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I could feel the heat creeping up my cheeks, betraying the steady composure I was fighting to keep. A low, satisfied chuckle escaped him, the sound curling through the air between us. “Well,” he murmured, his voice as smooth as silk, “back then, I used to think, ‘This girl is so damn annoying, but at least she’s hardworking.’” His fingers pressed into my waist, the pressure firm, sending a hot shiver down my spine. “Now? Now you’re more than just my archenemy—you’re the woman who stole millions from me. No one’s ever dared make a fool of me, Isabella. You can understand, can’t you, where my… anger lies?”

Bowen commented mockingly. “That may be true, but if I wanted a partnership with Romanov, I could easily get it, since he has interests in me, if you know what I mean,” she said provocatively. “I know exactly what kind of woman you are,” he muttered, unable to contain the anger in his gestures. As they entered, Lavínia was quickly recognized by some shareholders who were surprised to see her next to Bowen, as they were aware of their rivalry. Most of them had even become her partners in exchange for not associating with or benefiting Bowen in any way.

Then he got back in the car, and they drove off. After they left, Mark turned to me, his face twisted in anger. “This is your fault,” he spat. “Nothing good has happened since you got here. One day, I’ll skin you alive.” Before I could react, he busted my shoulder hard. Then he stormed off. I got used to this already, but the problem was Nathaniel. “How can Nathaniel be your mate?” my wolf Lucy asked. “The enemy becomes a mate?” I sighed. “Even if he knows I’m his mate, he’ll never admit it. He’ll reject me.”The taste of rejection was not new to me. Duncan flashed through my mind. It doesn't hurt anymore.

"Do you need me to get you something? Beef jerky perhaps." I shake my head almost immediately. Seeing beef jerky is only going to spur more tears from my eyes. "Goodnight, Rachel." "Sleep tight, Amy." When I enter my room, memories of the first time we kissed on my bed hit me like a freight train. I'm going to regret this in the morning. My eyes move to the large package on the bed and my feet can't move fast enough because immediately I'm tearing the envelope apart. It's a large framed photograph. And laying on it is a small book. Gently removing the book from the frame, I drop it on the bed and carry the frame to rest against the wall so I can examine it.

I hissed angrily, advancing in his direction, hating that he kept me hanging when I thought I would get all the answers tonight. “I already did,” he said, controlling his voice. “This will be the last night we’ll see each other, Brielle.” “What?” I murmured, confused at him. I blinked at him, thinking about what I had done wrong. “Why?” It was stupid of me to ask, but I had to know. “I can’t fall in love with an enemy,” he said, staring at me intently. “Let’s just say we belong to different Orders which weren’t exactly in order.”

he murmured, his voice tightly controlled. I didn't hesitate. I rested the tips of my fingers lightly on the cold black steel of his forearm, allowing the touch purely because ocassion demanded it. The moment our bodies aligned, the faint silver mark on my neck surged, pulsing with a sudden, hot wave of electricity that begged for connection, but I locked my core tight using nothing but my willpower, refusing to feed the bond a single drop of warmth. Beside me, I felt Dominic's entire frame go rigid, his teeth gritting together so hard I heard the click of his jaw as he felt the sheer, impenetrable ice I had forcefully built between us.

Her taste was still on my tongue. "What do you say, Alpha?" I pulled out myself from my thoughts and stared at his Beta, Kelvin. "It looks natural but it does seem. Wild animals stay out of our territory as they can sense the danger." I told them. I had a lot of enemies. Thanks to my f****** father. His death didn't merely bring me the title of the Alpha but a bucket full of enemies. "We couldn't smell or get anything suspicious," Max said. There is where you are allowing your enemies to dig your grave, and rule your people. He doesn't need to know my thoughts.

My life’s mission—to destroy the Paxton brothers and make their lives a living hell. Haven’t I planned enough? I dragged myself back to my bedroom and locked the door behind me. Then I slid to the floor, my back against the door, silent tears streaming down my cheeks. Brant Paxton is my enemy. Brant Paxton is my enemy. He is my fucking enemy. I repeated it in my heart like a vow. A desperate vow I needed to believe. But beneath it, there was a silent plea… trying to believe again. Why do I want Brant Paxton to look at me like I’m the only woman in his world?

By saying that he left. He reached home and entered in his room , where Krisha was already sleeping peacefully on bed . A smile came on Abeer's face when he saw her pretty face. He was lucky to have her as his wife. He chuckled when he recall that how they used to fight with eachother . They used to be childhood enemies and now he is in love with her childhood enemy. Preview:- We are just following the rules?