Shining With My Ex-husband's Enemy Novels & Stories

“Do you have an enemy? A rival perhaps?” “Mr. Stone, can you tell us how you feel about this?” Their questions rattle my veins. Their voices overriding each other. Cameras flash over me as Bones and my other men lead me to the car. I hate the reporters so much, and I'm never one to bring my affairs public, but there's this urge to drop a word to that fucker, Shadow Enemy, for what he's done tonight. Hence, I stop in my tracks, surprising Bones. Turning to the cameras, I boom. “Tonight is a night of tragedy. One I won't forget in a hurry. I lost friends. Partners. Brothers. I lost the foundation that keeps me strong and confident. I lost the foundation that I rode through chaos together with.

And that made him dangerous. “Welcome home, Mrs. Vale,” he said softly. I smiled. “Thank you… husband.” But in my mind, I whispered the real words that my tongue could not afford to. Enemy. Target. King to be sacrificed. .

I reopened them, facing Shaw. “Follow him. Both of them. Separately.” My lawyer nodded. Jayden… I ruminated, then stopped. It didn’t matter. My man was not some damsel. He had never been. But this creature he was fighting was tainting him. I didn’t like that. I didn’t like the way his eyes were changing. His voice was losing its light touch. My man was winding himself tightly. Too tightly for the life he was supposed to be living.

My eyes returned to Warren again, to the memories of everything I had lived alongside him and how much he needed to pay for the crimes he committed. My hand slid, holding Simon’s. The warmth of his fingers on my skin made the world disappear around me, and when I realized it, I was in the arms of my future husband’s enemy, gliding across the dance floor as if only he and I existed.

Ten seconds. Good, he replied. Neither am I. I put the phone down. Stood up. Turned on every light in the kitchen. And opened a new document. Because tomorrow I wasn't walking into Damien Blackwood's world as a frightened girl who signed a contract. I was walking in as his equal. And my father was going to regret the day he put my name on that contract.

Thank the goddess I'm now in their midst so I can be getting firsthand information. "That is so say, our worst enemies now live in our midst in disguise." They dart their eyes around, jaw gritted. That enemy includes me and one other person who's yet to reveal his identity. My rival. TBC.

"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

our gaze met, “You’re a mysterious woman, but I’m going to find out your secrets.” His words sent a shiver down my spine but I smiled, “Goodbye, Adonis.” As I walked out of the building, a smile crept onto my lips. I wasn't convinced it would've been easy, but luck was on my side. My scheme was finally set into motion, and I was making progress. To destroy your enemies, you do it from close range, and that’s exactly what I intended to do. Dear ex-husband, I’m going to ruin your life until there’s nothing left of it, and I’ll use your brother to get it done.

The battle raged on, each clash of steel and surge of power echoing through the chamber. In the midst of the chaos, a figure emerged from the shadows, his face twisted with betrayal. It was Johnson, my ex-husband, standing beside The Shadows' leader. The realization hit me like a dagger to the heart. Johnson had been working with them all along, playing his own game of deceit. As the battle reached its climax, I locked eyes with Johnson, a mix of anger, pain, and disbelief coursing through me. How could he betray not only me but also everything we had fought for? His alliance with The Shadows shattered any remnants of trust that remained.

Finally, he nodded slowly. "You're right. The question is why a Bloodfang exile would care about Nightshade politics." My breath caught. Nightshade. The enemy pack, the wolves we had been taught to hate and fear since childhood. And I had just saved their Alpha's life. "Because," I said slowly, "sometimes the enemy of your enemy is the only ally you have left." Lightning flashed overhead, illuminating both our faces in stark relief. In that moment of brilliant light, I saw recognition dawn in his gray eyes.