Claiming The Enemy’s Daughter Novels & Stories

“Oh, and don’t try to kill me either, because once my heart stops, the explosions start.” He visibly gulps hard while eyeing the door and his men, but they don’t dare walk forward. I turn my head to the altar and spot the blushing bride with her veil still over her face. I haven’t seen her properly as yet or know her name, but I know she’s his only daughter. He’s marrying her off to someone from the Outfit, my mother’s blood. Then I smirk and point to her. “Since the life of a foot soldier matches that of a queen, I want your princess,” I say and see both his and his wife’s eyes grow wide with horror at my request.

"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.

She squealed and blinked away tears she dare not allow to fall. Still she stammered, allowing her tattered red dress to expose her breasts, “for my father…I am yours.” I don’t need pity fucks from the daughter of my enemy. Firing a round directly into Alpha Valdis’ forehead is my answer. A patina of grey and red, concrete and blood combined expands before me. The half naked Corina drops to the floor screaming. “I don’t want you. Now move, you can join the servants for instructions. Then you can clean up the mess he’s left on the walls. Now put your fucking chest away.”

I said, and she growled, walking toward me. “One hair harmed on my daughter, and I am not going to say that you are my daughter-in-law. I am going to call you the daughter of this family’s enemy, exactly just as she calls you. And trust me, when I announce an enemy, I don’t take that lightly. I am going to be the one to kill you myself.” She said, wiping her tears from her face as fresh ones fell from her eyes. “She is going to have to pay the price of her doings. It is not my fault that SHE chose to side with an enemy. I never told her to do so…”

The House of Vagamor; South of the Realm. Orvyn's POV 'She's the enemy's daughter,' I wanted to remind myself. 'Do not forget what her father made you lose.' The encounter I had with her in the woods kept popping out of nowhere and everywhere in my head. The closeness of our bodies and the feeling of our heart beating against each other was an experience I never thought I'd one day have. Being the daughter of the enemy, any act of intimacy between us would spark debate among the elders of The Table. Especially the power-hungry Archibald. He had been on my tail for a very long time, scouting for loopholes under my reign.

All they praised and acknowledged was Clyde not knowing he was just someone who received praise for something he didn't work hard to get. Damien still hoped that one day, all of this would be over and then he would be on his own. He wouldn't have to live behind his younger brother's shadow or keep following his father's order but he suddenly felt another leech tied around his neck when his father said ... "You are getting married to Claire Adamson, the youngest daughter of the Adamson's Family"

He stares outside as the morning light shines across his face. “Your father still has enemies. They will find ways to bring the Moretti name down. You are next in line and if you do not listen to me they will destroy us both without a second thought,” He says calmly. “Are you trying to say i am your partner in crime now...Is that why you killed my father so you can marry me? Avelina asked in tears. Allessandro turns to face her with cold eyes. “This is not a partnership Avelina, this is our reality now. The sooner you accept it the better for everyone.”

I stared at my man. “Or the boat club. Same plan. It’s got many people moving about, some politicians too. That Ralis fucker won't be able to hit us there,” he continued, as if he had not just suggested breaking an unspoken code between myself and the Lady of the house. Tasha knew about Jayden, just like I knew about the fella she had gotten pregnant for, but her father had refused to let her marry, forcing her instead on my family, calling up an old debt the former head owed to him and his people.

“Whatever you have to say about my child, you can say it in front of me.” Martinez hesitated but eventually nodded respectfully. “Alright.” I crossed my arms. “What is it?” “We made an arrest.” My heart jumped. “Who?” “One of the men involved.” Aunt Carmen gasped and grabbed the edge of the bed. “You caught him? You caught one of the bastards who hurt my daughter?” Martinez nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” “Is it Rodrigo?” I asked, barely breathing. Martinez looked directly at me. “No, but he knows where Rodrigo is.”

“I’m here to tell you something I should have said months ago. Something I should have warned you about even though you will still choose to ignore.” The room fell completely silent. “I do not want your daughter,” I said clearly. “In any way.” A few men shifted. Francesco’s expression remained carved in stone. “I do not want a relationship. I do not want a marriage. I do not want an alliance sealed with her. I don’t trust her, and I do not feel safe around her.” A few men exchanged shocked looks. Someone muttered a curse. I continued. “Your daughter has manipulated situations, lied, and placed Amara in danger just to force my hand. I caught her cheating more than once. Still, you pushed, pre