Claimed By My Husband's Enemy novel Chapter 51

Chapter 51

Chapter 51

(Eli)

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I killed the engine in front of an abandoned lot. The already gloomy sky turned darker. The wind howled, warning us of the heavy rain that was about to come any minute now. And yet, I couldn’t get my hands to move and start driving.

I just stared at the man who was looking at me with such softness that it was smashing through the walls that I built around myself.

“What changed?” I asked in a tight voice. “Are you in love with me, Black?”

That four-letter word was not supposed to be in the card for us.

“You heard those motherfuckers,” Creed answered, his voice becoming sharp upon mentioning them. “You heard what they were planning. You heard how twisted some people in this realm are. You didn’t run. When I reached out, you still took my hand. Without hesitation.”

Of course I would.

Because he… wait. How was I supposed to define this man’s role in my life again? My billionaire captor? My alpha mate bastard? The man who would punish me with pleasure when I was being a little too much? The lord who would tell me I looked ‘just enough’ and yet gaze at me like the rest of the women were nonexistent and I was the only woman he could see? My roommate who would fight me word for word and yet hold me with such gentleness that no one would expect from a powerful beast?

Creed hid the truth about my mother. But when I was calm enough to listen, I had to admit that he had good reasons for hiding it from me. And being able to confirm from my mom herself that she was fine lessened the sting, the betrayal.

He was the kind of man whose composure was unshakable, an attribute he must have gotten from living over a hundred years. Yet, I saw that composure crack when their prince laid his eyes on me. He also knew how much I loved money and he kept giving me more without expecting anything, he kept indulging me even if I was being a brat.

My second addiction was eating. Creed was aware of that. When I woke up, there was food on the table, enough food to feed all the monsters in my stomach. He was the only man I knew who never judged me for my eating habits, for my choices and actions.

Like I told him before, I’d met a lot of monsters in my realm, and he was the only monster I didn’t mind being around with.

“By now, you must have an idea how dark my world is,” Creed added. “You saw the blood earlier and I saw your fear. But you stayed with me. You did not rush into your car like I thought you would. I looked at you and you were standing there beside me with your sassy mouth, with that vicious spark in your eyes, and with that crazy as fuck wit of yours…” he shrugged. “I saw all that and I realized you were the loveliest thing that I had ever seen in over a hundred years.”

The lightning that would have normally fazed me was quickly followed by the booming thunder, but I couldn’t hear it better with the pounding in my chest.

Mom told me to never lose my fire, that it was what made me unique. But over the years, while working my ass off, I somehow lost it. Percy would often snap at me and tell me to shut the hell up, to just accept whatever I was told. Easton was the same. They hated it when I talked back even when I was fighting for all the right reasons. Landon even locked me up for

They said I was too stubborn. I was too defiant. My manager told me to just shrug off the men’s advances towards men who had the power to crush my job. I was told to lower my head, nod, and be compliant. Men wanted submissive

me,

the

women.

I changed my manager. I slapped a producer and lost a few modeling contracts. I was hated for it. In the work I had after that, I tried to be meek if it meant putting food on the table. Even if it killed me inside, even if it meant ditching my pride.

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Chapter 51

Pride wouldn’t save a growling stomach.

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Now that I thought about it. I only remembered to be me again when I was with Creed. And not once did he attempt to change who I was.

He lit up the fire inside me. I could live the way I live now because he kept fueling the fire. Even when we argued. As insufferable as Creed was at times, he never tried to silence me. Maybe that was the reason why I secretly liked the nickname he made for me.

Vicious.

It reminded me of my forgotten self. And he brought that back to me.

“I don’t know how to love, Vicious. I only know how to obsess. I’d been obsessed about revenge for the longest time. And when I met you, I’d been obsessed about you. It just hit me today that this could be more than an obsession. I am obsessed about seeing you smile, about hearing you laugh, about hearing you moan for me. I am obsessed about your expressions whether you are glaring at me or crying, I want to be the only man to see all that.”

My cheeks heated.

Obsession. I loathed that word. That was what Landon ever felt for me. I knew that it was far from love the second I felt trapped. All that word ever did to me was strangle me. It made me crazy. It suffocated me.

But to be the center of Creed’s obsession? Why didn’t it feel wrong to me?

“I am obsessed about your heartbeat, Vicious. I am obsessed about confirming each morning that you are with me, alive, safe, and satiated. I am obsessed about your existence. I am obsessed about eliminating all the things that make you cry. I need to see you okay. I need to see you smile. All the damn time. Only then can I calm down. Only then can my heart be at ease.”

Creed froze as if he was only realizing those things now. He frowned for a while as if he was in a deep thought and then he looked at me, shook his head, and let out a soft smile. “I am fucked, aren’t I?”

My eyes watered. I couldn’t answer.

Because hearing all that had fucked something in my system too.

Creed’s eyes seemed to be surrendering to me as he added, “Thinking about it now, the signs have been there all this time. I am in love with you, Vicious. Completely, maddeningly, and obsessively fucking in love with you.”

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