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80. The alpha's Arrival.
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Living with the Enemy. 81. Erased from their lives.
Erased from their lives. Sofia. I was pulled along forcefully by the men, feeling dizzy and confused as I tried to gather my thoughts. It was hard to believe what was happening to me. Just moments ago, I was trapped in a psychiatric hospital, constantly monitored by doctors and nurses. And now, I found myself being taken to an old, deserted train station by a group of men led by a mysterious man named Bruno Amato. My heart raced as we finally reached the abandoned train station. The walls were peeling, and the air smelled of decay. I looked around, trying to make sense of my surroundings, but my mind felt hazy and slow. The cold breeze brushed against my skin, and the rusty train tracks emitted an eerie sound as we walked towards our destination. The men brought me to a dark and damp corner of the station, and suddenly, Bruno spoke up. His voice grated on my already frazzled nerves. He ordered one of his men to get water, and to my horror, he poured the entire bucket over my head. I
Living with the Enemy. 82. Let go of the past.
Deangelo. I had been back for a week now and things were starting to fall back into place. The house had resumed its usual routine. I had just finished reading a report from one of my clients when I heard a burst of energy coming from outside my study. I looked up to see my five-year-old son, Diego, sprinting into the room with a huge grin on his face. I could not help but smile at the sight of my son's excitement. "Dad, Dad, guess what?" Diego exclaimed, breathless from his sprint, his eyes wide with anticipation. "What is it, Diego?" I asked, setting aside my work. "My new friend invited me to a carnival in town tonight!" Diego exclaimed, jumping up and down. My smile faded, replaced with a look of concern. I was always nervous about letting my children out of the house except it had to do with somewhere close enough or school generally, especially with the recent security threats. However, before I could even express his doubts, Elena walked into the study behind Diego. "Dieg
Living with the Enemy. 83. Andrew's House.
Mia. My heart raced in my chest as I sat at the dinner table, anxiously fidgeting with the napkin in my lap. The weight of my deceit weighed heavily on my conscience, and I couldn't shake the guilt that consumed me. I had lied to my dad, telling him I was going to a friend's house to work on a group project, but instead, I found myself sitting at Andrew's house, sharing a meal with his parents. When Andrew first invited me, my anxiety soared. I knew his mom had a disapproving attitude towards me, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was merely there to be judged and criticized. However, Andrew insisted that his mom was difficult with everyone, and he reassured me that she wouldn't even remember the names of half the students she had punished. I couldn't help but retort that she would likely remember me since Andrew had defended me against her in the past. But Andrew's pouting and guilt-tripping wore me down, and I eventually gave in to his persistence. Now, sitting at the dinner
Living with the Enemy. 84. Raising the kids the wrong way.
Deangelo.My grip tightened around the steering wheel as I stared at the road ahead, lost in thought. The witch's words continued to echo in my mind, urging me to let go of the past and embrace happiness. I felt a sudden urge to act upon her words, and so I reached into my pocket and pulled out a phone. It was my late wife's phone, the only thing I had kept of hers since she passed away. Despite storing away all of her other belongings, I had clung to this phone, carrying it with me everywhere I went. In a way, it feels like a part of her is still with him. I turned it over in my hand, tracing the outline of the device with my thumb.Meanwhile, Diego and William had decided to turn their little fun evening into a sleepover at William's house. Luca and some of the men had gone with them, secretly watching over them to ensure their safety. The boys were loud and full of energy, but in the quiet of the car, Elena and I seemed to be lost in our own thoughts now that we were returning home
Living with the Enemy. 85. You are Grounded.
Deangelo.My heart was pounding against my chest as I struggled to control my anger. The image of my innocent little girl with some boy, who probably had no real feelings for her, kept playing in my mind. I tried to take deep breaths to calm myself, but my blood was boiling with rage. Suddenly, I heard the sound of the front door opening, and I knew that Mia and Andrew had returned. As the pair walked in, swinging their hands and laughing, my eyes locked onto Andrew, and I knew instantly that this was the boy who had captured my daughter's heart. I let out a rough laugh, causing the couple to stop in their tracks. The phone in my hand felt like a hot coal, burning through my fingers. I could feel the weight of my late wife's memory pressing down on me, and I wondered if I had failed her. My daughter's voice echoed in my mind, and I could not shake off the feeling that was losing her.Elena stepped forward, trying to calm me down, but I brushed her aside with a fierce look. I was to
Living with the Enemy. 86. Daughters and the hell they bring.
Deangelo. It had been two exhausting and agonizing days since the intense argument with my daughter, Mia. She had retreated to her room, shutting herself off from the world, refusing to eat or go to school. The weight of guilt and remorse crushed me, as I couldn't shake off the haunting image of her tear-stained face and heart-wrenching sobs. To clear my mind and find solace, I sought refuge in the fields, working alongside Luca, my loyal and trusted companion. He attempted to lighten the atmosphere with a lighthearted joke about facing our problems head-on instead of avoiding them. However, his attempt at humor only fueled my anger and bitterness, which were still smoldering within me. In a fit of rage, I lost control and grabbed Luca by the collar, forcefully pushing him away. It happened so abruptly and violently that Luca stumbled and fell to the ground, struggling to catch his breath. Standing over him, fists clenched, I battled to rein in my emotions and regain control. Looki
Living with the Enemy. 87. A passionate kiss.
Deangelo. I had been drinking a lot that night. I stumbled through the dark hallway, still feeling the effects of the wine I had been drinking with father earlier. I stumbled towards Mia's room, my steps unsteady and my mind hazy. I knocked on her door, calling out to her, but she refused to let me in. Her voice was muffled, but I could hear the anger and hurt in it. I knew that I had to find a way to talk to her, to make her understand. Mia's voice cut through the air, harsh and angry. "Go away!" she yelled from inside. Undeterred, I refused to give up. I walked around the house and peered up at the second-story window of Mia's room. True enough, she had forgotten to lock it. A small smile crept across my face as I climbed up onto the windowsill and pushed the window open. Mia whirled around when she heard the sound of the window sliding open. She grabbed a nearby stick and pointed it at me, demanding that I leave immediately. But I was not one to back down from a challenge. I la
Living with the Enemy. 88. Like Teenagers.
Elena. I have always been a practical and level-headed person, but the excitement I felt from my secret romance with Deangelo made me feel young and full of energy. It was like being in a thrilling spy movie, always looking for hidden spots where we could have some private time. At night, we would sneak around the house like teenagers, searching for quiet places where we could be alone without anyone noticing. Sometimes, it was the kitchen, where we would sit on the counter and kiss passionately, savoring the stolen moments. Other times, it was in Deangelo's study, surrounded by books and papers, where we would talk for hours, discussing everything and nothing at all. Those moments felt incredibly special, as if it was just the two of us in the whole world. I couldn't believe how much I enjoyed the thrill of sneaking around like a teenager, keeping our blossoming relationship with Deangelo hidden from the rest of the family. Every secret kiss we shared felt exhilarating, adding a se
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