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I heard Dante laugh and a deadly possessive growl worked its way up to my chest but I checked it in time and let my legs take me towards the direction of the laughing voices. A tide of jealousy surged in my chest when I saw Dante pinned by another handsome Beta wolf on a motorcycle and the two of them fraternizing with each other. He was MY MATE. Grrrrr. “C’mon, Dante,” the other dude, Chester laughed as he pressed himself further against the writhing wolf under him so that the latter did not escape. I could feel my stomach tangle in enough knots to make a twisted pretzel as jealousy was starting to graduate into hate for the unknown, charming stranger.

Enzo , smiled and replied to Finn, "guy I feel you right , those girls need to be fucked, like fuck them mercilessly, let them be unable to Walk the next morning." Alex rolled his eyes. "You all still Dey reason girls ? What's the obsession? He asked. "Because we are normal" Enzo offered. Alex snorted. " girls are distractions, full of wahala, noise makers with lipstick, I'm not doing that loving thing, never, not even gonna near, let alone thrusting into their fucking Pussy." "Guy, u Dey fear heartbreak" Finn teased

Luca promised, brushing a soft kiss on her forehead. Their closeness grew deeper as Luca gently pulled her closer, feeling their emotions entwine in a dance of longing and hope. “No matter what comes next, Elena. No matter how hard it gets, I’ll stay by your side.” She looked into his eyes with a newfound warmth in her soul. “And I’ll stay by your side too, Luca.” Their lips met in a long, tender kiss, filled with emotion and the need to find peace in each other’s arms. That night, amid the city’s shadows, two people found themselves and each other, ready to face the storms that lay ahead.

Deadly Enmity. The same book I’d been reading when Oleg had invaded my room. When he’d threatened— Wait. My gaze dropped to the series number. Two. Not one. Two!!!

Chapter 20 (Xander's POV) The fight started over breakfast. Which was perhaps the most ordinary thing that had happened since Sophia Laurent moved into my penthouse. It began with a photograph. Rachel Voss had published a piece in the Manhattan Chronicle that morning, not the romance coverage we'd been managing carefully, but something sharper. A corporate analysis framed around the merger timeline, the Phoenix Holdings threat and what she called "the convenient timing of a sudden love story between two lifelong enemies." Careful, pointed and professionally constructed.

"A dark truce then. Allies in depravity. We destroy everyone else together and keep this secret between us. No more public sabotage. Only private hate fucking when we need to release the tension." Lena smiled stroking my hair. "Smart. The VP race just got far more interesting. You two will either rule the company or burn it down together." Thomas turned off the cameras. "This retreat was a success after all." As we lay there catching our breath I realized the truth. Eli and I were no longer just rivals. We were twisted allies now forever linked by this night of raw surr ender and the videos that could destroy us both. I looked at him, “Let's fuck again.”

I could feel the two of them—the broken star and the vengeful critic circling each other in the dark. The tension between them was palpable, a physical charge that hummed through the penthouse. I’d planned for proximity. I’d planned for a certain level of… shared trauma to bond them. It made the story better. The Enemy to friends arc was a bestseller for a reason. But Anya was starting to look at him with something more dangerous than professional curiosity. And he was looking at her like she was the only thing keeping him from drifting into the abyss. If they united against me, it would be messy. Not impossible to handle, but messy.

Something that looked almost like hope. At one point, Chloe reached across the table. Touched Eliza's hand. Eliza didn't pull away. That was the moment I knew something had fundamentally shifted. Eliza hated Chloe. Had every reason to hate her. Chloe had slept with her husband, destroyed her marriage, been complicit in crimes that should have put her away for years. The last time they'd been in a room together, Eliza had walked out without a word. Now they were holding hands in a coffee shop.