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82. Let go of the past.
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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
Living with the Enemy. 89. Here to see Deangelo.
Sofia. My heart pounded as I approached the Ferrari residence. The anticipation of seeing Deangelo again after what felt like forever churned my stomach. This moment had been the culmination of days of planning and following Bruno's instructions meticulously. His men had even driven me as close to the compound as they could without arousing suspicion before dropping me off. Now, I was on my own. The Ferrari residence stood before me in all its grandeur. It was an enormous mansion with multiple wings and tall columns. It looked more like an estate than a mere house. The garden surrounding it was immaculately maintained, with rows of vibrant flowers and neatly trimmed shrubs. The entire property was enclosed by a high fence and guarded by formidable men. I felt tiny and insignificant in the face of such wealth and power. Taking a deep breath, I tried to gather my nerves. I reminded myself that I was doing this for Deangelo, for our love, and for our future together. Approaching the g
Living with the Enemy. 90. Sofia is back.
Elena. I watched nervously as Sofia stepped through the threshold of our house, her grip tight on a small, weathered suitcase. Memories of the past flooded my mind, reminding me of the trouble she had caused before. Sofia had always viewed me as a rival, even when all I wanted was to be her friend. And now, here she stood, returning to our home as if nothing had ever happened. As I greeted her with a forced smile, I couldn't help but notice her meticulously styled hair and perfectly manicured nails. It was as if she had stepped out of a fashion magazine, her appearance dazzling and polished. It struck me how effortlessly she carried herself, oozing confidence and an air of superiority. It was no wonder people were drawn to her. I cautiously offered to assist Sofia in getting settled into her new room, which was located in a secluded part of the house. Madam Beatrice, always the fashion enthusiast, had claimed Sofia's old room for her ever-growing collection of designer items. It see
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