When My Family Became My Enemy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My father once stated, "The enemy of your enemy is an ally. While wearing a backplate to protect yourself, work with them. Once they help remove your enemy, decide if they are your own enemy." I never understood it at the time. My father sometimes liked to talk in riddles, especially about war games, but it was ringing true now. This rogue pack was the enemy of my enemy, and although I knew not to let my guard down with them, I could use their assaults on Trinity Falls Pack as a crux to gain my own vengeance against those indebted to me.

She didn’t need the details. She walked toward me slowly. “Done?” she asked. “For now.” She nodded. Outside, the kids’ laughter drifted faintly from the backyard. Alive. Safe. Andrea had said I had too many enemies. Maybe I did. But I also had something she never understood. Something she never valued. Family that chose each other. That fought together. That didn’t hide behind legacy. If more enemies came— They would find me ready. Not alone. And not looking away.

his words hit me like a sledgehammer and he took two steps towards me but stopped, "That's why." Enemy? He was the one who killed my family and I'm an enemy? "I hope that answers your questions. Your father's treachery cost me my loved ones. You? You are nothing but a perfect tool and object for revenge. Until I get what I want from you....until I'm done with you, you are bound to me."

The images of his parents' brutal death still haunted him deeply, lingering in his mind like shadows that refused to disappear. For years, hatred had been the only thing keeping him steady. Hatred for the people responsible. Hatred for the family that had taken everything from him. Yet as he stood there in front of the workshop, another realization crept quietly into his thoughts. One that unsettled him even more. Instead of hating the enemy's daughter, he was slowly softening toward her and developing feelings he was not s supposed to have.

If they had poisoned his father, they might be either close enough to the family to be able to pull that off or they might have an insider in the house working for them. I cringed at the thought of an enemy within. My mum would always tell me to be mindful of the people around me because when an enemy can't get you themselves, they get you through your friends, workers, and even colleagues. I shut my eyes as it hit close; my entire family had experienced it firsthand. My father's enemy, Alpha Raphael, had gotten through to all of them through me. It still hurts every single time I think about it. I had lost everything dear to me once before; I won't let it happen again. I must do everything

Never even drove myself. I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Dario. The room felt smaller with him in it. He didn’t move, didn’t speak at first—just watched me with that same steady gaze that had once made my teenage heart do stupid, reckless things. Family turned foe, that was his identity. The same man who watched me grow, who loved my family as we did him, my father’s best friend now turned enemy. “So,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “This is why the house is full of strangers.”

"Alright. I'll tell you what I can. I am not your enemy. I'm not your friend either. There was a breach somewhere, but it wasn't the breach. You're correct, they got help from inside, but it wasn't me." "Then who was it?" Ï can't tell you that, you have to figure it out on your own because even if I told you, you wouldn't believe me. Your enemy is really close. "What do you mean?" "You'll find out eventually. The truth would always come out. Until then, watch your back. Sometimes, those whom we call family inflict the deepest wounds." "Watch your mouth!" I snarled. "If you think my family would betray me, you're mistaken."

Did you finally hear me? Or so I thought. I believed everything would be okay from that moment on. But I was wrong. God wasn’t done with us yet. A month after I was finally home with my wife and son, they were taken from me. My enemies used them as bait—just like Father’s enemies did to us so long ago. I’m not like him. I’ll burn down the world, sacrifice everything I have—even myself—to keep my family safe.

"I'd love to meet your family, Delilah and I also want to introduce you to my family now. Officially as mine..." "Do you think they will accept me after everything?" I asked because I don't know... I have never gotten along with his family and friends. Bianca and Evangeline were nice but I wasn't really looking for friendship when I had last met them and after what my father did to Bianca and her husband, I doubt they will welcome me back with open arms. "You never did anything to them," he said. "I'm the enemy's daughter." "You were the enemy's daughter, now you're mine. It's different."

“Unless he changed. What’s your deal with him, anyway?” “He almost killed my men.” My jaw dropped. “Well, shit. So we have a common enemy, after all. An enemy of my enemy is my friend. Isn’t that what they say?” “Who killed your parents?” “I don’t wanna talk about it.”