When My Family Became My Enemy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He spoke to me like he was talking to a little girl. I nodded, feeling my lower lip tremble. “You’re mean,” I pouted. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to the beach, and when I get back, I want to see my room normal again. We’re enemies here, I get it, but outside, it’ll be like we’re the best friends in the world.” I patted his shoulder. “I don’t see you as my enemy, Amanda. You see me as a threat because of everything with the trial, I know, but I’m just trying to do the right thing,” he said seriously.

For the rest of your life. The words slammed into my brain and fucking shocked me. I let out a sardonic breath, hating that it had finally happened to me. I wanted one thing that had been refused to me my entire life. A real fucking family. My parents’ marriage was a joke. Fighting and screaming. Cheating. Scenes and scandals. And then I got a taste of my own disaster with my ex. Cheating. Scandal. Destruction. Until one good thing came out of it. Or I thought.

Standing under the low hum of the kitchen lights, she read it twice. You think you have won. You have not. You have made an enemy of a man who has operated in this city for thirty years and who knows things about this family your husband has never seen. I won't be finished by a regulatory inquiry, nor silenced by a trap that took four days to build. You have until the end of the week to contact me. After that, I go to a different publication with a different story. One that doesn't require acquisition data. One that will be considerably harder for Caiden Wolfe to manage.

“Don’t defend her, Ryan. Not now. I trusted her, and she turned out to be my enemy. I can’t afford enemies.” The room grew tense until Damian’s phone buzzed across the desk. His father’s name lit up the screen. He hesitated, jaw tight, before finally answering. “Damian,” his father’s voice thundered, sharp as a whip. “What the hell am I hearing about the shareholder reveal? You let some young girl take the spotlight while you sat there like a fool?” Damian swallowed hard. “Father, I….” “You what?” His father’s fury escalated. “You’re supposed to be my heir, the next in line to expand our empire. Instead, you’re chasing shadows and women while someone else builds power under your nose. You ar

The weight of tension filled the room. She sat still, not to let her hands shake like leaves in her lap. "Papa," she greeted, trying to make her voice steady. Her father nodded curtly, taking her presence into acknowledgment as he dove head-first into the matter at hand. "Word just came that the Romano family is making a play against our territory." Dislike oozed from every word, and Emilia's blood ran cold at every utterance of their competitor's name. The Romani had always been that sore festering over here in their own country; anything the Romani might threaten was something taken very seriously indeed. As the full weight of her father's words at last began to sink in properly, her stoma

But now, seeing Ryan so stubbornly unrepentant, the resentment and fury he'd bottled up finally erupted. "The public's already turning on Gabe and Harper—this is the perfect chance to ruin the Sullivan family's reputation and take the Delgado Group even further!" "But you—" he pointed, voice sharp—"you just have to throw it all away and side with our enemy. Are you planning to turn against your own family?" Enemy. Enemy. Ryan had heard that word since childhood. He'd had enough of it. Deep down, he was disgusted. Looking at his father—his eyes sharp, calculating, every word obsessed with the family's fortunes—Ryan felt none of the respect or admiration he once held. Only a biting, cold sarca

“We first met in high school. Our families were enemies, so of course, we were enemies too. I hated him at first. But then everything changed. My family almost went bankrupt. Suddenly, I lost everything—friends, security, respect. The friends I thought I had abandoned me. No one stayed.” Her eyes grew far away as she spoke. “One day I was sitting in class, crying. He came to sit next to me. Even though he was supposed to be my enemy, I couldn’t push him away. I needed comfort. That was the start. Slowly, we became close. Later, he told me he wanted to help my family. But his father had one condition: I had to marry him. “Romano’s father wanted the enemy’s daughter close, under his roof. If a

As I lost consciousness, I heard Gio’s wicked chuckle. In this cruel world, family is your worst enemy.

I let her face me. "You wants to kill me? Then stand up." But even how she tried to stand up, she cannot move any single bit. My punch is that too hard I guess? Well how dare them do something bad about my family? How dare them to meddle with my own family? How thick their face could be after everything they have done? So much pain. So much heartaches. And so much revelation. How can a friend turned to an enemy? How can she cannot be guilty after everything?