Novel & Cerita Shining With My Ex-husband's Enemy

The metallic glint pulled me back into my sanity. I hastily released my grip on his arm, pulling my hands to my chest and clutching my clothes. "N-no... forget it," I muttered in a trembling voice. "I don't know what I'm talking about. Please… forget what I said." “You said… kill.” I shook my head. Ugh, I must be going crazy. What had I just done? Asked him to help me kill them? The saying "the enemy of my enemy is my friend" didn't apply to this man because I was essentially his enemy, too. Before I could exact my revenge on Victor and Ella, this man might be the one to skin me first.

Damon noticed. “Interesting, isn’t it?” She snapped the folder shut. “I’m not impressed.” “You should be.” Their eyes locked. The tension between them became thick enough to feel. One of the investors shifted uncomfortably. “This partnership could triple market reach.” Matteo leaned forward. “We don’t work with enemies.” Damon finally turned his attention to him. And the temperature in the room dropped. “You’re not my enemy,” Damon said quietly. “You’re just… in my way.” Matteo stood up instantly.

"Yes, an enemy to your enemy is your friend, so we should be friends but since you feel awkward calling yourself a friend to a murderer, let's just call it, enemy Zoom, just as we have friends Zoom." Shirley smirked at the devilish smile pasted on the face of Camille Kyle, how sweet it could be, to be friends with your enemy's enemy, she didn't care about the reason behind the woman's hatred for her daughter, she couldn't imagine her mother hunting her like some outsider, but that is not her concerns, she is only concern about herself, that selfish little girl, that always want everyone to dance to her tone of music is still the Shirley sitting in front of Camille Kyle.

Everyone was clapping chirping for them, watching Steph eating the lips of his blushing Husband, as he was clinging to him for his dear life. After a satisfying show off, Steph put him down and instantly held him to his chest as Ming couldn’t find his legs. He was dizzy and blushing over the antics of his show off husband, hiding his face in the broad chest of Steph. And there was Steph, standing tall, grinning ear to ear and proud of his work. Just then Magnus looked at Jeremy and chuckled to find him blushing too. His husband was cute.

"What? I just clawed my way out of a hellish marriage, and you want me to jump into another one for revenge?" Marco explained, "This isn't just revenge. It's a statement. It's telling everyone, especially Stefano, that you're not just okay. You're stronger, happier, and you married his biggest rival." He took a step toward me, his gaze warm. "You're not some pawn people get to push around in this game. You're the queen. And I promise, the moment you decide the goal's met or you want out, we're done. No strings attached."

The way she'd stood her ground even when she was frightened — chin up, voice steady, practical in the middle of something that had nothing practical about it. He thought about Marcus Calloway. About his father's blood. About thirteen years of building an empire on the foundation of a revenge he had never once stopped wanting. "I don't know yet," he said. It was the first time he had said those words in thirteen years. It felt like losing. Three miles across the city, Rain was staring at her ceiling in the dark. She didn't know his name. She didn't know that he knew hers. She didn't know that by morning, he would know everything about her — her address, her routine, her favourite coffee order

“Are you okay?” I nodded, exhaling shakily. “I’m… more than okay. I’m ready. And I won’t let them hurt you—or anyone else—with me here.” He smiled faintly, brushing his forehead against mine briefly. “I know. And I’ll be here, always.” The moment was brief—danger never waits—but it anchored me. The shard hummed softly in my hand, almost acknowledging our bond, amplifying our resolve. Mara wiped blood from one of her blades, glaring at the retreating shadows. “First strike. Not the last.”

"You know what our enemies will do. They won't attack you directly. They'll attack her. They'll use her. They'll try to break her because they know they can't beat you any other way. They only have to reach the one person who can destroy you from the inside." I didn't interrupt. Everything he said was true. After several minutes of silence I walked to the window overlooking the sea. Memories came without invitation: the wedding where I first took her, Matteo's kidnapping, the rubble in Sicily, the interrogation room, the quiet way she'd cleaned blood from my hands without flinching. Every enemy had already started aiming at her. I spoke without turning around. "Then I'll make sure no one liv

I tell her, amused. “I never mistreated Jessie... You think cutting me out of her custody is a fair punishment? By doing this, you are punishing her too.” I ignore her and keep walking towards the parking lot. She tags along with me, determined to talk. “Please, I am sorry. Don’t cut me out of her life. I cannot live without her.” Her pleas are pointless. When I cut my enemy, I cut them deep. No apologies do it for me. I like my enemies dying little by little every day.

Their presence was a balm to my shattered heart, a reminder that I was not alone in my grief. Amidst the sea of mourners, I couldn't help but notice the presence of enemies and adversaries. Natalia, my husband's persistent ex-lover, stood at a distance, her gaze cold and calculating. Camilla, the woman who had brought so much turmoil into our lives, lingered nearby, her expression unreadable. Even Senator Kelly, the corrupt politician who had ties to the criminal underworld, had come to pay his respects.