Claimed By My Husband's Enemy Novels & Stories

Lord Cale said quietly bracing himself. “I am sorry my friend but our friendship is over… until you can do something about that shrew you have as a wife.” The messenger said with a smile. “You are not welcomed anywhere near me and I hope I never see your wife, the only way she is still alive is that my bride pleaded for her sake, nobody get to harm a warrior weakest point. My wife is my weakest spot and your wife almost got her killed. Your wife is living on borrowed time just like she made us greatest enemies, I cannot be friends with people who will try to stab my weakest spot. Stay far away from me and keep your wife far too because anytime I see her, I will try to kill her.”

I hit the gas and sped off, heat rising in my chest. If I were going to be stuck playing husband, then maybe it was time to gear things up. And maybe start figuring out who the real enemy was.

"Did you fake this to frame us? I’m telling you, don’t even think about it. She’s my wife!" My wolf’s lip curled. Even now… still acting. "Lover?" Anderson repeated the word lightly. I felt his gaze land on me. My hair was a mess. My breathing uneven. My eyes were still burning from tears I hadn’t realized were there. He smirked. "No," he said casually, "she’s my enemy." I blinked. My wolf paused. Of course, I was his enemy. He still believes I had killed his mate. The man looked confused. "What?"

“How long do you plan on hiding this from me?” “Mind your business, please,” I retorted. “You are being threatened, and watched and you did not say anything to me!” He snapped. Apparently, he had just seen the message this anonymous person had been sending to me. “I have it in control.” “It is not even your battle to fight, why did you keep mute?!” My brows snapped together at his last statement and I palmed my forehead. This person was indeed my husband’s enemy, and not mine.

“No secrets?” My teeth clenched. “She’s my wife.” “Ah,” he said. “And love is blind.” Something inside me snapped. “You brought me here to insult my marriage?” “I brought you here,” he corrected, “to warn you.” “Suck your warning!” I snapped again. “You’re bold,” Arkon said. “Especially for a man in your position.” “My position?” I echoed. “You're on enemy territory, or have you forgotten. What would your wife—”

"He who kills by the sword must dye by the sword. Your enemies, they did this to you. They killed Dario, just like they killed your wife and this is how pathetic you have become!" "What would you have me do?" I asked. "I just came back to the East Coast. My entire asset is frozen, I only have this small apartment thanks to Vincent." "And you think I don't know? Or do you think your enemy are not aware of the self confidential statement that you made the first day you arrived here?" He asked. I ignored his words and continued with my pushups, hoping I could skip past the entire process and continue fighting through the pain. "When your enemy comes, they are going to find out that you are comp

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong. You should blame yourself for getting involved with my enemy.” “Who?” I asked, confusion mixing with my fear. How could I be involved with someone dangerous when I barely knew anyone outside my small circle? “Adriano,” he replied. “Your husband.” I gasped. My body began to shake uncontrollably as cold sweat broke out across my forehead despite the air conditioning. Nothing about this made sense. Tears spilled down my cheeks as I struggled to find words, but my mind was reeling. “Since we’re past pretending, I guess I don’t need to hide anything anymore,” he continued, his voice casual as if we were discussing the weather.

Then gradually, His head started to tilt slightly to one side, his brows low, his mouth drawn into something between hurt and unimaginable fury as a voice slipped out so quietly it was nearly a whisper, but it carried the burden of great…great hurt. “My wife just lied to me? She just lied to meet my mortal enemy!” He stood there for a moment, utterly still. “What game are you playing, Isla?”

I know he hates me like hell and now I have to be his wife , like I am some pawn in their games. What would his club members say when they find out I married my husband's rival, that’s a taboo . I knew I wasn’t the active president's wife and I had no interest in their world but I know better not to be with his enemy. He made me his fucking wife how am i to deal with that Mia. Mia pulled me into a tight hug as I sobbed loudly holding her. It’s okay baby, we would find a way to get you out of this. Please just please , I don’t think I can do that , I don't love him.

She asked in between tears with a cracked voice, her question caught me off guard, but I can't cry if I do so none of us would comfort each other I know I have to be strong" "Forget about my daughter, for now,let's talk about you, why would someone want to kill your husband?" "I don't know I'm confused too" I smirk going into deep thought suddenly an idea clicked into my head "A man's enemy is an enemy of his own house" "What do you mean?" She asked looking confused "Do you have any enemies, maybe business allies?" ''No….." "Then it means one thing?" "Which is….?" "Whoever wants your husband dead is close to you, I can feel it"