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Living with the Enemy. 91. Portraits of Elena.
Salvatore. As I stood in my study, completely enthralled by the breathtaking sunset, I could not help but be mesmerized by the stunning view before me. The sky was painted in a mesmerizing mix of colors, with hues of orange, pink, and purple blending together seamlessly. The sun itself was a fiery ball of orange, slowly sinking below the horizon. The rays of the sun shone directly into my study, casting a warm glow on my face. I could feel the heat of the sun on my skin, and I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation. In the distance, the majestic mountains stood proudly, their outlines clearly visible against the backdrop of the sunset. Even the trees in my garden seemed to come alive, their leaves rustling in the evening breeze while bathed in the sun's golden glow. But I could not continue to pay more heed to the picturesque scene. My attention was solely focused on Elena's portrait, which hung on the wall in front of me. It was a large, enlarged portrait, framed in an ornate gol
Living with the Enemy. 92. Her Favourite Ferrari.
Mia. The moment I entered Andrew's living room, the first thing that stroke me was the grand nature of the space. The ceiling was high and adorned with intricate crown molding, giving the room a sense of grandeur. The walls were painted a pale blue color, with large windows allowing plenty of natural light to flood the room. It was dotted with potted plants, adding a touch of nature and life to the otherwise sophisticated space. The curtains were made of a sheer white fabric, billowing gently in the breeze coming from the open windows. These are details that I was unable to very much notice the last time I came, due to his mother of course. While Andrew and I sat on the couch in the living room, I couldn't help but keep noticing how excited he was about my dad. He had been talking nonstop about how cool he was and how much he admired him. I couldn't blame him though, my dad was pretty amazing. He was a cool and handsome man according to the societal standards and also a huge footbal
Living with the Enemy. 93. Being an Amato.
Elena. I couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that something was off between Deangelo and me. Whenever he was around, there was a palpable tension in the air. His responses to my questions had become short and distant, and he avoided making eye contact with me. It felt as if a barrier had been erected between us, and I couldn't help but blame myself for it. I tried to reason with myself that perhaps it was for the best. Our relationship had always been a complicated one, with Deangelo being a Ferrari and me being an Amato. It was a love that was never going to work, that is never meant to work even, and we constantly had to hide our feelings from the pack. If he even got to know about who I really was, it was going to go down sea. But despite all of that, I couldn't help the way I felt about him. And now, with him avoiding me, I could not help but wonder if our love was worth it in the end. Was it all just a fleeting moment of happiness that was bound to end in heartbreak? I tried t
Living with the Enemy. 94. Dress to Kill.
Elena.I felt a mix of relief and apprehension when Camilla confronted me about my “illness”. I was relieved that I did not have to keep up the charade any longer, but I was also worried about what Camilla would think if I told her the truth.“I know you’re not really sick,” Camilla said, her eyes piercing into mine. “What’s really going on, Elena?”I bit my lip, trying to come up with an excuse, but I know that Camilla won’t buy it. She had always been able to read me like a book. “I can’t tell you,” I finally admitted. “It’s just… personal.”Camila nodded, a look of understanding on her face. “I get it. But you can’t stay cooped up in your room forever. One of my friends is having a party tonight and you’re coming with us.”I opened my mouth to protest, but Camila cut me off.“Trust me, you need this. You need to let loose and have some fun.”I sighed, knowing that she was right. I could not keep moping around in my room, waiting for Deangelo to come and talk to me. It was time to m
Living with the Enemy. 95. New Allies.
Mia.My day had been going fairly well until that moment. I had even been excited to see Andrew after school, eager to share with him the news of my upcoming ballet dance. As I waited for him outside the cafeteria, my stomach grumbled impatiently, reminding me of the snacks that Mrs. Cali had packed for me. But I didn't want to eat without Andrew. So, I stood there, trying to ignore the gnawing hunger, my eyes scanning the crowded hallway for any sign of him.Suddenly, someone grabbed me from behind, and before I could even react, I felt a sharp push that sent me tumbling forward. My carefully packed lunch spilled onto the ground, scattering my sandwich, fruit, and chips in every direction. I stumbled to regain my balance, only to come face to face with the smirking girl who had attacked me. It was a girl I had never even noticed before, and I had a sinking feeling that things were about to get much worse.I had been so focused on waiting for Andrew that she had not even noticed the g
Living with the Enemy. 96. Have a thing for Elena.
Sofia. I tiptoed through the sprawling halls of the grand Ferrari mansion, my heart pounding in my chest. The risk I was taking weighed heavily on my mind. The Amato pack had me in their grasp, threatening to send me back to the asylum if I didn't provide them with valuable information about Deangelo's plans. I had a mere week to come up with substantial details, and the pressure was suffocating. I always prided myself on my intelligence and resourcefulness, but this was uncharted territory for me. The stakes were high, and failure would have dire consequences. Bruno Amato, the leader of the pack, was not a man to be underestimated. I had heard tales of his merciless nature and how he dealt with those who crossed him. I had no intention of becoming another cautionary tale. My mind was in a constant state of turmoil as I scoured every nook and cranny for anything that could be useful to the Amato pack. Drawers and cabinets were rifled through, my hands frantically searching for any d
Living with the Enemy. 97. I like you, Elena.
Elena.I couldn't sleep. My mind was racing with thoughts of Salvatore, Deangelo, and everything that was going on around me. I turned and tossed in my bed, but nothing seemed to help me drift off. I checked the time on my phone; it was past midnight. I knew I had to do something to tire myself out, or else I'd be up all night.I got out of bed and went to my closet, pulling out my swimsuit. The mansion had an indoor swimming pool that was open twenty four hours, and I figured a swim might just do the trick. I quickly changed into my swimsuit and made my way to the pool area. The room was dimly lit, with the only source of light coming from the pool. As I approached the pool, I could feel the cool breeze on my skin and the sound of the water gently splashing. I approached the pool quietly, hoping not to disturb anyone who might be sleeping. But then, I was surprised to find Luca swimming laps in the pool with such fervor, his strokes sharp and precise, as though he was trying to outr
Living with the Enemy. 98. A Teenage Date.
Deangelo. I picked Elena up at my door, looking dashing as much as I could in a crisp white shirt and a pair of perfectly fitted jeans. I felt a flutter in my chest at the sight of her, but I quickly suppressed it. I could not afford to get too invested in this. I always remind myself that this was just a game we're playing, one that might be over soon and I could not afford to loose myself in it, not again. I still had my guard up as much as I could let it, so while Elena was thinking that I was giving her a silent treatment because of our last outing, I was actually trying so hard to keep to myself, I was trying so hard not to run into her arms at the slightest discomfort. I was feeling like this was getting too deep, like I was getting way out of control more than I should let myself be, I was getting very distracted. Heck, I had even said that I would like to let the pack know about us as soon as we got together, I am so whipped and it scares the hell out of me, I started to fee
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