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The Enemy I Love
Scenario:I fell in love with my enemy and ended up pregnant by him. I’m not sure how to tell him about this situation.
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Ava Thompson
Liam. She is determined, passionate, and conflicted. Ava's life takes a dramatic turn when she discovers she's pregnant with Liam's child. Despite their complicated past and the animosity between their families, she struggles to reconcile her feelings for Liam and the future of their child. Her journey involves navigating the complexities of love, family feuds, and personal growth.
Evelyn Blackwood
Lily. She is supportive, caring, and loyal. Evelyn becomes a confidante for Ava when she discovers her pregnancy secret. She offers emotional support and helps Ava navigate her situation while keeping her confidence intact.
Liam Blackwood
conflicted, and protective. Liam's relationship with Ava is complicated by their families' animosity towards each other. When he learns about Ava's pregnancy, he initially reacts with anger but eventually shows concern for her wellbeing. His actions reveal a deeper emotional connection with Ava despite their tumultuous past.
I fell in love with the enemy and ended up pregnant by him.
What’s worse than that?
Well, for starters, I never told him about the baby.
And now, here I am.
Standing on the doorstep of his luxurious mansion.
Mustering up the courage to tell him the most important news of my life.
My name is Ava.
And the love of my life is Liam Blackwood.
He’s the son of the wealthiest family in the nation.
My family hates his family because they cheated my father out of his life savings twenty years ago for a failed business venture.
Likewise, Liam’s family despises my family because they believe my father betrayed them by doing what he did to them.
It’s a long story that I won’t get into at this time.
What matters is we’ve been at odds with each other for years.
Liam and I never spoke a word until we bumped into each other at a coffee shop four years ago.
He asked me out, and I thought it would be fun to date my enemy, so I said yes.
What started as a few casual dates turned into a full-blown secret relationship.
We kept it a secret because we knew our families would never approve of us being together.
But now, here I am.
Standing on the doorstep of his luxurious mansion.
I pull my phone out of my coat pocket.
My fingers are trembling as I type the message to Liam.
The wind whips around me on the front steps of the mansion, making the wrought iron railings creak and groan.
I’m waiting for his response, so I pace back and forth across the wide stone landing.
My boots click against the marble, echoing off the stone walls.
The pregnancy test is burning a hole in my purse.
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
A guard at the front gate watches me suspiciously.
I’m sure he’s wondering what I’m doing here.
My phone buzzes in my hand.
Liam’s response appears: "Coming."
I hear footsteps approaching from inside the house, then the heavy door handle turns.
Liam opens the door.
He’s wearing a suit and his hair is mussed.
His eyes narrow when they land on me, his expression morphing from annoyed to concerned.
"What’s wrong?"
I glance back at the guard, who is still watching us.
"Can we talk in private?"
Liam’s gaze flicks over my shoulder to the guard, then he steps back and motions for me to come inside.
I hurry through the doorway, my purse clutched tightly in my hand.
Liam closes the door behind me and leads me to a private study room.
The room is decorated with dark wood furniture and tall bookshelves that run up to the ceiling.
Business documents are scattered across the desk.
Liam leans against the edge of the desk, his arms crossed over his chest, waiting for me to speak.
My hands are shaking as I try to figure out how to tell him this news.
The tension between us grows thicker by the second.
When he clears his throat, I jump and spin around.
"I’m sorry," I say quickly.
"I didn’t mean to scare you."
Liam pushes off from the desk and comes toward me.
I instinctively step back, but I’m already backed into a bookshelf. The sudden movement causes one of the picture frames on the top shelf to fall forward, crashing to the floor with a loud thud.
We both stare down at it in shock for a moment before Liam bends down to pick it up.
It’s an old picture of our families before everything fell apart between us—my parents and Liam’s parents standing together with big smiles on their faces outside of a restaurant.
Liam’s father has his arm around my mother, and she’s leaning into him like they’re best friends.
It’s hard to believe that was ever our reality. Liam sets the frame on the nearest shelf, then turns back to me with a stern expression on his face.
"What are you doing here?" he asks in a deep voice that makes my stomach flutter nervously.
I open my mouth, but no words come out.
Liam crosses his arms over his chest again, waiting for my answer.
I pace across the room, trying to figure out how to tell him.
My fingers twist the strap of my purse anxiously, and the pregnancy test feels like it’s burning a hole through the leather.
The Persian rug muffles my footsteps as I walk back and forth across the room.
Liam leans against the edge of the mahogany desk, watching me pace with a stern expression on his face.
His suit jacket is draped over the chair behind him, and his tie is loosened around his neck—a rare sight for him.
He usually dresses impeccably.
I stop pacing abruptly when Liam pushes off from the desk and comes toward me.
I freeze in place when he reaches out to touch my shoulder.
"Ava, you’re scaring me. What’s wrong?"
The genuine concern in his voice breaks something inside of me.
"Liam, I... I'm pregnant," I finally blurt out, my voice barely above a whisper.
His eyes widen in shock, and he takes a step back, running a hand through his hair.
"Pregnant? Are you sure?" he asks, his voice a mix of disbelief and something else—something hopeful.
I nod, unable to speak.
Liam turns away from me and begins pacing across the room.
His fingers drum against the mahogany desk as he walks back and forth.
I stand frozen in place, gripping the edge of a leather armchair, waiting for him to process this information.
The ticking grandfather clock echoes through the silent room.
Finally, Liam stops pacing and turns to face me.
His expression is unreadable.
I open my mouth to speak, to explain or apologize, but he crosses the room in three quick strides.
My heart pounds in my chest as he reaches out for me.
His movements are slow and deliberate, but careful.
His hands hover near my shoulders for a moment before they drop to his sides.
When our eyes meet, I see the conflict in his expression melt away. His fingers brush against my arm tentatively, testing my reaction.
"Ava, this changes everything," he says softly, his voice filled with a mix of awe and uncertainty.
I nod, tears welling up in my eyes as I search his face for any sign of how he truly feels.
He takes a deep breath, his gaze steady and unwavering. "We’ll figure this out together, I promise."
I lean against the edge of the desk, overwhelmed by his unexpected support.
The weight of our situation crashes over me like a wave—the family feud, our secret relationship, and now this baby.
The first tear rolls down my cheek, followed by another and another.
Liam takes a step closer, his cologne filling my senses.
His arms wrap around me, and I break down completely, sobbing into his expensive shirt.
His hand strokes my back as I stain his collar with mascara.
I try to speak, to explain how our families will react to this news, but Liam holds me tighter.
"Shhh, we’ll figure it out. We’ll handle it together."
His words are soft and reassuring.
I feel him tense again, his body stiffening against mine.
He pulls back suddenly, his expression troubled.
He glances over my shoulder at the old family photo I knocked over earlier.
The frame lies shattered on the floor, and I turn to see what’s caught his attention.
Liam walks over to his desk, and I follow him, still wrapped in his arms.
He unlocks the bottom drawer and pulls out an old leather folder.
The worn brown folder is stamped with a silver crest.
His hands tremble slightly as he sets it on the desk in front of us.
"There’s something you need to know," he says, his voice tight.
"I found these documents last week in my father’s study."
Liam opens the folder and spreads out several yellowed papers on the desk in front of us. I recognize some of the signatures—my father’s among them—but others are unfamiliar.
I glance up at Liam, confused.
He opens the folder, spreading its contents across the desk.
I lean closer, my eyes widening as I take in the papers scattered before me.
The top document is an old property deed, but it’s not the deed that catches my attention—it’s the signature scribbled beside it.
I recognize that signature anywhere—it’s my grandfather’s.
My eyes scan the desk, taking in the other documents—more property deeds and investment records.
Liam points to a specific clause in one of the contracts.
His finger traces the inked words, and I feel my breath catch.
It’s a joint venture agreement between our families for several properties around town.
The contract outlines specific provisions for future generations, stating that any children born from our union will inherit these properties jointly.
I look up at Liam, stunned.
"This can’t be real," I whisper.
Liam shakes his head, his expression troubled.
"I thought the same thing at first. But I’ve had these documents verified. They’re authentic."
He reaches into the folder and pulls out a letter, sliding it across the desk toward me.
I pick up the letter and examine it carefully.
The paper is old and worn, but the ink is still dark and legible.
The letter is written in elegant cursive, addressed to Liam and me by name. It’s from Liam’s late grandmother, explaining that this inheritance is separate from our parents’ wealth and outside their control.
She writes that she hopes we’ll use this inheritance to unite our families rather than divide them further.
I set the letter down slowly, stunned by her words.
"This is why you wanted me to come here today?"
I ask softly.
Liam nods, his expression unreadable.
"I know this changes everything. I didn’t want to spring it on you without talking it through."
I study his face carefully, searching for any sign of anger or betrayal.
But his expression is soft and concerned.
I pull away from his embrace, wiping my tears with shaking hands.
The documents on the desk paint a different picture of our families’ history, but I can’t process it all right now.
"Can we get some coffee and talk about this?" he asks gently.
I nod, needing a familiar setting to steady my nerves.
Liam tucks the papers carefully back into the leather folder and locks it in the drawer again.
He grabs his car keys from the desk and helps me up from my perch against his desk.
We walk toward the door in silence, and I glance over my shoulder as we leave.
The guard’s eyes follow us out, and I wonder what he’s thinking.
"Do you think our parents knew about this all along?" I ask as we step into the hallway.
Liam hesitates, then shakes his head. "I doubt it; they’ve been too focused on their own battles to see the bigger picture."
"But what if they did know and kept it from us intentionally?" I press, my voice rising with a mix of anger and disbelief.
Liam stops in his tracks, his expression serious.
"I don’t think that’s the case. But even if it is, we can’t change the past. What matters now is how we move forward."
I nod, taking a deep breath.
He’s right.
We can’t change our families’ history, but we can shape our own future.
We continue to the kitchen, and I sink into a chair as Liam pours us each a cup of coffee.
We sit in silence for a moment, lost in our own thoughts.
Then Liam reaches across the table and takes my hand in his.
"I’m glad you’re here," he says softly.
"I’m glad I’m here too," I reply, squeezing his hand gently.
We sit there for a while, sipping our coffee and enjoying each other’s company.
It feels like the start of something new and promising, and I know that no matter what comes next, I’m ready to face it with Liam by my side. Eight months later
I sit in Liam’s study again, this time eight months pregnant with swollen feet and a belly that makes it hard to reach the desk.
Liam has set up the papers on a side table in front of me so I don’t have to strain myself too much.
We’ve spent months preparing legal paperwork to claim our inheritance, working with discrete lawyers to build our case.
The documents are stacked high on the table in front of me, and I shift uncomfortably in the leather armchair as I review them again.
Liam sits beside me, watching carefully as I examine each paper carefully.
He notices when I shift uncomfortably again and immediately gets up to get me water and brings me a cushion for my back.
As he touches my stomach, the baby kicks beneath his hand and he smiles softly at me.
Our families still know nothing about any of this - not about the inheritance or the baby - but we’ve grown closer preparing for its arrival. My phone buzzes on the desk beside me and I glance down at it distractedly.
Another missed call from Mom; she thinks I’m still on an extended business trip for work and hasn’t noticed that I haven’t been coming home at night.
Liam watches me put the phone down, his brow furrowed.
"Do you think we should tell them soon?" he asks, concern lacing his voice.
I sigh, rubbing my belly absentmindedly. "I know we have to, but I’m just not ready for the fallout."
Liam nods sympathetically, understanding.
We’ve both been dreading this conversation for months.
Just then, his phone rings and he glances at the screen before answering.
"Hello? Yeah, I’m with Ava. What’s the update?"
He listens intently for a moment before nodding.
"Okay, I’ll get her to the hospital right away."
He hangs up and turns to me, his expression serious.
"That was our lawyer. The judge has approved our inheritance claim. We need to get to the hospital right away to sign the final papers."
I push myself up from the chair, wincing in pain as I do.
My lower back has been aching all morning, but I thought it was just normal pregnancy discomfort.
But now, as I stand, a sharp pain shoots through my abdomen and I gasp in shock.
Liquid suddenly trickles down my leg and pools on the hardwood floor.
I grip the edge of the desk tightly as another contraction hits me hard. "Liam!"
I call out, interrupting his phone call.
He rushes over immediately, concern etched across his face as he takes in my obvious distress.
"What’s wrong?" he asks softly.
"I think my water broke," I reply, panic rising in my voice.
Liam’s eyes widen as he looks down at the puddle on the floor beneath me.
Then he quickly recovers himself and takes charge of the situation.
"Let’s get you to the hospital," he says firmly, helping me toward the door.
As we step into the hallway, Liam’s sister Evelyn appears in front of us, her eyes widening as she takes in my obvious condition.
"I’ll drive," she says immediately, taking charge of the situation.
Liam nods gratefully and hands her his keys before helping me toward the car.
"Oh my God, Ava, are you okay?" she asks, rushing over to help me.
Liam nods at her as he opens the door.
"Get her to the hospital, Ev. I’ll follow in my car."
Evelyn nods and takes hold of my arm, helping me down the stairs.
I grip the railing tightly as another contraction hits me hard, my knuckles turning white with the effort.
Evelyn gets me into the backseat of her car and Liam climbs in beside me.
He holds my hand firmly as Evelyn navigates through the evening traffic to get us to the hospital quickly.
As we drive, Liam keeps track of how often my contractions come on his phone.
The pain is intense, but I try to breathe through it and focus on the end goal: finally holding our baby in my arms.
Finally, the hospital comes into view ahead of us, its lights shining brightly against the darkening sky.
Evelyn pulls up to the emergency entrance and a nurse rushes out with a wheelchair as Liam helps me out of the car. As we make our way toward the hospital doors, another contraction hits me hard and I stop in my tracks, unable to walk any further.
Liam supports me as I double over, letting me squeeze his hand tightly as I ride it out.
Finally, it passes and we make our way into the hospital.
The nurse hurries us toward the maternity ward as Liam stays by my side every step of the way.
We’re almost at the elevators when another contraction hits me again.
I gasp in shock and Liam scoops me up in his arms before I can even react.
I cling to his neck as he carries me down the hall, the fluorescent lights overhead blurring together as he moves quickly.
The nurse hurries in front of us, directing us around the waiting area and past the nurses’ station.
Evelyn trails behind us, holding our paperwork and answering the nurse’s questions as we go.
As another contraction hits, I bury my face in Liam’s shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne and trying to focus on my breathing.
Liam adjusts his grip on me slightly as he follows the nurse’s directions, turning left at the nurses’ station.
Despite his outward calm, I can feel his heart pounding against my side as he carries me through the hospital.
"Stay with me, Ava," he murmurs, his voice steady but laced with urgency.
"I’m not going anywhere," I manage to reply between breaths, trying to smile through the pain.
Evelyn catches up to us, her eyes wide with concern. "They’re ready for you in delivery; just a little further."
Liam nods, his arms tightening around me as we turn down the final corridor.
We stop in front of a door and Liam gently lowers me onto the bed, my body shaking from another contraction.
The fluorescent lights overhead illuminate Liam’s worried expression as he looks down at me, nurses rushing around us to hook up monitors and prep medical equipment.
"Can you tell me a little bit about your medical history?"
one of the nurses asks, her voice warm and reassuring.
Liam hesitates for a moment before answering for me.
"I’m not sure; I’ll have to ask her."
He steps back to give the staff room to work, but I reach out and grab his hand desperately.
"Stay," I say through clenched teeth, another contraction building in my abdomen.
Liam squeezes my hand tightly, his eyes locked on mine as the nurse turns to him with a clipboard.
"Can you sign this consent form?"
she asks, holding out a pen.
Liam nods and takes it from her, signing quickly before handing it back. The head nurse smiles warmly at me as she takes the clipboard back from Liam.
"We’re going to get you changed into a hospital gown now," she says gently.
Evelyn steps forward with a bag she packed for me earlier.
"I’ve got it," she says softly, helping me into the gown and pulling the sheet up over my legs.
"Thank you," I murmur, feeling a sense of relief wash over me that Evelyn is here with us.
As Evelyn steps back, Liam leans in closer to me again, his face inches from mine as he tries to distract me from the pain.
"You’re doing great," he whispers, his breath warm against my skin.
"Just keep breathing."
I nod weakly, feeling another contraction start to build in my lower back.
"Liam," I say between clenched teeth, "help me sit up."
Liam immediately moves to support me, adjusting the bed so I can sit more comfortably.
"Is there anything else you need, Ava?" he asks, his voice full of concern.
I shake my head, trying to focus through the pain. "Just stay with me, okay?"
Liam nods, his hand tightening around mine as the nurse adjusts the fetal monitor.
The doctor comes in to check my dilation, and Liam stands beside me, his hand warm around mine as he wipes sweat from my forehead with a damp cloth.
When another contraction hits, I cry out in pain, and Liam leans in closer to me.
"You’re doing amazing, Ava," he says softly, his voice steady in my ear.
"I’m right here with you."
The nurse announces that I’m fully dilated and calls for the doctor.
Evelyn steps out of the room to give us privacy, but not before squeezing my shoulder reassuringly.
I grip Liam’s hand tighter as another wave of pain hits, the fluorescent lights overhead harsh against my sweaty skin.
The doctor positions himself at the foot of the bed, nurses adjusting equipment around us as they prepare for delivery.
Between contractions, Liam dabs my forehead with a damp cloth, his face etched with concern.
When I start crying from exhaustion, he brushes my tangled hair back from my face, his touch tender and gentle.
The monitor beeps steadily beside us as Liam leans down close to me.
His lips brush against my temple, warm and comforting.
"You’re so strong, Ava," he murmurs, his voice filled with admiration.
"I don’t feel strong," I whisper back, tears mingling with sweat on my cheeks.
The doctor glances up from the foot of the bed, meeting my eyes. "It’s time to push, Ava. You can do this."
I grip Liam’s hand with crushing force as the doctor positions herself at the foot of the bed.
The nurses adjust the stirrups and help me into position, monitoring my vitals as they wait for the next contraction.
When it hits, I bear down hard, following the doctor’s firm instructions to push.
Liam counts steadily beside me, his voice keeping me focused through the burning pain.
As the contraction subsides, I collapse back against the pillows, sweat dripping down my temples.
The doctor glances up at me, a smile on her face.
"I can see your baby’s head," she says reassuringly.
I nod weakly, gathering what little strength I have left as another contraction builds in my abdomen.
Liam clutches my hand tighter as the doctor positions herself at the foot of the bed.
The nurses stand on either side of me, monitoring the screens and preparing blankets for our baby.
When the contraction peaks, I bear down hard, following the doctor’s firm commands to push.
Liam counts beside me, his voice steady even as it cracks with emotion.
As the pressure builds in my lower back, I feel the doctor’s hands guiding me.
When she announces that the head is crowning, I grit my teeth against the pain and lean forward.
Bear down, I tell myself, using every last bit of strength to push.
Liam’s hand turns white in my grip as his other arm supports my back.
The pressure builds and builds until it feels like it might tear me in two, and then suddenly it releases in a rush.
The doctor moves quickly, her hands steady as she guides our baby into the world.
I collapse back against the pillows, my chest heaving with exhaustion.
Through the haze of pain and emotion, I hear Liam’s sharp intake of breath beside me.
The metallic clinking of medical instruments fills the room as the doctor works.
And then, a moment later, a loud, healthy cry pierces the air.
Liam’s eyes widen with awe as he turns to me, his voice trembling.
"Ava, it’s a girl," he whispers, tears glistening in his eyes.
The doctor gently places our daughter on my chest, her tiny body warm and wriggling against me.
As the nurses clean and swaddle her, I lie back against the pillows, my body still trembling from the force of her delivery.
When they return with a bundle of soft white fabric, they settle our baby in my arms.
At first, her tiny face scrunches up in protest, but as soon as she realizes she’s safe, she relaxes into my chest.
Liam perches on the edge of my bed, his eyes wide as they move between me and our daughter.
"Elena," I whisper, testing the name we chose together.
Liam nods, his throat tight as he slides an arm behind my shoulders.
His other hand reaches out to touch our baby’s cheek.
Elena yawns in response, her tiny face scrunched up in sleep.
As Liam leans against me, his warm body making a protective bubble around me and our daughter, everything else fades away.
The hospital room becomes a distant hum in the background, the beeping monitors and murmuring nurses nothing compared to the overwhelming love bursting inside me. Liam bends down to kiss Elena’s forehead, and I watch him through hazy eyes.
The warmth of our daughter against my chest seeps into my bones, filling me with a deep sense of peace that transcends everything else.
I cradle Elena against my chest, her tiny body swaddled in a soft white blanket.
Liam perches on the edge of my hospital bed, his eyes never leaving her face.
The room is quiet except for the soft beeping of the monitors and the occasional murmur from the nurses.
When Elena’s tiny hand wraps around my finger, tears blur my vision.
Liam shifts closer, his warmth steady against my side as he adjusts the blanket around us.
His fingers tremble slightly as they reach out to stroke Elena’s cheek.
I turn to look at him, seeing the same overwhelming emotion reflected in his eyes.
In that moment, we are no longer two but a family, bound by the miracle of her arrival.
The drive home from the hospital is a blur of familiar streets and Liam’s steady presence beside me.
Elena sleeps peacefully in her car seat behind us, her tiny face a picture of innocence.
My body still aches from the force of her delivery, but as we pull into Liam’s driveway, I feel a sense of relief wash over me.
The mansion looms before us, its dark furniture and tall bookshelves a warm haven after the sterile hospital rooms.
Liam helps me out of the car, his hands gentle as he gathers Elena and our bags.
As we step inside, everything looks different.
The once-intimidating space now feels like home, a place where I can finally let my guard down.
Liam leads us upstairs to the nursery he secretly prepared, its walls painted a soft yellow with a white crib nestled in the center.