Sold To The Enemy Novels & Stories

He yelled. "Wasn't mom an enemy too?" I asked him. "Her case is different." He replied immediately. "How is her case different from Irina's?" I asked him back. "Because she was sold to us. She was sold to us." "Because she was weak but yet you protected her with everything you had, dad. You protected her from all your family. What's so wrong with taking your doorstep?!" "You can't because she will always be an enemy ! Her family can never be friends with mine!" He said calmly.

My shoulders tense. So we have a bridge in our hands and are possibly one of the crime families that's within my inner circle. They approach my men, manipulate them into going against me and when they deny the offer they jump to the next victim once they finally find an idiot to finally take the offer they purposely involve the federal agents and from there shit goes down. How the fuck did I not know this?

"Who gave it to you?" The envoy smiles. "Does it matter? The result is the same." Yes, it matters. It matters because someone I trusted—someone Adam trusted—sold us out. Gave our enemy the keys to destroy us. And I don't know who. Sophia whimpers behind me, and I feel her power flare—just a flicker, barely there—before it dies again. She's exhausted. We all are. The envoy steps closer, and this time I don't have the energy to stop him.

Finn said and extended his hand for him to take. Zane scoffed. "Look, I agreed not to attack your pack and not to ask people to help me and do so, but I don't recall agreeing to be best friends with you. So take your stinky hands away, and as a matter of fact, I am out." "What happened between them?" I asked my husband while watching his retreating figure with Finn, whose hands were still hanging in the air. "Finn sold ammunition to his enemy pack to attack them while his father was sick; they killed many of his people and wounded his father."

We approach the enemy as close as possible, mindful to keep a safe distance between us. "Now let's not waste time and get on with this. Seeing as you agreed to meet with us, I would assume you are ready to listen and reconsider your next course of action. Which, of course, is to retreat. A good decision it would be, too, considering you don't have the numbers to beat my warriors. My pack defeated yours not once but twice. Don't you think it is time to give up?" A chilling smirk spreads on Alejandro's face. "I agreed to meet with you not because I have any intention of retreating, but because I have a gift for you."

“I was so shocked and frightened at his presence. I knew him being here meant trouble, meant my father had found me” “Little did I know my father had sold me to you.” “ I didn't get a chance to take anything with me or even inform Maya of my whereabouts” “Not my phone or anything at all. Axton even threatened to kill Bryon” “He dragged me out of my house with me begging. I begged him to give me few days to say goodbye at work and to my friend” “He didn't let me and that's how I ended up back here”. I say looking up at him.

I added softly, gulping, forcing back the lump rising in my throat. My hands trembled slightly, and I clenched them together beneath the table, hoping Hebathi wouldn’t notice. This was it. The main lie. I had to sell it. I took a shaky breath, trying to suppress the guilt inside. “The day he was exiled…” My voice wavered, and I squeezed my eyes shut for a brief moment, willing myself to stay composed. “There was no reason given.” Hebathi’s brows furrowed slightly, but she didn’t interrupt.

It was finally over. I couldn’t believe it. It was finally over!! All around me, our enemies were being captured even after they submitted and the ones who got away were quickly brought back to face the music. I felt tears threatening to fall, but I swallowed hard to keep them at bay. I hoped we would win this fight. I prayed we would, but that little bit of doubt always niggled at the back of my mind.

Kailen looked at me—not with hunger. With recognition. And that scared me more. “Let’s talk about the debt,” Carlino said, voice lower now. Colder. “You hit my shipments. You targeted my home. You broke the treaty multiple times in less than a month. Investors, business partners, stocks, everything crashing.” Kailen laughed, sharp and humorless. “The treaty?” he said. “You mean that piece of paper our fathers signed before your old man put a bullet in mine and stole the empire?”

The risky plan, agreed to against his better judgment, had worked. He felt no triumph. Only a vast, hollow cold, and a fury so absolute it was silent. He sent the single, pre-arranged code to Sabatine: Target acquired. Compass confirmed. The enemy within was exposed. Now, it was time to dismantle her, and everyone she served. The strategy was a success. The cost was etched on his heart, but the war was now on his terms. —