Strangers To Lovers To Enemies นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“That was a mistake.” “No, that was betrayal.” I narrowed my gaze. “Real friends don’t stab each other in the back and lovers don’t rob each other blind. Only strangers do.”

And the rest of the guys. I sat my cognac on the side table, watching through the one-way glass as politicians, criminals, and the rich equally squirmed. I hated all those fuckers. I hated the criminals that pretended they were better even more. Like the fucking Romanos. We were all killers and sinners. One big difference - my friends and I only killed when we needed to. Or for revenge. Many of these men killed for power, money, sport, or even pleasure. And some even use their own family to try and get ahead. The way Alphonso Romano used his niece's charms and beauty to blind me, and I played right into it.

I tried to console her and I and Jer decided to call them over on weekend lunch. Jer dialed Steph's number as Lizz left for her room and laughed when he knew that Steph and Ming were facing same problem with Matt. He put the call on speaker and we planned for a surprised date for them. Steph and Ming had no issue if the children are in love with each other. And neither did us. It was all settle for the weekend and the children were not informed so far. ************* General POV

After, they lay pressed close, hearts racing, bodies warm and spent. "This complicates things," Muna said finally, her head on his chest. "Everything about us is complicated." His fingers traced patterns on her bare shoulder. "But maybe that's not entirely bad." "How can you say that? We're enemies who got married for business. Now someone's trying to destroy us both, and we're..." "What? What are we, Muna?" She couldn’t answer. The truth was too dangerous to admit. They were meant to hate each other, meant to plot each other’s ruin. Yet here she was, lying in his arms, feeling safer than she had in years.

"Yes, but it's said that it's a very serious one and the people involved are not ordinary." "Who are we expected to save? The strangers in the forest of the rogues?" "The strangers are the victims. The rogues are the attackers according to our source so we are definitely saving the stranger," he replied to me and I couldn't help but nod my head. "Have our warriors pick up their weapons and move now. Come with me!" I then said and stood up to leave my pack. One of the reasons I was going to get involved is because this war is happening close to my borders and can extend to something more serious that could affect my pack but either way, I was looking to save the strangers involved.

“Some of them… we don’t trust entirely, but they’re necessary for business.” Amelia flipped through the pages, her brows furrowing at the names and photographs attached to each profile. She recognized some of them as ordinary businessmen that she had their files before. Who would have thought that such men belonged in such acts? Some men exuded power and authority, their eyes cold and calculating. Others had the appearance of respectable businessmen, but Mike’s subtle warnings told her otherwise. “Who do we dislike, then?” Amelia asked, lifting her gaze to meet his. Mike let out a dry chuckle. “That’s an even longer list. But the key names you should remember—” He paused, tapping on a partic

The way he looked at me sometimes, as if there was something more than just hatred and rivalry between us, made me question the narrative I had always believed. But those moments were fleeting, disappearing almost as quickly as they appeared. And now, this marriage, this arrangement, wasn’t about love or even mutual respect. It wasn’t about anything good or noble. It was about power, control, and, above all else, revenge. And I was just a pawn in the game, a piece to be moved and manipulated according to Lucas’s grand design.

Eva shied away from his gaze and eyes, feeling the beauty of the place. She can't believe that such a place exists. “What's the mystery about this hidden place, Henry?“ She was so curious to know, and with the way she was still looking around the environment, Henry smiled at her. “Eva, the mystery behind this place is love and hate.“ He sounded so cool. “What is it all about?“ Eva felt she should know everything.“Do you want to hear a story?“ He asked her, and she nodded her head in response to his question.He held her hand as he began to tell her the story. “Hatred and love were the definitions of a family. A father had three sons; he hated two and loved one." He paused and bet his lip.

From strangers. From survivors.