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The thought of leaving this hell-calling home supposed to make me happy and unleeched from the chain instead, I felt worse. I was getting married to someone I hadn't met before and the fact that they were enemies with my family, made me even more bitter. Aware of the bad blood they have with my family would make them treat me like a slave or even worse and the thought of it made me shiver. Lost in my dilemma, my elder sister spoke, "But Mom, doesn't this mean that we will be inlaws with our enemy?" Veronica asked my mother and then, a knowing evil smirk that I was used to seeing crept her lips as she sipped the glass of wine she had been holding since the beginning of this marriage discussio

Only then did either of them speak again. “Twenty years,” Nathaniel said, staring at the case file spread across his desk, a decade of falsified rivalry laid out in cold financial records. “Twenty years of believing my father hated yours because of some old business dispute. Twenty years of being taught to see your family as the enemy, and none of it was even real.”

Uncontrollable tears rolled down her face as she gazed upon the man who was now a stranger. "He was my son and I loved him. But he was weak. His failure led to this moment and now, you are following his path" He seethed, glaring hard at her. "Everything I have done has been for our family's future, and this is how you repay me? By siding with the enemy?" "You are the only enemy!"

he said. "Oh my Gosh! How can they be so cruel. So you served someone else's sentence?" She asked. "I did. Hence, my family and I are not in a good terms. Again I'll warn you, if you ever , ever, ever get in good terms with any of my family members, then I'm consider you an enemy. And when I'm about destroying them for the misery they caused me in the past, don't even think I'll spare you?" "Ha ha... I don't even know any of your families, how can I get close with them?" She asked.

My reaction still remained emotionless and I responded to him afterwards. “The Red Moon Pack is our enemy, I will take note of that.” I mumbled. The smirk on my father's lips widened in happiness after he heard those words coming from me. He was delighted by those words and, somewhat, I felt hesitated about it. It seems like my inner self wants to contrast about it, but I did my best to remove the doubts from me. My father is my family, and the rest of his enemies were also my enemies.

Yet, I had ordered my men to never lay a finger on her. Just then, I felt a small tap on my shoulder. It was Enzo. I looked up at him and realized that I had been asked a question. "Hmm," I asked them. "We wanted to know...." They began to ask but I cut them short. "You are now part of the family. All your enemies are our enemies. That also means you cannot make any decisions without my knowledge. All your problems are mine. I never abandon mine. Your families are now mine." I told them knowing that was what they wanted to know.

I was nothing more than a fly. My mother and I became a burden. No one stepped forward to help us. Not even my father’s friends. Friends—excuse me. Family members. They were the cruelest people I had ever known. That was when I truly understood the saying: your enemies are right under your nose. When my father was alive, he loved them all. He helped some of them become who they were. But when we needed them the most, they all turned their backs on us. Three and a half years ago, my life shifted again. My mother remarried a filthy rich CEO. I moved in with her, hoping things would finally change.

“I will not. You can bury me under a hundred security guards if it makes you sleep better at night, but I am not going home.” His jaw flexed, but his voice remained steady. “I don’t care if you hate me for it. I’d rather have you alive. You’re my only real family, Bianca. Our parents” — he exhaled sharply — “you know they don’t care. Not like we do. We’ve had each other’s backs since you were old enough to walk. That’s never going to change.” That did it. The fight drained from my body, and the pressure in my chest cracked open. Tears burned my eyes, then spilled over.

she said. "Please be my witnesses. From this moment on, I, Adora Matthews, cut every tie with this family. They are no longer my parents, my brother, or my relatives. We are strangers. No, worse than strangers. "We are enemies. Enemies who will never share the same sky." After her declaration, one of the officers frowned and asked, "You’re family?" Adora laughed coldly, standing tall like a victor surveying the battlefield. "We used to be. But from this moment forward. We're nothing."