Claimed By My Husband's Enemy Novels & Stories

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.

Standing under the low hum of the kitchen lights, she read it twice. You think you have won. You have not. You have made an enemy of a man who has operated in this city for thirty years and who knows things about this family your husband has never seen. I won't be finished by a regulatory inquiry, nor silenced by a trap that took four days to build. You have until the end of the week to contact me. After that, I go to a different publication with a different story. One that doesn't require acquisition data. One that will be considerably harder for Caiden Wolfe to manage.

"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.

My son was in the hands of the enemy, and my wife was taken from me like a mere object and given to someone who only wanted to use her as a trophy. “Do you know why the Italian mafia elders turned against me? It’s because I cannot be controlled. I refuse to be, and I despise control,” I spat at her, and her eyes widened. “My cousin can't even manage the mafia like I can; he simply lacks the necessary skills. While he has the potential, going to war would be dangerous for me. He has the entire mafia family supporting him, and as you know, the men are not pleased. Clarissa is my wife, and your daughter is merely a stand-in; you know that. We can end the marriage, and I will move on. This way,