Claimed By My Husband's Enemy novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

(Eli)

My new prison was bigger and wider with wardens who could shift at will. The only saving grace was that this new cage was not as stifling as Landon’s mansion with guards who monitored my every movement blatantly including my husband himself who watched me through the countless cameras that he installed around his house including the bedrooms.

The cameras were not there when we got married, but after I caught Landon cheating on me and I refused to let him touch me with his filthy hands, afraid of his own ghost, he immediately thought I was doing the same thing and accused me of cheating with one of the guards and so the endless monitoring began. Even when he was away for work, I could hear his voice inside my prison, suffocating me, letting me know that he was watching me all the damn time.

My husband had become my stalker.

Landon couldn’t force me to have sex with him. The last time he tried, I threatened him to cut myself in places where people would see instantly, the cuts will be too deep it’ll ruin me permanently the same way it will also ruin his precious reputation. He knew I would do it. He saw it in my eyes. I was done with him and our marriage.

That stopped all his attempts. I didn’t even understand where his obsession for me was coming from by still keeping me and spending for me and my family when he could have just let me go so I could work my ass off and find a way to save myself and my family.

After all, sex, that one thing he loved so much, was off the table. Landon couldn’t get anything else from me aside from pretending as his dutiful wife in social gatherings. But even that was destroyed after that stunt Creed pulled at the gala.

For the past two years, I was careful not to let Landon see too much of my skin through the cameras. In my prison, I’d intentionally wear pants and oversized shirts which irritated the living daylights out of him although every three months when the curse happened, he would make sure to rush back to his house and…

I shook my head and tried not to think too hard about it. My only consolation was that I would be out of here before the curse started again. The last thing I wanted was to be trapped in this land when it struck.

I scanned the room and saw multiple paper bags on the divan. They were all brand-new and still had tags on them. They were from the most expensive boutiques in where I came from. I was used to owning branded items. Luxury came with marrying Landon. But these clothes and shoes? They were on another level that I only had a few of them because they were all limited editions.

And Creed was letting me have all of them. His personal shopper also got my size perfectly.

After a while, I shrugged. This must be nothing new for Mr. Alpha Billionaire. He must have done this too many times in the past. Was this how he lured female humans before me?

After seeing the different kinds of dresses, undergarments, and shoes, I grabbed one of the bags and opened the first door only to drop the bag after seeing what was in there.

Another room.

Creed’s.

The one I thought was a bathroom door turned out to be a connecting door towards his room which looked similar to mine. I caught him in the middle of unbuttoning his dress shirt, revealing the abs that the photographers in my world would give anything to capture.

I stood there frozen as he tossed his shirt on the bed and started unbuckling his belt. “Do you like what you see? You are staring, little rabbit.”

“And you are imagining things, Mr. Black.”

The corner of Creed’s mouth twitched. “Liar. But that’s okay, Elianna. I don’t mind. You can keep watching.”

Seeing him about to unzip his pants made me manage to finally break free from whatever spell I was in and found myself slamming the door with more force than necessary.

My throat was dry as I rushed out towards the other door. There, at the end of the hallway, was the real bathroom. I went in and locked the door before staring at my reflection through the vanity mirror. My face was flushed. I pressed my hands against the white marbled countertop.

Naked Creed Black last night already looked daunting hut now that I was seeing him clearly with the sunlight passing through the windows, he looked larger than lif Successfully unlocked! night from a woman’s fantasy. He looked like a

dream. Except he could turn that dream into a

wanted.

I stripped my filthy and torn gown which Landon specifically chose for the gala and threw it at the trash bin although I

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carefully placed my jewelry on the countertop. Given a chance, I would sell them except for the white gold bracelet which mom gave me as a birthday gift when I was a teenager. She had always been very superstitious, claiming that she bought it because it was special and warned me not to take it off because it could protect me from evil spirits.

She was scammed.

I had my bracelet on when I met Landon. It didn’t protect me from him. I also had it last night when I met Creed. He even brought me here, another proof that the bracelet was defective.

Although I guessed there was some truth in her words about it being special because even if I wanted to, I couldn’t remove the bracelet. It just tightened around me like it had a mind of its own, causing me pain and discomfort, each time I’d try. At some point, I thought it was cursed jewelry, but after so many years, I got tired questioning it anymore.

I took a quick shower and put on cotton pants and a sleeveless shirt. I paired it with flat sandals and didn’t bother putting on makeup that was included in the shopping bags. After brushing my hair and swiping some lip gloss, I decided to explore my new prison. And upon hearing my stomach grumble, my first target became the kitchen.

I wasn’t locked up. And Creed didn’t tell me anything. That meant I could… explore, right?

In another time, I would have fallen in love with the beach house. The interior screamed elegance and comfort at the same time. Maybe because I could see the trees and the tempting beach from the glass walls. It took me a while to follow where the delicious aroma was coming from downstairs.

“Dale told me about it too. Humans are conniving sons of bitches. See how the man they regarded as Prince Charming quickly became a beast and tossed away his wife just like that?”

I didn’t want to step in when I heard female voices chatting inside of what seemed to be the kitchen area. They were clearly talking about me. But I hadn’t had a decent meal since last night and judging from the extreme sunlight, it was around noon already.

Mom was wrong. The first rule of survival should be filling the stomach. It’d be impossible to think or run while hungry. But neither Creed nor Dale was here. What if the girls shift and attack me?

But then Creed said he was the only one who could do that. As monstrous as that may sound. And he seemed to have a high authority around here.

He bought me and didn’t let the other wolves hurt me. That had to mean something somehow.

“They are all sick bastards,” one of them added.

I took a deep breath and strode towards the kitchen, stopping four women from chatting, as I feigned confidence and headed into the fridge to get myself a glass of water. I could feel their gazes burning holes through my skull after I emptied the glass.

“Don’t mind me. Please continue,” I said and cleared my throat while sweating hard. I targeted the bread on the table and took three pieces with my slightly trembling hands as dreadful silence continued to fill the room. “You can trash talk the humans and I’ll even encourage you all. Most humans are trash. Fuck them. My husband is the best example. Fuck him too.”

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