get here, Adrian?"I looked at my dad. His expression was calm… I think he knew him.I released my dad from the hug. He went to greet this Adrian."My pleasure, Adrian," my dad said with a smile as he shook his hand.Then he looked at me and asked, "Did you two come together?"I didn’t answer. I was still trying to process that this handsome man was the brother of that wretched woman.Adrian replied coldly, "I went out to take care of something, but she ran into me, crying, asking for help."My dad glanced at me while the witch raised her lip in disgust.I muttered hesitantly, "I got lost… and couldn’t find anyone… so I asked him for help."My dad knelt down in front of me. "Sweetheart… your foot is bleeding."I looked at it. "Don’t

Clara James POVI looked at him in shock. One hand, covered in tattoos, was in his pocket, the other running through his hair.He spoke coldly, standing in front of me. "Your father asked me to bring this."I glanced at the tray on my lap and frowned. "I don’t want this."I looked at the pasta plate with a scowl, then shifted my gaze to Adrian Cole sitting on the chair."What are you doing here?" I stammered, still scared after what he almost did when he tried to kiss me."My dad told me to stay until you finished.""You can leave."I lowered my eyes to my plate and started eating. He ignored me, focusing on his phone instead. The plate was still full—I always ate slowly.Curiosity broke the silence. "Mister Adrian, can I ask you something?"He paused scrolling and looked at me. His dark eyes were deadly."Speak," he said sharply, then lowered his gaze to his phone."Are you Emilia’s real brother? I didn’t know she had a brother."A sly smile curved his lips. "Yes."He said only that,

Clara James POVI walked a little away from my house and saw some workers carrying things from a car into the house next door. I ignored it and kept walking. A girl’s voice stopped me. I turned my head and saw her wearing my school uniform, her hair bright orange, her eyes green like the trees.She said excitedly, standing next to me, "Hi, are you going to Yonsei School?"I forced a smile, "Yes."She hesitated, "Can I come with you? I just moved here and I don’t know the way."I smiled, "Sure, you can."We walked together."My name is Natalie," she said, extending her hand eagerly.I smiled back, "I’m Clara James. Nice to meet you, Natalie."We entered the school. She kept talking, so social, so unlike me.She asked curiously, "Do you have a brother? But he’s in Sweden.""Yes," I said enthusiastically.She frowned lightly, "Lucky you. You have a brother who cares about you. I wish I had one.""No worries, I’ll be your sister," I said.We laughed together, full of energy. I jumped when

Clara James POVA strange, intense feeling.Adrian Cole stood in place, but I felt his hand lifting my skirt.I opened my eyes wide and looked at him, scared. "Mr. Cole, please stop…"He looked at me coldly, raising his left eyebrow. He nodded toward the wound in the middle of my thigh. I didn’t dare touch myself. What he did yesterday made me afraid of everything."There’s a wound on your thigh."Between gasps, I whispered, "You could have just told me."He said coldly, lifting my skirt, "And would you have let me? I can disinfect it."I said nervously, "Don’t touch me!"But he went on with his work. I said impatiently, "Mr. Cole, didn’t you hear me?"He ordered sharply, his gaze fierce, making my heart pound. "Shut your mouth."The wound was close to my inner thigh. When his hand touched me, my body trembled from the cold touch of his fingers.A moan escaped my lips as he applied the disinfectant. Adrian looked at me; his eyes darkened. Then he lowered his gaze to my thigh. Sitting