BRIDE OF ENEMY (ENGLISH)

BRIDE OF ENEMY (ENGLISH)

Aries26

5.0
Comment(s)
39
View
13
Chapters

Tasya is a woman trapped with a Monster who looks like a god, Tasya never knew that the events that her father did had an impact on her which eventually made her a tool for the endless lust of a Monster named ALARIC ALVERO. "You're mine, until you die!"

Chapter 1 ONE

The handsome man in the black suit was kicking an older man in the stomach. The old man couldn't fight back anymore, as his body was about to crumble and his face was full of wounds.

"The cold-faced, handsome man took out a handgun under his coat and pointed the trigger at the old man's head. The old man just surrendered because this was the risk of embezzling money from the company. And the owner of the company was delivering death for him. When he wanted to release the trigger, a scream was heard from the doorway of a petite girl with straight hair and deep black eyes with a half-fearful soul who broke through the bodyguard who almost killed her father.

"Stop it." With a little courage, she stopped the man.

The man turned around and looked at the person who dared to stop him. Their eyes briefly met as she spoke again.

Please don't kill my father; just take your revenge on me. To do anything, I won't fight you." the woman sobbed because she couldn't see her father suffer.

"Huff, miss, I didn't expect you to be the son of this old fart." The man looked back at the old man, who was lying helpless due to the beating by Alaric's men.

"Are you sure you want to endure what this old fart did?" the man asked disdainfully at the woman in front of him.

''I'm sure whatever it is, I will bear it," the woman said very confidently, without thinking that the one in front of her was a demon.

"No, baby, you can't bear what my father did," the old man said to his son haltingly.

The woman just shook her head and smiled back to reassure her dad that she would be fine.

"What are you going to replace it with? I don't need a maid or a prostitute because I can pay them." The man said again to test what this weak woman in front of him would do.

Tasya raised her head with a little courage and left. The woman replied, "With my life, it will be yours."

"Okay, interesting enough, don't regret what you said; your life will now be mine." The man grinned. A grin that had a thousand meanings behind it.

With a little courage, the woman replied, "With my life, it will be yours."

"Don't regret what you said, your life will now be mine." The man grinned. A grin that had a thousand meanings behind it.

(Prolog)

*****

"You don't know what's in it for you. Just kill him, cut off his hands, and shoot him who dares to run away with my money." The man ordered his confidants to kill his insubordinate men. As if he could kill anyone who dared to oppose him.

He was a cold-blooded man, the most feared mafia member for his cruelty, and who knows how many lives died on his stairs? Unfortunately, he was a man who was created with good looks, like a Greek god.

With golden hair and eyes, and bright brown eyes that can even paralyze one's nerves when looking at him. A sharp nose with a strong jaw and lips that are red like Cherry's. Who would believe that he was a mobster? Even his face does not have everything that is in the character of a real mobster.

Let me emphasize that the mobster's name is Alaric Alvaro, a man who is quite mature because he is now 27 years old, an age that can be said to be quite young, and it can be said that he is quite successful. In addition to his work as a mobster, he also founded many nightclubs and hotels, and even his face is familiar to business people.

"Our boss killed Shawn on his orders, and we threw his body into the lake," the bald man in the black suit said with his head bowed.

"Fast work and good enough; I'll add to your bonus. Now you can go." Alaric shooed the man away, and his hand moved to take a cigarette and light it.

Looking out over the city of Manhattan from the suite room of his hotel. You would think that his house is in the middle of the city, but you are wrong; he is not that stupid when his life is in danger from other mobsters. He has a house in the middle of the forest, even though no one knows his residence other than his bodyguards, even if anyone dares to break into his street.

Then they will end up in a steep ravine or die as wild animals.

Alaric comes from an unlucky family; his mother died by suicide. Alaric's father is a man who likes to play with women. God knows how many prostitutes his father has brought since he was a child. Alaric is a child whose body has a mentality that cannot be said to be good. his life every day has to see his father who fucks a bitch in front of his face, even though his age at that time was still unable to know what happened.

Not to mention his mother who liked to beat him, when he did naughty things that could be considered normal for a child his age.

Alaric ran away when he was 17 years old from an orphanage. At that time he worked to support his life until he met someone who could be considered a grandfather to him, the grandfather introduced him to this underground work.

Illegal work because here in the arms trade worth hundreds and even billions, Since then. he is the most feared leader of the mafia, especially with his shooting skills and assembling bombs.

****

Alaric drove the car to his residence. The shiny black Ferrari entered a forest, without feeling any difficulty even though if one followed his path, one would be confused by the many branching roads.

Alaric entered the gate of his house, the gate of his house had no guards because Alaric used a special sensor security system for him while the guards had to use their fingerprints to get access to enter.

The yard was quite large with a garden filled with red and black roses that clung to one wall of his house and some were planted in the garden as decorations to beautify his yard.

Two guards were guarding the main entrance, Alaric stepped through without a single smile on his face.

Ring, ring, ring The cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang, disturbing his peace.

"What!" Alaric stretched the person who called him on the other end.

"Slow down men, you look like an insatiable man" Sean who was on the other side laughed at his best friend's cold nature.

''What are you calling me for" Alaric grunted in annoyance as he climbed the stairs to his room.

"I just wanted to take you out partying and looking for women." Sean was Alaric's best friend

"Alright, I'll see you at the usual club," Sean spoke again, not wanting to hear Alaric's answer first.

"I'm not in the mood for another night." Alaric refused and immediately disconnected the phone line

Alaric took off the clothes he was wearing, and stepped into the shower, immersing himself in his luxurious black marble Jacuzzi.

After dressing Alaric went downstairs to enjoy dinner, the chef had served a variety of dishes that he could not possibly finish. Alaric was used to eating alone at a large table. he did not like to eat without someone accompanying him, but he did not want to show his weak side. so he had been educated like this.

After finishing his dinner. Alaric left the dining table unceremoniously and climbed the stairs that led to the west. Where his study was located, Alaric opened a door made of wood the sight of various books was in his private library. but that was not the purpose Alaric pushed a wooden bookshelf until it moved. there was a glass door covered with a strict security system Alaric entered his fingerprints and face detector. and the glass door opened.

There was a glass workbench and a leather chair. Alaric sat down in his chair and picked up the remote control and pointed it at the screen in front of him. A display appeared showing the activities taking place in his headquarters. and the various CCTV cameras installed in the house were not spared.

Alaric opened the financial report of his hotel, he felt that there was something a little strange about the expenses in the report he was reading. Alaric was not a stupid person even though he knew that sycophantic dogs were working in his company all this time, how could he be deceived?

He smiled a smirk appearing on his cold face his hands clenched hard. and slammed the file on the floor.

"You want to play with me? Then I'll show you how to play properly." A deadly grin broke out on his face.

Continue Reading

You'll also like

THE SPITEFUL BRIDE: MARRY TO RIVAL'S SON

THE SPITEFUL BRIDE: MARRY TO RIVAL'S SON

Ray Nhedicta
4.7

"Let's get married," Mia declares, her voice trembling despite her defiant gaze into Stefan's guarded brown eyes. She needs this, even if he seems untouchable. Stefan raises a skeptical brow. "And why would I do that?" His voice was low, like a warning, and it made her shiver even though she tried not to show it. "We both have one thing in common," Mia continues, her gaze unwavering. "Shitty fathers. They want to take what's ours and give it to who they think deserves it." A pointed pause hangs in the air. "The only difference between us is that you're an illegitimate child, and I'm not." Stefan studies her, the heiress in her designer armor, the fire in her eyes that matches the burn of his own rage. "That's your solution? A wedding band as a weapon?" He said ignoring the part where she just referred to him as an illegitimate child. "The only weapon they won't see coming." She steps closer, close enough for him to catch the scent of her perfume, gunpowder and jasmine. "Our fathers stole our birthrights. The sole reason they betrayed us. We join forces, create our own empire that'll bring down theirs." A beat of silence. Then, Stefan's mouth curves into something sharp. "One condition," he murmurs, closing the distance. "No divorces. No surrenders. If we're doing this, it's for life" "Deal" Mia said without missing a beat. Her father wants to destroy her life. She wouldn't give him the pleasure, she would destroy her life as she seems fit. ................ Two shattered heirs. One deadly vow. A marriage built on revenge. Mia Meyers was born to rule her father's empire (so she thought), until he named his bastard son heir instead. Stefan Sterling knows the sting of betrayal too. His father discarded him like trash. Now the rivals' disgraced children have a poisonous proposal: Marry for vengeance. Crush their fathers' legacies. Never speak of divorce. Whoever cracks first loses everything. Can these two rivals, united by their vengeful hearts, pull off a marriage of convenience to reclaim what they believe is rightfully theirs? Or will their fathers' animosity, and their own complicated pasts tear their fragile alliance apart?

The Mute Heiress's Fake Marriage Pact

The Mute Heiress's Fake Marriage Pact

Alma
5.0

I was finally brought back to the billionaire Vance estate after years in the grimy foster system, but the luxury Lincoln felt more like a funeral procession. My biological family didn't welcome me with open arms; they looked at me like a stain on a silk shirt. They thought I was a "defective" mute with cognitive delays, a spare part to be traded away. Within hours of my arrival, my father decided to sell me to Julian Thorne, a bitter, paralyzed heir, just to secure a corporate merger. My sister Tiffany treated me like trash, whispering for me to "go back to the gutter" before pouring red wine over my dress in front of Manhattan's elite. When a drunk cousin tried to lay hands on me at the engagement gala, my grandmother didn't protect me-she raised her silver-topped cane to strike my face for "embarrassing the family." They called me a sacrificial lamb, laughing as they signed the prenuptial agreement that stripped me of my freedom. They had no idea I was E-11, the underground hacker-artist the world was obsessed with, or that I had already breached their private servers. I found the hidden medical records-blood types A, A, and B-a biological impossibility that proved my "parents" were harboring a scandal that could ruin them. Why bring me back just to discard me again? And why was Julian Thorne, the man supposedly bound to a wheelchair, secretly running miles at dawn on his private estate? Standing in the middle of the ballroom, I didn't plead for mercy. I used a text-to-speech app to broadcast a cold, synthetic threat: "I have the records, Richard. Do you want me to explain genetics to the press, or should we leave quietly?" With the "paralyzed" billionaire as my unexpected accomplice, I walked out of the Vance house and into a much more dangerous game.

Chapters
Read Now
Download Book