Claimed By My Husband's Enemy Novels & Stories

I whispered. Richard looked older suddenly. More tired. More human. For the first time since I’d met him, he didn’t seem powerful. He seemed defeated. “That’s the day everything went wrong.” Nobody spoke. The silence felt endless. Then Richard said something that made the blood drain from my face. Something that made Damian go completely rigid beside me. Something that changed what our marriage meant forever. “The woman who destroyed Evelyn’s life wasn’t a Blackwood.” My heart pounded. “Then who was it?” Richard looked directly at Damian. And answered. “Your wife.”

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.”

You've never once loved anyone but yourself! I didn't bother pulling my punches. "Mr. Clark, Gideon and I received our marriage certificate from the state three days ago. We are now a legally married couple. So, if you have nothing else to say, please leave." I couldn't resist adding a snide remark, "You should go to Sophia if you're going to throw a hissy fit. After all, you two had registered your marriage and are a lawfully wedded couple." "No! I don't have a wife! Not anymore!" William shouted in desperation.

The only thing she said before leaving me with my sleeping spouse was "Right away, ma'am." Who could be your enemy, husband? They dare to poison you for you to die immediately? For what purpose and reason it might be?

“What about Lachlan's family? Are you okay with them?” I flared up. “You've asked me these questions before.” “Well, that's because I discovered something interesting recently…. What's your husband's relationship with his family?” “They're family, of course; they're close.” “Close enough to have one throw him under the bus?” “What?” “I'll give it to you straight, ma'am. Your brother-in-law is a suspect, and he happens to loop your husband in it all.” “What?” “So I'll ask you again, Mrs. Mallory,” he leaned forward. “Do you and your husband have any enemies?” My breath got caught in my throat, and I couldn't speak.

“Unlike you, I’m not very forgiving, and that should make the other idiots think twice before coming after me” “I think you mean me, they came after me” I corrected pushing to my feet. What was it with everyone wanting to steal my spotlight? “You’re going to be my wife, an insult to you is an insult to me, your enemies become my enemies, you know what I do to my enemies” “Decimate them” “Got that right…” he reached for my hand, his fingers playing with mine gently, the same hand I’d used to redden Brie’s face minutes ago. “You alright?”

"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