Lahat ng Kabanata ng Owned By my father's Enemy : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Ronan's residence sat high above the city, a structure built from wealth, silence and control. The night clung to the glass walls like a shadow, while the interior glowed faintly under warm recessed lighting that did nothing to soften the coldness of the space.The living room stretched wide with polished black marble floors that reflected every light like water. A crystal chandelier hung above like frozen fire, scattering fragmented light across the room. The furniture was expensive but uninviting, dark leather sofas, steel framed tables, abstract paintings that spoke more of power than emotion. There were no family photos anywhere. No warmth. No life. Only precision. Only dominance.Ronan stood near the glass wall that overlooked the city skyline. A glass of whiskey rested loosely in his hand while his other hand remained tucked inside his pocket. His expression was unreadable, carved from something colder than anger.Behind him stood a man, the investigator, shifting uncomfortably

Mrs whitmore couldn't sleep, but it wasn't because she cared about Adaline. No, Adaline was the least of her concerns, and if anything, the girl being taken away was exactly what she wanted, a problem removed, a stain erased, a constant reminder of a past she wished had never existed finally gone from her sight.Twenty four hours had passed, yet Ronan's cold voice still echoed in her mind, replaying over and over again like a quiet threat that refused to fade, each word sharp, deliberate, final, with no hesitation, no softness, no mercy, only a command that could not be undone. Still, beneath her carefully controlled exterior, fear lingered, coiling deep in her chest, refusing to let her breathe properly as thoughts she didn't want forced their way in, what if he changed his mind, what if instead of taking Adaline he decided to make them all suffer, what if this was only the beginning.That fear had kept her awake the entire night, her mind restless, her body tense, and even as the f

CHAPTER FIVEThe first light of dawn slipped through the thick curtains, pale and timid, as if afraid to wake the house. Adaline stirred reluctantly, a shiver running through her despite the warmth of the bed. She had slept well, too well, almost dangerously well. It had been years since she'd lain in a bed this soft, a bed that didn't squeak or force her to curl up in corners for safety. And now, the thought that she might have overslept made her stomach twist with unease.Yesterday's instructions replayed in her mind like a warning: Mrs. Margareta had walked her through the mansion with calm authority, showing her what she could touch, where she could go, and, most importantly, what she must never touch or enter. Every gesture, every step had been carefully measured."Obedience keeps you safe," the older woman had said.Adaline had nodded, committing it all to memory, though her hands still trembled slightly as she recalled it.She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, feeling th

Adaline made the coffee with trembling hands. Every movement was carefully measured. She followed the steps exactly as Mrs. Margareta had taught her, afraid that even the smallest mistake would cost her more than she could bear. When she was done, she steadied her breathing, lifted the tray, and returned to the study.Ronan didn't look at her as she approached.She placed the cup gently on his desk and stepped back, head bowed.He took a sip.Adaline's breath caught.He tasted it slowly, expression unreadable. For a moment, she thought he might speak, might criticize, might punish. But he said nothing. He only set the cup down and glanced at her briefly, his eyes sharp and assessing."You'll stay," he said flatly. "Stand there. Keep me company."Her heart sank, but she nodded immediately. "Yes, sir."The hours dragged on.She stood beside the desk as he worked, silent and still. When he pushed files toward her, she helped sort them. When his cup emptied, she refilled it without being

CHAPTER NINEAdaline ran. Tears blurred her vision as she fled down the corridor, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure the walls could hear it. She didn't dare look back. All she wanted was the safety of the small room that had already begun to feel like her only refuge.She didn't notice Camilla at first. Camilla noticed her.She stood at the edge of the hallway, watching as Adaline rushed past, eyes red, hands clutching her dress as though it were the only thing holding her together. A slow, satisfied smile curved Camilla's lips.So he dealt with her, she thought. Good.Turning on her heel, Camilla headed back toward the study, already planning how she would make it up to Ronan now that the nuisance had been put in her place.Adaline reached her room and shut the door behind her, locking it with trembling fingers.The moment it closed, she broke. She slid down to the floor, sobs ripping out of her chest as she buried her face in her hands. Her whole body shook as the memory rep