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104. Petty Deals.
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Mia. I was sitting in math class, trying to solve a difficult equation when the intercom buzzed. “Mia Ferrari, please come to the principal’s office,” the receptionist said. I felt my heart drop. What could I have possibly done wrong? I hadn’t been in any trouble recently. I gathered my books and walked to the door, feeling the eyes of my classmates following me. I could see the curiosity in their faces, but I ignored it and continued on my way. Why was I being summoned to the principal's office? I hadn't done anything wrong, had I? As I walked down the hallway towards the principal's office, I felt a knot forming in my stomach. Close to reaching the principal's office, an unsettling sensation gripped me. Why was I being summoned to the principal's office? I hadn't done anything wrong, had I? Could it be a consequence of the recent altercation with those girls during lunch? Or perhaps there was an entirely different explanation altogether? Despite my efforts to reassure myself tha
Living with the Enemy. 106. Someone spying on me.
Deangelo. I sat at my desk, my mind swirling with thoughts of betrayal and espionage. It was clear to me that someone within my organization or pack had leaked the details of our deal with the Philippine government. But who was it? And how had they gained access to such confidential information? Luca had been out investigating all day, and now he sat before me with a file in his hands. I looked up at him, eager to hear what he had uncovered. "Well?" I asked, my voice low and steady. Luca cleared his throat, "Based on my findings, it was a young man who recently joined the pack that had leaked the information." I felt a jolt of anger surge through me. How could someone be so careless with such sensitive information? And why would they do something so foolish? I stood up and began pacing back and forth, my mind racing with questions. "Who is he? What's his name?" I demanded. Luca flipped open the file and read out the name, "His name is Michael Ramirez. He's been working at the par
Living with the Enemy. 107: My decision was Final.
DEANGELO. I sat at the home bar with my father, sipping on a glass of whiskey. We were discussing business, but the conversation took an unexpected turn when father brought up Elena. I wasn't sure how he knew, but I wasn't surprised. My father always had a way of finding out things he shouldn't, one would think he stalks me even. "I know you and that girl are an item now," Father said, taking a swig of his own drink. "and I can not bring myself to understand why any sane person would decide to go down the same lane twice! Especially for someone you literally found like some rat in your bathroom, she is literally a nobody and could drop you in a twinkle of an eye if she was given the opportunity to. Something just does not sit right with me about that girl and I do not know why you do not see it either!" I bristled at the insult. I knew that Elena was nothing like what father described her as. How dare him insult Elena like that? She was more than just a girl to me for fuck’s sake. S
Living with the Enemy. 109. More of your Brain.
ELENA. Diego was in a foul mood today. He had gotten into a fight with his friend William over a toy and had promised never to speak to him again. I sat him down and asked him to tell me what happened. Diego’s eyes were downcast, and he fidgeted nervously with his fingers. I could tell that he was upset, and I needed to reassure him that everything was going to be okay. “William took my toy car and refused to give it back,” he said, his voice filled with frustration. I could see why Diego was upset, but I also knew that this was a small matter that could easily be resolved with an apology. “That sounds very frustrating, Diego,” I replied, nodding my head in understanding. “But is it worth losing a friend over?” Diego shook his head, “No, but I really wanted my toy back and when he refused to let me have it, I shouted at him.” "I think you should apologize to William for getting angry with him," I suggested. Diego looked at me skeptically, "But he was the one who took my toy!" "
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Living with the Enemy. 109. Stalker at the supermarket.
Elena. Walking into the supermarket alongside Camilla, a sense of unease washed over me, refusing to be shaken off. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, and I found myself constantly glancing over my shoulder, half-expecting to catch a glimpse of someone shadowing our every move. While I couldn't pinpoint the exact reason for this uneasiness, I knew it was connected to recent events that had unfolded. Camilla seemed to sense my unease, as she too wore an unsettled expression. It was clear that we both shared a heightened level of caution, knowing that it wasn't safe for us to be so exposed, especially after the alpha's warning about the Amato pack's search for members of our own pack, including Camilla and myself. I made an effort to focus on the task at hand—assisting Camilla with the shopping. I surveyed the faces of fellow shoppers, searching for any signs of suspicion or danger, but found nothing out of the ordinary. Our objective was to collect the necessary groceries
Living with the Enemy. 110. Sofia's Lies.
Elena. I slowly opened the door to Diego's room and peered inside. The room was dark, except for a small night light on his bedside table. I tiptoed closer to his bed and saw that he was sound asleep. His tiny chest was rising and falling with each breath, and his hair was tousled around his face. I smiled softly and sat down next to him on the bed. I watched him for a few minutes, feeling a wave of affection for him wash over me. I couldn't believe how quickly he was growing up. It felt like only yesterday that I came in here as his nanny and he did not like me at all, and now he was so attached to me and even I feel like he is one of the best things I have ever gotten in my life. While I sat beside Diego, I gently ran my fingers through his hair, relishing its soft and silky texture. However, my tranquil moment was abruptly interrupted when he began thrashing and mumbling in his sleep. Concerned, I withdrew my hand and leaned back, observing him intently. In an instant, Diego's e
Living with the Enemy. 111. Playing his dead wife.
Sofia. I was feeling pretty good about myself as I strolled down the hallway towards Deangelo's office. I had successfully planted the seed of doubt in the kids’ mind about Elena, and I was sure that they would be giving her hard time henceforth and as for Mia, she would start having doubts about Elena too no matter her loyalty. Hence, Elena would soon be out of the picture, the mere thought of having Deangelo all to myself made my heart race. I could hear the sound of clinking glass and the smell of alcohol wafting out from under the door as I approached his office. I pushed it open to find Deangelo sitting at his desk, he was slumped in his chair, a bottle of alcohol in his hand, and his appearance was disheveled. His shirt was un-tucked, and his hair was messy, but even in that state, he looked incredibly handsome. Despite the alcohol, his eyes still held that spark of intelligence and strength that I admired in him. His defined jawline and broad shoulders made him look even more
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