Claimed By My Husband's Enemy Novelas e Histórias

After the meeting with Greg Knox, who was the supposed Trevor Holt , Tracy Hall could not bring herself any sort of peace of comfort . From the moment she got back home from the previous night, she had been worried to the very core of it. Marry me. The very words of Greg came alive again in her head. It has always returned over and over again since she had heard him. ” Son of a bitch . ” She muttered to herself while still fiddling with her duvet.

THE FIRST CRACK HAS APPEARED. Richard smiled. His daughter had chosen the Blackwoods. But Richard had spent years controlling her life. And he was about to make sure Alexander believed one thing. Arabella had never stopped being the enemy.

Isa boldly listed. "So what is it going to be?" Isa demanded, folding her hands, because as it is, you are disturbing my marriage," she added. "You are threatening me, really showing your personality now, tell me Mr. King, do you really want a vicious woman like her?" Sophie asked, directing the question to Xavier. "Does it mean you are going with option 2?" Isa calmly asked. "Yes, because I want to show your new husband or soon to be, the kind of trouble he is getting into," Sophie boldly answered.

The review of me continued. “Not much of a social life, although your friends are very protective of you and speak highly of you. Your late husband’s cousin is particularly fond of you. Anything between you two I should know about?” My lips parted in disbelief. Oh, he did not. My skin flared with deep irritation and anger boiling in my chest. My chest was probably ugly blotchy red right about now. “Excuse me?” I snapped, undignified. “Rick is my children’s uncle and my best friend’s husband.” You… you… asshole.

The person's voice was plain and I didn't think much. "Yes, why?" The other link went silent for a moment before the caller spoke again. "We need you at the company right now ma'am. The young master is scary and unstoppable." My eyes furrowed. "My husband?" Oh my! Now what's happening?

The chandelier light suddenly felt colder. Sienna looked up at her husband, a man she’d married to save a company, a man she was no longer entirely sure she understood as simply an enemy, and felt, for the first time, real fear about what they might be uncovering together.

"He used to come into my room at night when I was young and sit on the end of my bed and tell me stories about the pack's history. For hours sometimes. My mother used to come in and tell him to let me sleep, and he'd say five more minutes and then talk for another hour." Rain smiled at the window. "He sounds wonderful," she said softly. "He was," Damien said. Simply. Like that was the whole of it. "How old were you? When Marcus—" "Eighteen," he said. "I'd just started at the company. My first week." He paused. "Marcus had been moving against us for months — taking territory, intercepting shipments, pressuring our allies. My father wanted to negotiate. He believed—" Another pause. Longer. Hea

For a brief moment, he looked human just a man carrying too many battles. Something tugged at me then, unwanted and dangerous. Pity. “We’ll get her back,” he said, his tone hardening again. “But you’ll stay here.” “What? No.” “This isn’t up for debate.” I slammed my hands on the desk. “She’s my friend, Warren. She’s the only family I have left.” “And if you walk into Callen’s trap, you’ll be dead before you see her.” He stood, the full force of his authority radiating from him, but I didn’t back down.

My account had been blocked, reported, and locked out in one coordinated sweep, so I could not even log in to defend myself. The whole thing ruined my mood, so I turned the car around and went back home. I had been a stay-at-home wife for the past year. I had originally planned to keep my identity a secret and start an internship at my husband’s company today, but I never expected something like this to happen. My husband, Eugene Gibson, was overseas negotiating a major deal. I didn’t want to bother him. I was also worried this might be some kind of setup by a competitor trying to force him back home.

Still, she represented the enemy, and my thoughts got twisted and kinked in a nasty knot that left me unsure what to believe or think. "Where do your allegiances lie?" I demanded. She was my wife now. She belonged to me. But I wondered, nonetheless. I'd never shaken all of my suspicions about her. She came from the enemy, and she had to have something lurking back there in her mind or heart about her family. "With you, Zakh. My husband. Haven't I made that clear by killing Akim when he wanted to end your life?" "Did you marry me to be a spy? Was that why you wanted to marry me?"