Claimed By My Husband's Enemy Novels & Stories

Rod said. "There's something you need to know, Rod," I said to him. "What is it? Why does someone want you dead? Do you have enemies?" he asked. "My husband is a very dangerous person. He was a ruthless, merciless mafia boss who foughts for everything lethal and illegal just to get home to his lovely wife and make love to her to wash all the tiredness and worries away," I explained and his eyes narrowed, he was listening to me very carefully.

"Sleeping in his study?" "Yes." Camilla's eyes darkened. "And the way he looked at her..." She trailed off, fingers tightening around the bottle. "I noticed it. He didn't touch her. He didn't speak much. But his eyes," She shook her head. "I don't trust it." "But he said she's the enemy's daughter, didn't he?" her friend asked. "He did," Camilla replied quickly. "A Whitmore. He said she's nothing but a slave." Then, quieter, almost to herself, she added, "Yet something doesn't sit right."

That felt symbolic. Her phone vibrated. She grabbed it immediately, half irritated with herself for hoping. But this time it wasn’t a reminder. Unknown number. She frowned and opened the message. Your husband built an empire of enemies. You’ll be the first to fall. Her heart jumped painfully against her ribs. She read it again, slower. Her husband. Enemies. You’ll be the first. Her fingers tightened on the phone. She checked the number, but it was masked completely. No contact name. No previous messages.

That bothered me, “Bee? Bee never showed up! He bailed out on you, he moved on! He is probably married to someone else right now” “He is Bee, Tony” she said reaffirming. That annoyed me the more, so he was the actually more than just her enemy’s husband? She wasn’t just craving her enemy’s husband, she was craving her first love. FUCK! More reasons why I should kill him.

But the test said negative, I said. Then we will trust the test, he said. But from now on, no more hiding from me. If you feel sick, tell me. If you are scared, tell me. We are in this together. Okay? I nodded and hugged him. In the parking lot, in front of everyone, I hugged my husband. My enemy. The man who was starting to like me. Okay, I whispered. No more hiding. When we got home that night, Lucian did not let me carry anything. He made me rest on the bed while he brought me soup. He sat beside me and watched me eat.

Something in me snapped then. I stepped closer, “The only reason I’m making these enemies is because of you. Because I’m ruining people at your request. Taking down your rivals. Tearing apart their families. Humiliating them in front of the world. You’re the one who put me in the middle of all this. And now they think they can touch my wife because of it.” His jaw tightened.

“Don’t get me wrong, Myla, but both your husband and your daughter are against us. I don’t want to put you in a situation where you…” “I already chose my side when we started this war. I knew what was to come and how it was going to be. You are not going to be the one to teach me how I was going to deal with things. What I am curious about is why you are arguing rather than trying to find a solution? The woman that I know managed to hide that she was married for years, claimed a son that was not even hers…” “He is mine…”

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.