Claimed By My Husband's Enemy Novels & Stories

~Zella~ Alpha Declan snorted, ignoring my poison claim. He thinks I might be bluffing, right? How could I have poisoned my own husband? In his mind, it's hard to believe. A muscle in his jaw twitched. "Ready to surrender? Are you sure? My emissary told me that your husband appeared hostile and wanted to kill him, he doesn't want to surrender," he sneered. I took a deep breath, swallowing the lump forming in my throat. "Should I bring my husband's dead body here?" I asked, annoyed that he seemed to be doubting my claim that I am very much capable of poisoning my very own husband. I can't blame him though.

I told him. "It is my business, okay? I am your husband and I have full responsibility over you. You can't just talk to any stranger anyhow you like. What if he is one of the enemies?" He asked. "He is not. He is a good friend I made today. You don't have to tell me who the enemy is, I can figure it out that one myself." I argued. "Well I don't give you the right to talk to anyone, you are my property the day I married you. Let that one sink." He said with authority.

“I want you to be calm and calculated. You’re my husband; see this as nothing more than a deal. Whoever took your father would make his demands known to you.” “And what if they don’t make any demands?” His voice was crackling with emotion, and it made me sad, but I refused to reveal that to him. I hid my sadness behind a smile that looked real to him. “Then there’s an enemy within watching how you’d react to his plot.” I placed my right hand on the ignition as he turned it on. “I haven’t made trouble with anyone, so who’s my enemy?” He expressed that he couldn’t keep his hands off the steering wheel.

“I want you to be calm and calculated. You’re my husband; see this as nothing more than a deal. Whoever took your father would make his demands known to you.” “And what if they don’t make any demands?” His voice was crackling with emotion, and it made me sad, but I refused to reveal that to him. I hid my sadness behind a smile that looked real to him. “Then there’s an enemy within watching how you’d react to his plot.” I placed my right hand on the ignition as he turned it on. “I haven’t made trouble with anyone, so who’s my enemy?” He expressed that he couldn’t keep his hands off the steering wheel.

"Is there a reason you're asking?" His thumb traced my lower lip. Gentle. Almost loving. That was how I knew I should be afraid. "Elijah Roosevelt is my enemy, Lara. He's tried to take everything from memy business, my reputation, my father's approval." His thumb stopped moving. "If I find out you touched him any more than medicine requiredif I find out you enjoyed touching himI will make you regret the day your father sold you to me." I didn't flinch. I'd learned not to.

The only thing she said before leaving me with my sleeping spouse was "Right away, ma'am." Who could be your enemy, husband? They dare to poison you for you to die immediately? For what purpose and reason it might be?

She had offered herself and the bodies of other women to satisfy him, thinking it would get her on his side, but he never wanted her. I hate that I misunderstood him so badly! “Mrs D’Angelo, if you haven't got anything to say then…” I raised my hand in the air as I continued to ponder. I looked up, knowing I'd delayed them too long. “How long will you listen to mindless and idle gossip?” I asked, glaring at each one of them. “My husband is a very popular man, as you know; he has business ventures everywhere, and so many enemies are out to get him.” I paused.

He could just say the word. “Actually… no. I’m not here for that.” I froze mid–blanket lift. “Then why are you here?” “Because we both have one common enemy now.” He stood, walking toward me. My heart raced, my fingers unconsciously tightening around the blanket. “Your husband betrayed you and took your company—and by doing that, he made himself my rival.” “And what does that have to do with me?” He moved closer, caging me between his arms. His eyes locked onto mine, so deep I couldn’t breathe—and I didn’t know why.

“A man came to the house, claiming to be Nei-nei’s husband. He showed me some papers as evidence that the Chateau belonged to him.” “He gave me some money and asked me to leave so I left.”