Novel & Cerita Who Needs Enemies When You Have Family

Her voice trembled now, raw, exposed, stripped of all pride. "Everything was because of you. You took care of me, you showed me love. All these years, I built my life around you. I didn't want to lose you to anyone. I can't... especially not to her. Adaline is your enemy. The blood of her father runs in her. Don't forget what you said. It was just the two of us. Just the two of us." Ronan sighed, the weight of it all settling heavily in the air.

I mused that perhaps my absence from the Independence Day trip was precisely what he desired; after all, I had always been the odd one out in the family while growing up. Mom scowled at me and snapped, "You brat! What are you still standing there for? Why are you making such a fuss when it's just a bit of your money? You'd probably be on the streets by now if it weren't for us raising you! "You're truly ungrateful for being so petty with your own family! You shouldn't have been born in the first place!" It was that same line again—that a family shouldn't be so petty with each other. I was expected to let the entire family bleed me dry, and if I refused, I was the one being small-minded.

The bounty hunters, they were the enemy and not family. At least, for now.

“Then stop pushing me away every time I try to come close. You keep claiming to care, to want family, but the moment I act like a sister, you shut me out. It is not like I wanted you as my enemy. I was raised to see you as an enemy. I only stood against all of that when I saw you really were what you all really were, what he was and what he is. If I had another choice, I would have made it. I did not. At that time I thought that he was my one family and at that time he was my one family. Now allow me to be part of your family. Because I do not belong to him, I do not belong to that darkness.” She looked down, the wind brushing strands of hair across her face. “It’s not that simple.” “I know

Three years is nothing compared to the twenty years I have suffered alone. The Romanos might have raised me, but it’s not the same. I have always carried a great need to be raised by my family. Things were simpler and less violent. The Romanos are just as bad as the Toranes. We are in business together because it is a means to a cause. An enemy of my enemy is a friend.

I remember, every time my family member or relative sat in a government position, I saw in their eyes the commitment to protect that position in any form of procedure. So everyone who speaks out, obstructs and opposes of their method or policy on how to run the government is an enemy. Enemies, even simple and unopposed citizens will speak. Enemies who must be confronted with violent ways to intimidate, set an example and spread fear to those who intend to oppose them. They can do all that easily because they have the armed forces in our province. There are also people and groups that support our family. That it is enough for them to be led by whoever is our family member or relative, just re

he explained. “Enemies like Michael?” He nodded his head. “There are many people in my family that I refuse to trust. You see, unlike your relationship with your family, I was always given an abundance of attention. More than I ever wanted or needed which left Michael feeling sorely undervalued and unappreciated.”

Adriano. As I sat here in the same room as my enemy, the only thing on my mind was that my brother was right. There's a saying: keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Enemies are easy to come by; they can appear in the form of friends, well-wishers, or even family. They aren't hard to find, especially when your current quest involves someone you despise. There's a thing called proper planning, and I consider myself a master at it. I never thought things would go wrong, but I had a backup plan ready before coming here.

“Scratch that. Someone is trying to take you down and they are doing it one stain at a time.” “Who the hell could that be?” I wondered aloud. “Aside from my family, that is.” “Who knows? You have more enemies than the hairs on your head.” He shrugged. “You’ve got a pretty thick mane, so that’s quite telling.” He was right. I had gained many of my enemies by simply being an Arciero. No matter where I stood in my family, there would always be someone trying to take my life. All the feathers I had ruffled creating my empire were just bonuses.

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