Claiming The Enemy’s Daughter Novels & Stories

I refused. He held my neck in his hand and turned it forcefully. My body was unusually weak, so I couldn't fight off his grasp. “This is what happens when you don't listen to your father.” His breath came out hot on my face “The Donovans are our enemies. They have been and always will be.” He released my chin, but I could still feel the pressure of his fingers on them. “I can't believe it was his daughter playing all along. I didn't even know he had a daughter. A very shameless man. That's who he is.”

Then at the contract. Then at her hand. Still holding the pen. She slowly set it down. Her breath unsteady for just a second. She had just agreed to marry her enemy. And for the first time— It didn’t feel like something she could control. Her phone buzzed again. A message. Be ready by 7. Elena stared at it. Then locked her phone. Tonight. Everything was about to change. And deep down— She knew one thing. No matter how many rules she had written… Damon DeLuca was going to break them.

“We’re coming to get you right now. Stay exactly where you are.” I clutched Lucian’s hand, the afterglow of our intimacy shattered by fresh terror. Maya—Alexander’s love, the daughter of our enemy—was now a pawn in this deadly game. The war had just dragged the next generation into its bloody heart.

Dad will surely come for my skeleton if he ever sees the news, which I know he will see immediately, before it even gets aired. As much as I love getting under his skin… but not with Declan Voss. But then, there is a saying that goes: The enemy of your enemy is your friend. So, definitely, I need to draw Declan close. That's the plan— Keep him close. But, how close? And since I was slipping on a nose mask, my identity is still hidden. No one in the crowd would easily recognize me. At least, not yet… In a matter of hours, the paparazzi would figure it out.

“And now you’re optics with my daughter? How does that look to the board? To the investors? To the press?” “Like none of their fucking business.” She wipes her eyes, smearing mascara. “You denied me. And now you’re hard for the one thing that should’ve been off-limits. My daughter. My blood.” “Your blood walked in on you fucking her boyfriend.” I meet her stare dead-on. “You want to talk about off -limits?” Her mouth opens, closes. Color floods her cheeks. “That…That was different.” “Was it?” I stand slowly, desk between us like a barrier I don’t need. “You took something that belonged to her. I took something that never belonged to you.”

“Do not try to play mind games with me, Clara!” "I am not playing any games with you," I shot back, refusing to back down from the monster. "I am giving you a reality check. Is any man touching my waist for five minutes more important to you than becoming the Capo dei Capi? Because if he signs that treaty with the Sicilians tonight, he takes your throne and you lose your empire." "I don't give a fuck about the throne if it costs me this!" he snarled. "I will bombard that entire coastal estate with a helicopter before I let you walk into his ballroom."

I look up and notice everyone staring at me. "Warriors, you must understand that my daughter has been through a lot over the years, don't blame her if she seems to ignore you. I am sure Enya never intended this; it's only because of the flashbacks our enemies have caused," my father jumps up to help me out of the awkward situation. I lower my gaze and take a deep breath. No matter what the leaders want me to do, it must be a new task or something important, or they wouldn't mention my name. But I have to prepare myself; I can't leave the hideout and join the hunt if I don't focus - that type of attitude would get me killed. I want to ask them what is going on, but my father clears his throat

Henry asked this time around. I already knew where he was heading to with this story of his. Nothing good ever came from anything he had to offer so why did I even bother myself, yet here I was, eager to know exactly how this story of his was going to end. "Well the fact right now is that our dear boy here Nicholas, has fallen in love with the daughter of an enemy, the very same people we are about to go into war with and he brought her to his home unknown to him that he was wooing a vampire hunter," he said.

“Alpha Marvin, please think that through. Your pack cannot afford the loss of life that it will experience if you attack mine.” “Your son disrespected, and used my daughter! He either honors her, or I will call up my allies, and wage war against yours.” “My son did NOT in anyway disrespect your daughter. If anything your daughter disrespected my son! Furthermore, your allies are small, and minimal at best. Along with the fact that your allies are also my allies. They will chose to remain neutral in any conflict between us.” “They will help me to fight against you. They don’t need you any more than I do.”

I realized with horror that he was profoundly drunk. “Alpha Drake?” I called out carefully. “You are in the wrong room.” “That’s what makes me a terrible person. I mean, what kind of man mates with the daughter of the man who killed his parents? I had only one job,” Drake held up one finger and stared at it. “Only one single job, but I failed.” “Drake, you’re in the wrong room,” I tried again. Drake’s eyes snapped to mine. “You’re the girl, the daughter of my enemies.”