All Chapters of Seducing my Father's Enemy : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Clara's POV I was busy solving a case when suddenly the doors to my study burst open. I knew it was my brother, Kaen, and I was about to throw the paperweight at him when his words reached me. "The Mafia King is dead." My hand froze midair as my eyes went wide in shock. For a moment, I thought and prayed I heard wrong. "What? What did you just say?" My voice was barely above a whisper as I slowly set the pen down. Kaen breathed heavily as he walked inside, his face pale and sweat dripping down his forehead. He picked up the remote from the table and turned on the TV. The TV screen flickered with red alerts and breaking news, but everything inside me went dead silent. 'Julian Kovacs found dead in his estate' “One single bullet just made seven years of gathering intel, tracing money trails, and building a case to dismantle a mafia empire from the roots up worthless!” Kaen's words snapped me out of my haze. My fists clenched tight as all I saw was red. Seven years ago, my f

Silence.A deep, dead silence spread between us after he ordered every single person to leave the meeting room. I flinched internally when I heard the loud click of the door lock, leaving the two of us completely alone.I wanted exactly this. Right?Then why was my stupid heart racing so fast? Why were my breaths suddenly so shallow and hot?For a good two minutes, he remained unmoved in his spot, but his eyes slid down my body, slowly and dangerously, taking in every inch, assessing the changes. My eyes too were on his face, which had not, too, become as hard as a stone. I could see a deep wound running across his left eyebrow, which looked old but not too old for me to be familiar with. Seven years had made him broader, colder, and terrifyingly handsome.Just like me, everything about him had changed. On the outside. Slowly and deliberately, he pushed his chair back and stood up. He took small, calculated steps toward me while I stayed rooted in my place. No words were spoken

My head collided with the cantrail when I was thrown into the front seat like a sack of garbage. Before I could even adjust my dress or sit up properly, the driver's door slammed shut, and the Rolls-Royce roared to life. Dante slammed his foot on the accelerator and the car shot forward with such violent speed that my head snapped back against the leather seat.I held my breath along with my tongue. I wasn't ready to die tonight. Right now, he looked like an incarnation of the devil himself. His jaw was clenched so tight that the scar over his left eyebrow looked almost bone-white under the dashboard lights. His dark eyes were pitch black and fixed entirely on the winding, empty road ahead.Suddenly, he twisted the volume knob of the car's sound system to its fullest, and heavy, aggressive rock music blasted through the speakers. It was so painfully loud that the entire frame of the car began to vibrate, and I was afraid I might become deaf. But it wasn't the first time I had seen

I woke up to the harsh sunlight disturbing my sleep. I yawned and stretched my body, expecting my husband to be sleeping beside me, but all I felt was coldness. Slowly, I opened my eyes to find the other side of my bed empty. My gaze flicked to the clock. 8:00 AMAfter he left, I drifted into a deep sleep. I wasn't sure if he even returned last night. Maybe he was hanging upside down like a bat, plotting his next move against me; who knows? I yawned again and kicked off the sheets from my body. I was definitely not here only to sleep. "Fuck"A low groan passed my lips as soon as I sat up, reminding me of last night's little artistic session with my husband. My hands tried to reach out where it stung, but I couldn't. Arrogant bastard.I glanced down at myself and realised that I was still wearing that ruined, half-unzipped black velvet dress from last night, which was torn in places. And now I have nothing to wear.Thanks to Mr. Husband. Sigh. Suddenly my eyes caught the sight

Papers scattered everywhere, pens rolling onto the floor as the wood groaned under my weight.He leaned over me with his broad and heavy frame, pinning me to the hard wood. His dark eyes burned with dangerous desire. His chest heaved against mine as his grip on my throat kept me locked in place. "What do you think you were doing, huh?" He pressed his thumb on the nerve of my throat, leaving me gasping for air. "How dare you walk into my study without my permission and touch me like a whore under my own table?""Why?" With his palm wrapped around my throat like a snake, the words came out just as a whisper: "Did you lose your self-control? Mr. Hus..." Before I could complete myself, he flipped me on my stomach in one brutal flip and dragged my hips to the very edge of the table. My hands flew to hold the edge as my head went disoriented for a moment. He rolled the T-shirt up to my hips and kicked my legs wide apart. When I tried to reach back, he held both of my wrists in one of h