How Does 'Don'T Give The Enemy A Seat At Your Table' End?

After being used and discarded by Leon, the man who destroyed his youth, Jade rebuilt himself under the watchful hand of a mafia leader who owns his freedom. But when his past lover reappears through a corporate contract, and one simple hookup that should have meant nothing, turned out to have been with that same man’s brother, Jade must decide just how much the past no longer matters to him, or whether he has been given a hand with which to get full closure on the same man who put him through hell. Will he fall a second time, or will he use the hand of another to get revenge and hurt another innocent in his wake?

One night. No names. No lights. No mercy. Elias Hawthorne walked into that room seeking a distraction, a way to escape the crushing weight of his own expectations. He walked out undone in ways he still cannot name. The man who claimed him in the shadows was skilled, relentless, and completely anonymous. Until the blindfold came off. Damien Blackwood. His father's most hated rival. The very man whose corporate empire Elias had helped dismantle only hours before. Now, they are forced into the same high-stakes boardrooms, the same private jet cabins, and the same impossible orbit. Elias knows he should walk away, yet he cannot stop returning to the dark. Every single time, he tells himself it will be the last. But it never is. Damien isn't just shattering Elias's control behind closed doors; he is methodically dismantling everything Elias was engineered to be—his loyalty, his silence, and his perfectly calculated life. And the most terrifying part? Elias is letting him. Two rival empires. One explosive secret. What begins as a volatile game of mutual destruction slowly transforms into the only thing left worth saving.

A young psychologist, Maria Reyes, fresh out of college, decides to take her first freelance case to build her résumé. Feeling bold and free on her graduation night, she let herself loose after getting charmed by an alluring mysterious man. One drink leads to another and another, and she finds herself drowning in passion in his bed. She reads him like a map and falls for his scars before she even asks for his name. But the morning brings the brutal truth, Darian Wolfe is her father's enemy, a ruthless businessman, an heir to the empire sworn to destroy her father's legacy. She vanishes before he wakes, unable to face what has been done. Weeks later after being able to set up her new office, the past begins to blur until her first patient walks through the door. It's him, Darian Wolfe. Her expression freezes when she sees him. He walks around her office uninvited. He takes a seat without a word. The silence between them is thick with everything unsaid. And then, he looks unblinking in her eyes. "I have a lot to... unpack, Dr Reyes," he says, with a dark smile. "Let's start with a woman I met two weeks ago at a bar," he says, pulling out a red panty from his pocket.

Two weeks before the wedding, I took my parents to dinner at my fiance Derek Matthews's family home in Larkhaven, Franklin. The evening was supposed to be the last planning meeting between both sets of parents, where we would finalize the ceremony and the honor-table seating. I hadn't expected Derek's childhood friend, Paige Bennett, to be there too. Mrs. Matthews suggested a little dinner-table game. Everyone would draw a numbered envelope. Whoever drew the highest number could ask one small favor of whoever drew the lowest. I drew the lowest number. Derek drew the highest. Everyone urged him to make his request. Paige smiled as though she were only joking. "Derek, let me choose for you. "At the wedding, my parents should sit at the honor table." I thought Derek would at least say that a game was a game and wedding arrangements were not prizes to be claimed. Instead, he merely frowned at me. "It's only two seats. "Paige's parents have always been close to our family. "I won the draw, and the rules say you owe me one request. "Don't embarrass everyone over this." I set down my fork, picked up my phone, and posted a message in our family-and-friends group chat. "There has been a change to the wedding seating. My parents will no longer be at the honor table." Derek visibly relaxed. Paige smiled at me through shining eyes. "Thank you, Hannah. I knew you would be generous." I didn't look at her. I simply continued typing. "Because my parents will not be attending this wedding. "Neither will I."

In a world where allies can become adversaries in a heartbeat, one woman discovers that the person she's been hunting is the only one who can save her. Dynasty thought she knew her enemy. For three years, she's tracked the elusive operative known only as "Victor"—the mastermind behind a series of devastating attacks that cost her everything. But when a conspiracy far more sinister emerges from the shadows, Dynasty finds herself in an impossible position: trust the man she's sworn to destroy, or watch the world burn. He's brilliant. Dangerous. And he knows her better than anyone alive. As the line between enemy and ally blurs, Dynasty must confront a terrifying truth: sometimes the perfect enemy is the only perfect partner. But in a game where betrayal is currency and trust is fatal, can she risk everything on the one person who has every reason to want her dead? A pulse-pounding thriller of cat-and-mouse tension, unexpected alliances, and the razor's edge between hatred and something far more dangerous. Don’t miss out on the captivating read that is "The Perfect Enemy." You won’t regret diving into this thrilling tale!

The day my father slid that contract across the table, I should have walked away. I didn't. Instead, I signed my name next to his: Damien Blackwood. The most feared man in the city. Cold. Ruthless. The kind of man who buys companies for sport and destroys lives before breakfast. I told myself it was survival. That I was signing to save my mother and protect what was left of my family. But Damien Blackwood didn't choose me by accident. He chose me because he knew exactly who I was. Because he had been watching me for three years. Because the secret buried between our families goes deeper and darker than anything I was prepared to find. He says this is a partnership. He says we both want the same thing, to burn our fathers' empires to the ground. He says this is strictly business. But the man who shows up at my mother's hospital without being asked, the man who tucks my hair back in a dark car park and calls at midnight just to hear my voice, the man who kept a seven year old photograph and a handwritten note that says she is the one. That man isn't doing business. And neither am I. We started as enemies. We signed a contract. We were supposed to use each other and walk away. But somewhere between the revenge and the secrets, we forgot to stay on opposite sides. It was never just business. It was never going to be.