All Chapters of A Prey For My Enemy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

48 Chapters

Blood on the Tablecloth

Last Updated : 2026-04-15

Stepbrother Kidnapped

-Tatiana-I slapped my hands against the cool window and watched the house shrink behind us. Every light in the dining room still blazed. No one left to turn them off. No one left to do anything.“Why them and not me?” I asked again. “I promise you I am of no use to you alive.” Why do I have to beg to be killed. I don't want to be sold as a sex slave, Lord please. “You forgot my mother has a twin. If you’re wiping out the whole family tree, step-brother, you should probably finish the job. Or did you already handle her too?”My aunt was actually dead, I only wish to get a reaction that wasn't a cold stare and I was failing woefully. His head turned a towards me. Those pale gray eyes met mine for a beat. Then he looked forward again. The car accelerated onto the highway, and the mansion vanished completely.The fork I’d been holding at dinner had left little red dents in my palm. I pressed my thumb into them until fresh pain flared. At least that still worked.I just felt scooped o

Last Updated : 2026-05-13

Prison Transfer

-Tatiana-The car finally rolled to a stop. Gravel popped under the tires, and my stomach twisted because it sounded too much like something breaking. I pressed back into the seat anyway, like that would change anything. Julian’s name hit me like a lifeline. My secret boyfriend who's also my family's lawyer. The one person who actually listened when I talked. He had connections. He would tear this whole nightmare apart the second he found out what my stepbrother had done. I just needed to get to a phone.Except my pockets were empty. I’d left it in my room like always. Mother’s no-phones-at-dinner rule had a perfect timing.“Shit.”The door opened. Kain's hand closed around my wrist again, no give at all. He pulled me out without a word. I stumbled on the wide stone steps, but he kept me upright. The mansion in front of us was, all dark glass and cold stone. I guess he gets well payed for killing politician's families. My voice echoed too loud when I spoke inside the hallway“A

Last Updated : 2026-05-13

Hostage Meal

-TATIANA- Tatiana was destroying the bedroom. Drawers hung open, clothes scattered across the floor like she was searching for something that might magically appear if she just kept tearing through everything. The broken lamp base she tried to cave my skull in with earlier skidded across the hardwood when she kicked it. She was breathing hard, hair sticking to her neck, eyes scanning every corner.There was nothing she could use on me or on herself. I had Dmitri make sure of it.Her parents, Viktor and Yeva deserved what they got. Every single one of them at that table did. Viktor took me in after my father vanished, played the hero, then destroyed everything that mattered. He killed Sonya. He killed our baby before she even had a chance. I still heard that phone call sometimes, Sonya’s happy tears slipping through the line when she shared the news that she was carrying my child. Three months gone. I felt nothing when I pulled the trigger on the rest of them at the table. Excep

Last Updated : 2026-04-15

Broken Hairpin

-TATIANA-I waited until his footsteps faded down the hall before I dropped to my knees and swept my hands across the carpet. The broken hairpin was right where I’d flung it in that stupid burst of rage. My fingers closed around the jagged piece of metal. Cold. Useless. Still, I jammed the sharp end into the lock and twisted.Left. Right. Harder.The pin snapped with a soft click. I stared at the broken half in my palm and let out a short defeat laugh that tasted like defeat.A cage princess like me did not know how to unlock a door with an hairpinI never thought I ever need to and I don't think my parents did either.“Perfect,” I muttered. “Next brilliant idea: maybe I’ll seduce the hinges.”I kicked the bedpost. Pain flared up my toe, I kicked it again just to feel something I could actually control.Then the lock turned from the outside.My stomach lurched. I scrambled back and pressed myself against the wall, the broken pin clenched so tight in my fist that it bit into my skin.K

Last Updated : 2026-04-15

Worth Killing For

-Tatiana-“I know she died a long time ago and our father married her sister right after. You disappeared and turned into… this.” I lifted my pinned wrists between us. “Whatever this is. Tell me, is that why you killed them? Because if it is, you’ve got less character than I thought. Twelve years is a long time to hold a grudge like that.”“Stop talking.”I pushed against his grip. “Or is that the problem? You planned the murders down to the second, but you didn’t plan what to do with me afterward, did you?”He released me so fast I stumbled back. My shoulder clipped the wall. I’d hit a nerve. Maybe Mr ice will finally melt.“You want to know what I planned?” Kain stepped back, bent, and scooped up the clothes I’d scattered across the floor. He held them out like it was the most normal thing in the world. “I planned to kill you too. But then I thought… such a pretty face would go to waste. Also your father hid something before he died. Something people have killed and will be killed f

Last Updated : 2026-04-15

Godfather Alerts

-Kain-The alerts started rolling in hours earlier, one after another, like they were trying to ruin the quiet I’d carved out for myself. I read them in the security room with my coffee going cold on the desk, thumb scrolling without any real hurry. Massacre at the Morozov estate. Mayor Viktor and his family, gone. Professional hit. Solakov calling for blood. The usual performance of grief in the right places, promises of justice. A senior detective was already assigned to the case. I stared at the photo of Solakov at the podium until the screen dimmed. He looked like the man the city expected him to be. Tatiana wasn’t mentioned as a victim. They had her listed as missing, a possible witness, possible secondary target. I almost laughed at that last part. She was two floors above me right now, asleep in the east wing, breathing steady on the camera feed I’d checked more times than I cared to admit. A false perimeter alert from a fisherman on the coastal road had pulled me out of

Last Updated : 2026-04-15

Hello Dmitri

-Tatiana-I still had the broken hairpin digging into my palm when the door opened again.It was Kain. Thank God.The silence from his last visit had left my nerves raw, like I’d been holding my breath for hours. My fingers ached around the pin, but I didn’t loosen my grip. It was the only thing in this room that still felt like it belonged to me.The man who stepped inside filled the doorway without trying. Broad shoulders, short-cropped hair, the kind of stillness that came from years of someone yelling at you to stand like that. Ex-military, definitely. He carried a new lamp in his hand.The bulb flickered, then settled into a warm glow that actually made the room feel human again. The old lamp still lay on the floor where I’d dropped it after swinging it at Kain’s head however many days ago that was. Time had gone soft and useless in here.He didn’t say a word. Just bent down, picked up the broken lamp, and straightened like the whole thing was routine.I cleared my throat. “Got a

Last Updated : 2026-05-13

Cornfield Run

— Tatiana — I should say, in my defense, that I had a plan. It wasn't a good plan. I can acknowledge that now, on the other side of it. But a plan it was. I'd watched the guard rotation for four days with the methodical attention of someone who has read every Le Carré novel twice. I knew the east-side gap. I knew the timing. I knew there was a tree line approximately three hundred meters from the wall and that beyond the tree line was something resembling civilization because I'd seen lights in that direction at night. What I hadn't accounted for was him. I made it to the tree line. I want that on the record. Three hundred meters in the dark, in borrowed boots that were half a size too large, with the kind of focused silence I hadn't known I was capable of. I reached the trees. I kept going. The moon was enough. My heart was doing something that was technically illegal in most jurisdictions, but my legs were working and that was the important thing. I was almost to the road. I he

Last Updated : 2026-04-15

The First Reading

— Tatiana — Day six. I had discovered three things about captivity: it was boring, it was boring, and it was additionally boring. I'd read everything in the library I wanted to read, and several things I didn't, and I'd reorganized all the shelves into a system that actually made sense. Author, then chronology, not some bizarre hybrid of genre and size that suggested the previous arrangement had been done by someone moving quickly in the dark and I'd written a fourteen-point complaint letter about my situation that I addressed to no one and hid under the window seat cushion. The silence was the worst part. I have never been good at silence. My mother used to say I narrated my own existence. She said it affectionately. At eight in the evening I picked up the first book I hadn't read yet. It was slim, no dust jacket, Russian title I didn't immediately recognize. I opened it. I read the first page. Then the second. I started reading aloud. I wasn’t even entirely conscious of it, at

Last Updated : 2026-04-16

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