Claiming His Enemy's Daughter Novels & Stories

Just thinking of the name Leonidas was enough to ruin his day and now here was the daughter, standing in his office. Dark emotion rippled through him, unwelcome and unwanted. He reminded himself that the daughter wasn’t responsible for the sins of the father. ‘Why are you dressed as a nun?’ ‘I had to sneak past my father’s security.’‘I can’t imagine that was easy. Of course if your father didn’t make so many enemies he wouldn’t need an entire army to protect him.’ Blocking the feelings that rose inside him, he stood up and strolled round his desk. ‘What are you doing here?’

“The specifics are unnecessary, Isabella. What you need to know is that they have no claim over you or the child. I secured that.” “That is a Don’s answer, not a husband’s answer,” I insisted, leaning closer, forcing him to address the woman, not the asset. “Damon just called you, taunting you about the prize he lost. I discovered yesterday that my father was trying to drain assets from my inheritance. I can’t fight an enemy I don’t understand, and I can’t trust the man who demands my surrender while hiding the map.” “You demand surrender, moya solnyshko?” His voice was dangerously soft, laced with possessive dominance. “I demand trust. I have killed for you. I have declared war on an entire

I’d missed a golden chance while saving my enemy’s daughter. The sound of my own heartbeat thudded in my ears, louder and louder, drowning the outside world as pure rage surged through me. My hands clenched into fists. I watched as the woman grabbed my mate and yanked her across the hamlet in a way that made me want to react, to rip off the hands of the woman but then again, the identity of my mate comes surging through me. She’s Alpha Thane’s daughter! An heir of my enemy is the same as my enemy.

He reaches out, casually smoothing the rumpled silk of my dress as if he hadn't just claimed me like an animal. He adjusts the family diamonds at my throat, his touch lingering on the emeralds. "Fix your face," he commands, stepping back into the building. "My father is waiting for his wife. Try to look like a saint again, Sapphire. I’ll be watching from the corners." I stand there, trembling, smoothing my skirts with numb fingers. I know the rules now. My body is a battlefield, and Ethan Reynolds has just declared war on anyone who dares to cross the line - even the man whose name we both carry for two very different reasons.

"But Luna stays between us." Derek nodded and stepped inside. He set the suitcase down and closed the door quietly behind him. Then he turned to face her, and his expression was hard as stone. "You owe me a life-debt, omega," he said. "And it's time to pay." My Stepfather's Son Is My Fated Enemy

The toast in his hand lowered slowly before he dropped it back onto the plate with enough force to make the dishes clatter and a stretched silence followed. He stood, brushing crumbs from his fingers before adjusting his tie. He grabbed a jacket from the chair beside him and walked directly toward me. The look he gave me carried open disdain. He leaned closer as he passed. “My clothes look better on me than they look on you,” he murmured quietly before stepping out the front door. Fine! Now I know whose clothes I had on. Before I could respond, another voice cut through the tension. “My daughter is going nowhere with you.” Sienna’s mother stepped forward, placing herself directly between us.

A way to get under her skin? She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. “Why do you want to know?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. He didn’t flinch, and didn’t look away. “Curiosity,” he lied, the word was smooth. “Understanding the enemy is the first step to defeating them.” The old anger, the protective fury for her father, surged up, hot and bright. But beneath it, something else stirred. A sadness. A grief he was forcing her to confront.

“ You claim you love your daughter but still want her to stay away from someone she loves. I'm a changed person now and I will always accept Seraphina here because she's always happy when she's around my son. You better do something to make your daughter choose her family and stop keeping that pain in you” “ See who is talking over here. You practically destroyed my company and you're now saying you've changed. Even if you're a changed person, I can't let my daughter marry an ex-convict's son. That will never happen and to you Alexander you're going to rot in jail for keeping my daughter for four days now”

He had built every stone of Ashveil on top of that hatred, had used it to get up in the mornings and to keep going when keeping going felt like the least reasonable thing a man could do. And then she had walked into his infirmary at midnight and fixed what his healer couldn't. She had sat on the ground under the oak tree with Eddie and held that wooden figure as if it were something worth being careful with. She had stood in front of him this morning, alone and cornered and completely without allies, and looked him in the eye and told the truth even when lying would have been easier. Because I am the enemy's daughter, she said. She had said it without flinching even once.

I saw the shock in Lance’s eyes. “What do you mean about your father?” he asked, his voice laced with confusion. “My father is the victim here!” I shook my head slowly, firmly. “No, Lance,” I said, my voice trembling but clear. “Our father died because of your father. He committed treason!” “No… lies!” Lance shouted, his voice rising with fury as he took a step toward me. His hand reached out like he wanted to grab me—like he still thought he had power over me.