Don T Give The Enemy A Seat At Your Table

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.

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!

Three years after graduation, I was waiting tables at a restaurant when I happened to run into some of my old classmates having a private dinner there. The moment they saw me carrying trays, they burst out laughing. My old rival Elliot sneered that I was a useless nobody, then pulled out 50 bucks and tossed it in front of me, telling me to lick his shoes clean. "Clean my shoe, and that fifty's yours!" Even my ex-girlfriend joined in to humiliate me. "I can't believe this is what you've become three years after graduation, Chase. Good thing I dumped you when I did—I'd hate to be the girlfriend of some broke loser." Elliot and a few others pinned me to the floor, forcing me to kneel and even bark like a dog. My ex clapped her hands, laughing. "Chase, you really do look like a dog when you're on your knees." Then, the restaurant manager rushed in. The moment he saw me, his face went pale with shock. "M–Mr. Levine… are you all right, sir?" Blood dripping down my forehead, I pointed at everyone in that room. "No one leaves this room tonight."

When you are attacked from all angles, and enemies are hard to see, who can you turn to? Who can you trust? When all is said and done, can love truly conquer all?

Rosa met James in a restaurant that he owned and because she was dressed in a shaggy clothing he thought she was an employee in one of his lowest restaurants. They had an argument and they resented each other after that day. James thought Rosa was a lowlife and also arrogant and Rosa thought James was just a rich jerk. They cross paths again in the most unbelievable way possible. Curious about their story? Find out in My Enemy is My Lover.