Owned By My Father's Enemy

Mrs. Whitmore didn't sleep, but it wasn't because she cared about Adaline. No, Adaline was the least of her concerns, and if anything, the girl being taken away was exactly what she wanted, a problem removed, a stain erased, a constant reminder of a past she wished had never existed finally gone from her sight. Twenty four hours had passed, yet Ronan's cold voice still echoed in her mind, replaying over and over again like a quiet threat that refused to fade, each word sharp, deliberate, final, with no hesitation, no softness, no mercy, only a command that could not be undone. Still, beneath her carefully controlled exterior, fear lingered, coiling deep in her chest, refusing to let her breathe properly as thoughts she didn't want forced their way in, what if he changed his mind, what if instead of taking Adaline he decided to make them all suffer, what if this was only the beginning. That fear had kept her awake the entire night, her mind restless, her body tense, and even as the first light of morning crept into the villa, nothing eased, the air itself feeling heavy, like something was about to break. The house no longer felt like a home, it felt like a place waiting to collapse under the weight of something unseen and inevitable. By early morning, tension hung thick and suffocating, pressing down on everyone within the walls as the maids moved quietly, their usual chatter completely gone, each step careful, each movement restrained, because no one wanted to make a mistake and no one wanted to draw attention to themselves. Elsie paced beside her mother, her anxiety impossible to hide as her fingers twisted the fabric of her dress, her steps uneven, her breathing shallow, her composure hanging by a thread. "Mom what if he changes his mind and comes for us instead" Mrs. Whitmore turned to her, already preparing a response, already ready to offer reassurance whether it was true or not, because control was the only thing she had left, but before she could speak, she heard it, the low, powerful rumble of engines entering the compound, a sound that sent a sharp jolt through her body as her heart skipped and her stomach tightened instantly, dread settling in before she could stop it. "He's here" The words slipped out under her breath before she could hold them back as the black SUVs rolled into the compound with controlled precision, their presence dominating everything around them, the morning light reflecting faintly off their dark surfaces, making them seem even more intimidating, more final, more inescapable. The vehicles came to a stop and for a brief moment everything felt too still, too quiet, like the world itself was holding its breath, then the doors opened and Ronan's men stepped out one after the other, armed, silent, focused, their expressions cold, their movements sharp and coordinated as they spread out across the compound with practiced ease, like this was routine, like fear was something they were used to creating. A firm knock sounded on the door, not loud, not aggressive, but strong enough to send a wave of fear through the entire house, the kind of knock that didn't need force to command attention. Elsie froze instantly, her body going rigid, while Mrs. Whitmore straightened her shoulders, forcing her fear down and burying it beneath a mask of composure as she walked to the door and opened it slightly. Standing outside was one of Ronan's guards, his expression unreadable, his presence alone enough to reinforce the reality of what was happening. "The boss is here for the girl" Adaline, the burden, the unwanted child, the reminder she wanted gone. Good riddance. Mrs. Whitmore stepped aside without hesitation, her decision immediate, her tone steady despite everything tightening inside her. "She's in her room, locked up, exactly how he wanted" The guard gave a small nod, indifferent, as though this meant nothing to him. "Go get her" Mrs. Whitmore turned without wasting another second, motioning for a servant to follow as she made her way toward Adaline's room, her steps quick, her mind focused only on getting this over with, because the sooner Adaline was gone, the sooner this tension would leave with her. The soft click of the door lock jolted Adaline awake, pulling her from the shallow, restless sleep she had fallen into, her body heavy, her mind slow as she struggled to gather her thoughts, time having lost all meaning the moment she had been locked away, but the sound of that lock opening again told her everything she needed to know, the twenty four hours were over and he had come back. Her heart began to race instantly, each beat louder than the last as a cold wave of fear spread through her chest, settling deep within her bones as the door opened and Mrs. Whitmore stepped inside, her presence sharp, cold, suffocating. "Stand up" Adaline pushed herself up immediately, her movements quick despite the stiffness in her body, not daring to hesitate, not daring to give any reason for anger as Mrs. Whitmore's gaze swept across the room, inspecting everything with silent judgment, making sure there had been no attempt to escape, no sign of resistance, nothing out of place. "You have wasted enough of my time, get out unless you want to be dragged out" Adaline nodded slightly, her hands trembling as she smoothed down her wrinkled dress, the fabric creased and worn from being slept in, but she still tried to make herself look presentable, as if it mattered, as if anything about her still held value. Once, she had been her mother's daughter, her mother's princess, she remembered warmth, soft laughter, gentle hands brushing through her hair, she remembered what it felt like to be loved, but that life was gone, and the moment her mother died, everything changed, leaving her with nothing, less than nothing, a burden, a mistake, someone no one wanted. She didn't speak, she didn't question, because silence was safer and words had never protected her. Mrs. Whitmore stepped aside, but not before giving her a long, cold glare, one that carried years of resentment and something darker beneath it. "Move" Adaline obeyed instantly, her heart pounding as she walked past her, each step heavier than the last, each movement weighed down by something she couldn't escape as the door slammed shut behind her with a sharp echo that made her flinch. The moment she stepped outside the villa, the air felt different, colder, heavier, harder to breathe as her eyes lifted slowly, almost against her will, and then she saw him, standing beside his car with his hands tucked casually into his pockets, his posture relaxed in a way that didn't feel relaxed at all, because there was something about him that made the air itself feel dangerous, something controlled, something restrained, something that felt like violence waiting beneath the surface. His gaze was fixed on her, cold, unforgiving, unblinking, and just one look from him was enough to drain the strength from her body as her knees felt weak and her chest tightened, fear wrapping around her like chains, suffocating, inescapable. She lowered her gaze immediately, unable to hold his eyes for more than a second, because looking at him felt like standing too close to something that could destroy her without effort. Ronan stood there, his expression calm, but his mind anything but as his gaze remained locked on the villa, sharp and calculating, because Adaline Whitmore was only the beginning, the first step, the first crack in the foundation, the Whitmores' had taken everything from him, so now it was their turn to lose everything slowly, painfully, completely. Then she appeared, and his eyes shifted toward her instantly, taking in every detail, every weakness, every sign of what she had become, and she looked smaller than he remembered, weaker, her clothes worn and creased, her posture slightly hunched as if she was trying to make herself invisible, her eyes glassy like she was holding back tears she refused to let fall. For a brief moment, their eyes met, and something unexpected happened, something he didn't want, something he refused to acknowledge, something in his chest tightened, a flicker, a twist, something unwelcome, unfamiliar, completely unacceptable, and his expression hardened instantly as he tore his gaze away as if looking at her any longer would be a mistake. Without a word, he turned, opened the car door, and got inside, shutting himself away from whatever that feeling was, because he didn't come this far to feel, he didn't come this far to forgive, he didn't come this far to understand, he came to destroy. Adaline followed silently, her movements slow and careful as though any sudden action might make things worse, and when the door shut beside her, the sound echoed in her chest with quiet finality, sealing something she couldn't undo. Her hands rested on her lap, clenched tightly together as she tried to steady her breathing, her entire body tense as though bracing for something she couldn't predict, and then slowly she turned her head, her eyes falling on the villa, the place she had once called home, a place filled with memories, some warm, most painful, and she stared at it for a few seconds as her vision blurred slightly, tears gathering in her eyes despite her effort to hold them back. This was it, there was no going back, and a part of her wanted to fight, to run, to scream, but she felt too weak, too tired, the will to resist distant, almost nonexistent, and deep down she knew that from this moment on, her life would never remain the same.