Claimed By My Husband's Enemy Novels & Stories

He said to me in riddles and I was more confused. "What are you saying? I don't understand you, make this clear for me," I said to him as I sat up straight. Somehow I felt that what he was about to say was going to be bad news even if he had not mentioned it in the first place. "What I am trying to say is this. As much as I’m not sure of what I could put together now, someone from the enemy's camp has set their eyes on you and your husband. And not just that, they are closer to you now. I noticed, and I’ve been trying to hack into their network. But for now, you have to watch your back. For you, your husband and your child.”

“Before you ran off, there were some ties I had to cut loose and some that needed fixing.” “Where are you going with this?” I asked, sitting up straight. “Let’s just say I made some decisions and crossed some people. And in order to correct that, I need to make an alliance. And as the saying goes — the enemy of my enemy is my friend. And you, my child —are going to be the wife of my new friend.” The words felt like a cold snap to my face. “What did you just say?” I asked, like I didn’t hear him right.

“And you’ve always been good at running when those doors open.” The insult struck its target. Julian shoved Vanessa’s hand away and stepped forward. Evelyn moved between them. “Enough!” Both men looked at her. She turned toward Lucian first. “I want the truth. Not another warning. Not another secret. The truth.” His face softened for only a second. Then he looked at Julian. “Not here.” Julian smiled, but there was no humor in it. “Careful, Evelyn. The man you married has spent years making enemies. One day, you might discover that you’re standing beside the most dangerous one.”

Tears fell from the corners of my eyes, drop by drop, into the sink. "I guess we didn't make it past the seven-year itch after all," I murmured. Seven years ago, Dad, Don of the Sassi family, held a gun to my head and told me not to marry Stefano. I married him anyway, for love, for a soldato who had nothing but ambition back then. I gave up my birthright, my crown, and my family's empire to build his instead. I played the perfect housewife, funneling him money and dealing with his enemies. Step by step, I put him on this city's underworld throne.

“You cannot be mated to a wolf-less woman. It is not natural.” “I didn’t choose it,” I said. “But the bond chose me. And I will not reject her.” “She will make you weak,” someone muttered. I stepped forward. “She makes me better. She makes me think twice. She makes me feel things I forgot I could feel. That is not weakness. That is balance.” “You risk everything for her,” Marcus said. I stared at him. “As I once said before, If anyone dares to harm her, or speak against her again, they become my enemy. And I do not forgive enemies.”

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“My family will not hesitate to scheme against you when they realize you are a threat.” “Geez… thanks for telling me now that we are married.” It was her job to survive, and so she will. “But there is no need to worry about anything. I can assure you that I wILL survive.” And keep him safe. She smiled. “Well… you already met my crazy secretary. Let me take you to meet my grandfather.” “Now?” she asked. “He’s dying. I already told him that we got married. He knows your real identity by now… he must already know everything about you.”

I asked. Roman nodded. “It is safer here than the pack house. If we keep meeting there, sooner or later we will be discovered.” Then he stepped closer and held me. “You can let go of everything you have been holding in. I am here.” I looked up at him as my heart beat faster. “I think I want to keep on seeing you,” I whispered. “I know that this is wrong. It is wrong for us. You are my husband’s friend, but….I think I want to keep on seeing you. And I do not feel guilty about it.”

I didn't have a carriage, and not even a single attendant followed behind me. If this were any other household, no one would believe it. But in Blackwood Estate, it was entirely believable. Everyone knew that the Grand Chancellor Yuvan Fletcher didn't love his wife. Wherever I went, those who recognized me would glance over with quiet mockery and whisper among themselves. I never reacted anymore, having long since gotten used to it. "My lord husband is busy with palace affairs. He finally had time to take me to the gardens today, but then it started raining. I even stepped straight into the mud."

“I think we may have started off on the wrong foot, Sienna, and I would like to make something clear before this turns unnecessarily hostile. I am not your enemy, and whatever assumptions you have made about me are probably exaggerated.” I stepped closer to her until there was barely any space left between us, close enough that she had to lift her chin slightly to maintain eye contact. My anger settled into something cold and controlled as I spoke. “I honestly do not care what history you and Lucian share or what kind of messy breakup the two of you had in the past. That part of his life is over, and you need to understand something very clearly. I am his wife now, and whatever place you thi