Claimed By My Husband's Enemy Novels & Stories

All eyes turned to me the beautiful bride. I kept my chin level. My steps were measured, graceful years of my mother’s quiet lessons about dignity in the face of humiliation serving me now in ways she never intended. Walk like you chose this. Walk like you aren’t terrified. Walk like the Okoye name still means something in this room. It didn’t. That was the whole point. The Bellingtons had made sure of that. Forced into a marriage with my enemy’s son, I had told myself that hate would protect me. That I could walk through those doors, say the words, sign my name, and feel nothing. That the cold wall I’d built around myself would hold. 

"I am never going to be your ally. You took everything from me. My father. My mother's health. My peace of mind. And now you're trying to take my mother and sister too." "I am offering you a choice." "I'm choosing something else." He studied me for a long moment. Then he shook his head with a sigh. "You're a stubborn woman, Hazel. But stubbornness doesn't win battles." I turned my gaze to the nurse—the woman who had betrayed me, who had been Karem's spy all along. She was watching me with a smug smile, and I looked at her, studied her. She was the one thing Karem hadn't noticed.

I gritted out, my fingers curling to slam a fist into his smug face. “Your woman?” He questioned. “She is not your wife. Fiancé. Or girlfriend. As far as we know she is someone who lied and lived off your generosity. In addition to her true identity and on the verge of being repetitive I won’t say it.” The daughter of our enemy.

“ How many more enemies do I have? She says and her husband And her husband who was undressing heard what Evelyn said but wasn’t sure he heard right. “ What did you say? He asked her. “ What are you talking about? She asked him. “ I heard you said something about enemy just now” he said. “ Are you sure, I said that or are you talking about the music I was singing? She asked and he husband was a little confused that she wasn’t singing she said something but he felt again maybe he heard wrong.

I only wished that he was there with me. Pushing aside my feeling, I turned to the building again. It was simply, a story building, large enough for my taste. With wall like glass, though not transparent enough that someone from outside could see what was inside, it was still a glass. My husband had also made sure that it was bullet proof, from top to bottom. In his words... “I have enemies and when you married me, you acquired those enemies too. My father has a dozen and when you bore my name, you also acquired them, I won’t take any chances with you, my love.”

"No? So tell me... WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO GET YOU BACK AND STILL BRING THAT FUCKING CREATURE?" He seemed so betrayed and angry that for a moment I wondered if that was not my angry husband after seeing me with my mistress. I sighed. "This is none of your business." "Is it none of my business? Are you going crazy?" "What? Why did you hate the idea of her being here so much?" "She’s a SAINT!" He seemed to be increasingly angry "it’s a thing... small, bright and full of divine power! She... She’s trouble, damn it! Forget she’s our enemy?"

Her pupils dilated. "Rory London is no friend of yours," I said. She stumbled back until her heels hit the concrete bench. "Yes," I said. I nodded once. "I figured he had something to do with this," I said. I watched her right hand begin to twitch. "My husband is looking for him," I said. I let the words sink in. "To hang him or behead him," I said. She rushed back to the bars. Her fingers dug into the rust. "I imagine he would not be so kind if he heard you were fraternizing with his enemies," I said.

“Lombardi? He has a lot of enemies. In fact, yes he killed my husband.” I felt my heart drop. Aaron couldn’t have. Mia, she just said it. “Aaron Lombardi did?” I ask again, hoping she hears the full name and changes her mind. “He did. He has a lot of enemies. One of which threatened my husband. They wanted to bring him down and had to use my husband as a tool.” She explains and I almost let out a breath of relief. “Do you know who this person is?” I ask and she shakes her head.

"To talk without you looking at me like I'm the enemy." "I don't think you're the enemy, Damon. I think you're being manipulated and you're too proud or too scared to see it. But you're not my enemy." "Then who am I?" The question hung there between us. People were starting to look. We were creating a scene in the middle of Monarch's lunch rush. Sophia was still at the table, watching with concern that looked real. "You're my husband," I said finally. "At least on paper. The rest of it, I'm not sure anymore."

“What do you mean it wasn’t me? I gave you a simple task, kill the bitch, but what did you do? you ended up shooting my husband and now he is in the operation room fighting for his life.” “I think your husband has an enemy, he was already shot before I arrived at his company.” “What?? You mean someone else wanted my husband dead?” He nodded, “But who?” TBC..