Claimed By My Husband's Enemy Novels & Stories

"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..

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.

“I never did.” “But, I do.” He paused for two seconds to see if Luciana had something to say but she didn't interrupt, then he continued. “A lot, mum. Your opinion isn't important in my marriage. She is my wife so whatever issues you're having with Kathleen it's for you to deal with, it's none of my flaming business. I'm sorry, but Henrietta is my ex wife and Charlene is my wife!” She was stunned by his outburst, he leaped up abruptly. “What the hell are you saying, Richard? This is about Miguel.”

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.”

The caption was simple. Wife caught between billionaire husband and possessive ex. Who’s really the villain? #ZaneWolfe #AlessiaWolfe #CaughtInTheCrossfire She hit the “Post button.” Let the empire burn.

“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.”