When My Family Became My Enemy Novels & Stories

Shitty conservatives, shitty sperm doesn't make you worthy, a mediocre pension doesn't make you any better and certainly a picture smiling next to your kids means nothing. I close the laptop screen, irritated, at risk of breaking the device, and jump out of my chair, feeling my skin heat up with anger. I run my fingers through the strands of my hair, messing up the fucking hairstyle I didn't even do. I walk restless, knowing that my enemy has regained his strength and is at his peak. Okay, taking down Alencar wasn't enough. So let's get to your Achilles heel. Family. A smile forms on my face and I pull my cell phone out of my left pocket, dialing the detective I hired directly.

Outside, I sit on a low wall, phone resting uselessly in my hand. I don’t need to lie to myself anymore. I do have enemies. People who smiled while taking things from me. People who called betrayal love and obligation loyalty. People who shared my blood and taught me, slowly and thoroughly, that blood means nothing when it is used as leverage. Family, I have learned, is not defined by proximity or name. And hatred does not always arrive loud or hot. Sometimes it settles quietly, patiently, waiting for permission. I think of Tiana’s question again.

“My family’s safe, ma’am. You, on the other hand, are not.” He wasn’t wrong. If anything, I was far from safe. Brooke wanted me dead, and after having her arrested just yesterday, I was certain she’d want revenge. Dad might want me dead, too, considering the law suit I had sent his way. In a world with billions of people, I somehow managed to collect more enemies than friends as time passed. “Thank you,” I responded softly. His smile widened, then his eyes lit up like he remembered something. “Please hold on, ma’am.”

As he turned to sit, his eyes found mine,and that stupid smirk returned. Great. Just great. I was in enemy territory… and apparently, the enemy was family.

The family whose eldest sons I killed, and father because I assumed they were the reason behind the death of my parents, I was misled, fed the wrong information and because of that, I have new enemies and haven’t yet found the ones after the death of my parents I planned to kill everyone in their family, but Andrew De Marcus and Killan the Marcus were not in the city, I had no idea where they were and I didn’t want to wait any longer, I had the opportunity to kill both eldest sons and their father and I took it. Ever since then, I have been the biggest enemy of the De Marcus family. They are one of the oldest families and strongest, we have a good alliance until I ruined it, they attended ev

He burst out laughing, his laughter echoing loudly as he glared at me. “Silvio Castillo, if my family ever faces any more disgrace or misrepresentation from the mafia, know that I will become your enemy, and I will fight to dismantle everything you have built, along with your family,” he screamed in fury, appearing almost deranged, and I stood there, the rage in his eyes conveying everything. Everything that had transpired up to this point was his family's doing; they manipulated every situation. Now the rest of the mafia was turning against them, and I couldn’t even utter a word in their defense because I knew it would be for the best if they were gone.

I called, succeeding in halting his steps, but he didn't turn to me. "Thank you for helping me." I whispered, trying to fight back the tears. How did we end up on opposite sides in this war? As kids we were so close and now we were as close as enemies. "Don't get used to it. The next time we meet we will be on opposite sides and I will try to kill you." He spoke coldly. "How did we get here? To this point where we are on opposite sides. Tu eres mi sangre, Tu eres mi familia." I say to him, hoping I could reach him somehow. I knew the loving and sweet cousin I knew was still there.

How could I marry into the same family that killed my mother? She risked everything for me growing up. I had always hated Leonardo for abandoning us. But it seems the Mancini's were the real devils. My sobs turned to laughter. How could I have felt betrayal towards my enemy? How did I even think that they were my family?

I didn't realize tears were streaming down my cheeks. “I'm okay,” I whispered back. “Just... a bad dream.” “If you need to talk, I'm here, okay? We're family now.” Family. That word made my chest hurt even more. “Thank you, Claire,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. But deep down, I knew the bitter truth: I wasn't part of their family. I was an enemy hiding among them. I was a traitor. And worst of all—I was doing all this for a man who didn't even love me. A man who only saw me as a tool to achieve his obsession.

"You have talent, Elara. Real talent. We're going to make sure the world sees it, and we're going to make sure they can never touch you again." I looked around the room at the faces of my family, at the people who had been watching me from afar, waiting for me to find my way back to them, and something shifted inside me, something that had been broken for so long I had forgotten what it felt like to be whole. For the first time in years, I had a support system, people who believed in me and were willing to fight beside me. The weight of my loneliness lifted from my shoulders as I finally allowed myself to believe that maybe, just maybe, I could do this.