Claiming His Enemy's Daughter Novels & Stories

"Oh no, darling, you won't be tortured here in the open space. My bed is where I plan to make you pay for each scar I bore in the dungeon." He laughed and picked Anna in his hands. He knelt down right before me, showing me my vulnerable daughter's red, panic-stricken face. His intention was to weaken me, and oh lord, he did succeed when I settled my gaze on my little baby. "Give her to me, please. She doesn't deserve this." I cried. "She's the Alpha's daughter. And the alpha is my enemy, which in turn makes her my enemy." His eyes mocked me as they ran all over my face before stopping at my heaving chest.

“Finish your sentence.” His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. “She’s the daughter of one of our enemies. Not just any enemy—the kind you swore you’d never forgive, the kind that left scars on all of us. That’s why she’s here, that’s why her troubles follow her everywhere. Because she’s carrying their name whether she admits it or not.”

“You’re supposed to be the good one between us!” “Good one?” I scoff. “I’m not good to my enemies and I’ll never be good to my enemies. You are my enemy. You are the one who helped your mother kidnap my father. You are the daughter of a murderer and worse, you’re following in her footsteps! So why should I be good to you? I’m done being good. Now, if you still value your fingers, you’ll tell me where my father is.” “I’m not scared of you.”

“He rejected their daughter after sleeping with her. You know they consider virginity a very high price to pay. I'm surprised they haven't started a war yet. ” There would be no way they would want to help him. Unless he decides to marry their daughter. “Parcafis?” “Stop mentioning names, will you? I'm getting tired of hearing their boring names.”I rolled my eyes, tossing the last bit of apple into my mouth. Lisa puffed crossing her legs. I got up, feeling thirsty all of a sudden. I reached for the wine glass bottle in my wine cellar, picked two wine glasses, and walked to the table. “Your father made a lot of enemies on your behalf didn't he?”

Fifty people, the river, the apple trees, the spring light doing what spring light did making everything look like it had been arranged deliberately, like the world had decided to make a point. My father’s name was Emmanuel Okoye. He had believed that truth was worth fighting for. He had been right about that. He had been right about all of it. And his daughter stood in a garden in Hudson Valley on an April afternoon, holding the face of the man she had chosen fully, freely, with everything she had and felt the full, complete, permanent weight of having arrived exactly where she was supposed to be. Not the end of something. The beginning of everything that came after.

What would that man do if he knew his daughter had become a slave to the desire of his own enemy? 'Andrew, look at your daughter now. She's completely obsessed with your greatest enemy. How could I possibly waste an opportunity like this? But the truth is, I enjoy your precious daughter's body too much. She's like a magnet, always pulling me back into her arms. Forgive me, Andrew. I'm just borrowing your daughter for a little while before you and I finally meet…'

I smile. "Well, there is the biggest enemy you need to keep in check; Dante." she begins and I nod to edge her on to proceed. "He doesn't like you for a simple reason. His daughter was supposed to get married to Mr. Kings but he wouldn't agree. When they pinned him down and left him with no choice but to marry, he went and chose you." "Wow. We've never even met and I already have enemies?" "A lot of enemies. You have very few people you can trust. Not even me. "

We danced a deadly tango vying for territory and power, neither gaining advantage for long. But suspicion gnawed that the aging don plotted a final, brutal stroke against his rival's heir. Taking my Stella from me would wound deeper than any blade. But he had not reckoned on the savage lengths I would go to protect my own. The guards reported unfamiliar scents around Stella's building again tonight. My fists clenched, fury and frustration warring within. How long could I ward off an enemy able to melt into the meek guise of plumber or mechanic at will? I had to seize the offensive, take the fight to Constantine before his schemes bore deadly fruit.

he insisted, with anguish that seemed real. I wanted to yell at him that I already had a Luna, that her name was Katherine, and that she was the woman he himself had helped banish. But it wasn't the right moment; Michael was still in the shadows, and my father was too unpredictable. “I trust the Moon Goddess. She has the perfect woman for me, and she alone will sit on the throne beside me,” I said with a conviction that left no room for argument. My father just nodded, fighting against the Alpha command my voice had imposed. “And you'd better not bring this up again, or I'll forget that we share blood.”

“That’s why you want to marry her. But don’t forget who she is. Isabella is your enemy’s daughter.” A harsh laugh tore from my chest, colder than winter steel. Enemy’s daughter? If only she knew the truth. If only she realized tonight would be her last night breathing. ““Do you think I wouldn’t find out, Valentina?” I hissed, closing the space between us until my breath fanned her trembling lips. Her eyes widened, the faintest flicker of panic finally cracking through her arrogance. “How your father slithered spies into my company… how he slit my father’s throat and pinned the blood on the Grecos?”