Novel & Cerita Claimed By My Husband's Enemy

I threw at her and she crossed her hands over her chest questioningly. "Oh really? How so?" "You always have the back of people I am upset with," I told her. "You remain friends with people I am enemies with. You're supposed to support me. I am your husband." "These people did nothing to me," she said. "And I don't like making enemies." "Whose side are you on girl?"

“Where is she?” “Why would I tell you that?” I demand. “Why the fuck would I tell you where she is?” “I’m not your enemy,” I remind him. “No,” he says. “You just sent your wife to destroy our home and set fire to it.” I close my eyes. “I didn’t make her do that. I would never do that. I’m on your side here.” “Bullshit!” he hisses before pressing the knife more into me. “You’re not on our side. I don’t know what you want for us, but it can’t be good. You’re a liar!”

“How…” “Do not interrupt. I’m already saying too much as it is. But this way is better than fighting with you, so I hope there will be no more temper flares from you in the future.” “You are now my husband, and I should at least learn everything I can about you. I mean, obviously, I have inherited your enemies and a ruthless lot at that . Now don’t you think a little information about them can help me protect myself from them in the future?” Her voice rose defiantly.

He looked me up and down in a way that made me feel sick. The second man leaned against the door, crossing his arms. “Prettier than the rumors.” “You need to leave,” I said, trying to sound braver than I felt. They just laughed. The tall one started walking toward me, unbuttoning his cufflinks. “Your husband has made a lot of enemies, sweetheart.” “He’s not my.. “Doesn’t matter,” the other one snapped. “Tonight, he’s going to learn a lesson.” I backed up until I hit the cold marble of the counter. There was nowhere left to go. My heart was thumping against my ribs so hard it hurt.

I could even hear the rhythmic beat of his heart from his chest. A fact struck me suddenly. This man hated Moore. He was my husband's enemy. And so am I! The enemy of my enemy is my friend! Within seconds, a new plan popped into my head. Maybe I can join hands with this man because we all have a common goal. But can this man be trusted? I think I must be crazy. This man is more dangerous than any man I've ever met. Perhaps he was a more ruthless man than Ron. He didn't even keep his word. Do I really have to do this?

Even if he figures out my irritation, it's easy to say the enemy of my husband is my enemy too, right? Whether or not Liam notices, this particular situation just made Denver Chadwick one of my enemies.

I stand beside him, silent, the dutiful wife. "Adrian." A man in a gray suit claps his shoulder. "I hear your wife is playing tonight. How delightful." Adrian's smile is tight. "My wife will play a little piece. Nothing special." In my past life, they would have sunk into my chest, heavy with shame. Now, I smile sweetly and innocently. "Nothing special," I echo. Adrian glances at me. Something flickers in his eyes. A question, maybe or the first stirring of unease.

The thought of leaving this hell-calling home supposed to make me happy and unleeched from the chain instead, I felt worse. I was getting married to someone I hadn't met before and the fact that they were enemies with my family, made me even more bitter. Aware of the bad blood they have with my family would make them treat me like a slave or even worse and the thought of it made me shiver. Lost in my dilemma, my elder sister spoke, "But Mom, doesn't this mean that we will be inlaws with our enemy?" Veronica asked my mother and then, a knowing evil smirk that I was used to seeing crept her lips as she sipped the glass of wine she had been holding since the beginning of this marriage discussio