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Claimed By My Husband's Enemy novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85

Chapter 85

(Eli)

“Am I failing you?”

The question stopped me from pretending that I was eating. I looked up and caught my mom staring, tears dripping down her cheeks. I abandoned my chair in a heartbeat and rushed to her side before wrapping her in a hug.

“Of course not, mom. That’s ridiculous. Where did that question even come from?”

For the first time, there was uncertainty in her eyes. Even when her marriage with Frederick was going down the drain, she didn’t look like this.

“How are you, Eli?” she asked instead as she clutched onto my hands.

I evaded her eyes. “What kind of question is that?” I laughed. “You know I’m fine, mom.”

“No, you’re not. You’re lying to me. Oh, God. Why haven’t I noticed this before? Since when have you been lying? Since when have you been pretending that you’re okay just to please me?”

Suddenly, mom was hysterical. I held her by the shoulders. “Mom, listen to me-

“No. Tell me one thing first, Eli. Are you happy?”

The question sounded more like an attack. And I wasn’t prepared for it. I froze. More tears streamed down her face when my hands fell as I slowly shook my head.

“Eli?” her voice cracked.

“No…” I finally confessed. “I’m not happy, mom.” My shoulders sagged. “And it’s not your fault. It’s me. I’m not okay. I… think something in me is broken, mom. And I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know why I’m feeling like this. I’m sorry.”

I tried to function like usual. I really did. But I couldn’t ignore my heart. I couldn’t sleep properly at night. There was a gaping hole in my chest. My thoughts were loud. My heart wouldn’t calm down. I was in chaos night and day. It was like I was drowning from a heartbreak that I didn’t know where was coming from. I was sure it wasn’t because of Landon. I just knew I was breaking. Every minute of the damn day and I couldn’t do anything about it. This helplessness was driving me crazier each day.

“Oh, sweetheart. You are the only thing holding me together. You are my strength. And I thought I was yours too. I thought everything will be okay as long as we are together. I forgot that many years had passed by. I forgot that you are no longer a little girl who needs to rely on me. You can make your own decisions because you are a woman now and about to become a mother. What was I thinking? I’ve been so selfish. I’m so sorry.”

Mom didn’t give me the chance to ask why. She just apologized again and again. This time, it was her who pulled me for an embrace as I cried on her shoulder. Both of us were sobbing hard like we’ve never done before. The sound must have been loud and disturbing enough that Uncle Anson and Uncle Jack stormed inside the dining area, concern was etched in their faces.

Both men were beside us in a second. They wrapped their arms around us. Mom’s cries grew even louder.

“I was wrong, Jack. What have I done to my daughter?” she wept!

“I don’t understand. What is she talking about?” I asked, my brows furrowing.

“We have meddled enough. We can’t tell you more,” the dragon king answered. “You are still recovering, Eli. Any information might be too mentally straining for you to process. But if it’s truly meant to be like they said, then in time, what you lost will come back to you. Be it memories, things, or people.”

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A few hours had passed since mom’s breakdown, and it was nighttime again which meant I’d been tossing and turning again. I sat on the bed and caressed my belly, a sad smile curving my lips.

“I’m sorry, baby. Mommy is such a mess, isn’t she?” I whispered, my eyes watering, as I stared at the even bigger mess I’d made in the room. I didn’t want to call it my room. I didn’t even want to call this place mine. This was where I belonged, but this didn’t feel like my destination. Since the amnesia, I’d always felt like I was in the wrong bed, in the wrong place.

Hundreds of papers were scattered on the floor. Each paper had the same word.

Black.

I didn’t know where my obsession with that color stemmed from. I didn’t even like the color itself. I just liked the word. Maybe it was the pregnancy thing, but when mom and my uncles saw them, she cried harder that Uncle Anson had to escort her back to her room when she started to become hysterical all over again while the Dragon King told me to brace myself because in three days, there would be new faces in the island and I’d be meeting my new bodyguard who was apparently a werewolf.

He proudly told me he finally convinced mom to get me one since he believed that the brown wolf that I’d been seeing was an enemy, a beast. And only a beast could detect and defeat another beast which was a bit strange, considering that my uncles were the biggest beasts out there, the biggest predators.

Upon seeing my expression, I recalled him giving me that same enigmatic smile that I was sure would hook hundreds of humans.

“As much as I would love to get involved, your battle is not mine to fight, sweetie. It’s yours and another beast’s fight now.”

Or so he said.

Whatever. I didn’t want to think about his puzzle anymore. All I wanted was my current intense pregnancy craving.

“Black…” I whispered.

I was surprised when tears began leaking my eyes while my chest started aching so badly as if it was being pierced.

I shut my eyes when I felt dizzy for a minute, but when I opened them again, I found myself standing in front of a stunning beach house that looked oddly familiar. I gasped. I did hear that new blood or tamers could teleport, but I didn’t know I could do it too at my current situation. I thought it would require more knowledge, more experience.

But where was this place?

I looked around and there was no one else here. The crystal blue ocean that seemed to sparkle under the moonlight, the coconut trees whose leaves swayed gently from the soft wind, and even the house, I felt like I’d seen them all before. I knew right here and now that if I would picture home in my mind, this house was what I’d think of immediately.

But when the cold started getting to me, I bit my lower lip and glanced at the door. I was barefoot and was only wearing a silk white nightgown. And I… didn’t know how to get back to the island. I didn’t even know how I got here.

What would the people inside think if I just suddenly knock and they see me like this in the middle of the night? What would I even tell them? I hadn’t been away from mom or the dragons for the past two months. How in the world was I supposed to contact a dragon?

My problems kept piling up by the second.

When the wind blew again and stronger this time, I abandoned all shame and pride and ran straight to the door. To my surprise, when I twisted the knob, it opened as if it was waiting for me.

That or I was just assuming.

I stepped inside and swallowed hard. The comfort and warmth the house had brought to me was so instant that it made me >

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shudder, like the invisible weight I’d been carrying had been lifted and now, I could finally breathe again.

But I’d done it. I’d trespassed. What if the owner thought I was a thief? Granted, I was a beautiful thief, maybe the most beautiful thief the owner would have seen in their entire lives, but still, this was wrong. Despite the situation, a smile curled my lips. Great. My confidence was coming back. This was progress although it arrived at an incredibly wrong time, I’d still take it.

My baby needed a strong and confident mother. But not a criminal. My smile vanished when I realized that this, indeed, was a crime.

I glanced around, all the lights were on, but there was still no trace of people here on the first floor. Maybe they were sleeping upstairs?

I invited myself towards the living room as quietly as possible. If worse comes to worst, my mom and uncles would find me in prison. The good news was that at least, they wouldn’t find me dead and frozen out there. I’d still be alive, just with a little less dignity, but I’d get by. If I got lucky though, I could stay here without the owner noticing for a couple of hours until I finally figured out how the heck I could summon the dragons to fly me back.

But first I needed to grab a bite. My stomach grumbled. It was strange. I’d only been forcing myself to eat the past months for the baby’s sake, but this time, I felt like I could eat a lot. My appetite was coming back. What was the atmosphere around here? It was making me feel things.

My steps were lighter as I searched for the kitchen. I didn’t have a hard time tracking it down, like I’d known this place before, like I’d been here. The aromatic smell coming from the table made me walk faster. My mouth watered upon removing the cover off the table and seeing the number of dishes there. Most of them were my favorites.

I shamelessly finished the burger steak and a few sandwiches in no time. I was yawning and very much full by the time I dragged my ass out of the kitchen. Another first in two months. I’d always had a hard time sleeping, but right now, it was like I could sleep as soon as my body hit the bed or even the couch.

I was so close to the tempting couch when I felt a sudden movement behind me. Before I knew it, I felt something sharp pressed against my neck. And then I heard that velvety voice that I could swear I was very familiar with.

“My enemies are getting more creative. I’m impressed. Sending a female spy on a negligee. How bold… and stupid. Tell me, woman. Who the fuck sent you?”

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