All Chapters of Falling for the Enemy : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The bus stuttered to a halt, hissing as the doors creaked open. Sienna Hayes tightened her grip on the fraying strap of her duffel bag, her heart pounding in sync with the rumble of the engine. Beyond the scratched glass window, Ridgecrest Academy’s towering gates gleamed under the morning sun, an imposing symbol of everything she didn’t belong to.“End of the line,” the driver barked, his tone indifferent.She inhaled sharply, pulling her oversized hoodie tighter around her body, as if the fabric could shield her from the weight of what lay ahead.Ridgecrest Academy wasn’t just a school. It was a kingdom. The kind of place where students wore designer uniforms tailored to perfection and carried last names that could open doors—or close them forever. And Sienna? She was the girl who didn’t belong. A scholarship kid with bruises on her ribs and a father’s debts hanging over her head like a noose.As she stepped off the bus, the chill in the air bit through her thin sweater. Her sneaker

The dormitory walls were paper-thin, and Sienna could hear the chatter and laughter of girls down the hall as she sat cross-legged on her bed. Her tiny room was bare except for the essentials: a desk, a bed, and a wardrobe that barely fit her thrifted clothes.She stared at the cracked screen of her phone. No new messages. Not from her father, who probably didn’t even remember she’d left, and certainly not from her mother, who hadn’t been in her life for years.The loneliness clawed at her chest, but she shoved it down. She couldn’t afford to wallow. Not here. Not now.A sharp knock on the door jolted her. She hesitated before crossing the room and pulling it open.The girl from the library stood there, holding a steaming mug.“Thought you could use this,” she said, thrusting the mug into Sienna’s hands.“Thanks…” Sienna trailed off, realizing she didn’t know her name.“Camila,” the girl supplied with a small smile. She stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, her gaze sweepi

Sienna’s breath fogged the air as she stepped out of the dormitory. The crisp morning chill bit at her cheeks, but she welcomed it. It was better than being trapped in her room with nothing but her thoughts to keep her company.She tightened her scarf and adjusted the strap of her backpack. Today was going to be a long one—three classes back-to-back, a shift at the campus bookstore, and then an endless night of catching up on assignments.As she walked across the courtyard, she caught sight of the rugby team jogging toward the field. They moved in perfect synchronization, their laughter and banter cutting through the morning quiet.Her eyes found Luca instantly, as if drawn by a magnet. He was at the front of the group, his breath visible in the cold air, his dark hair damp from sweat. He didn’t look like he belonged in a place like Ridgecrest either, but not because he was out of place.He owned the space.Sienna tore her gaze away, her stomach twisting. She couldn’t let herself get

The dream hit me like a punch to the gut- raw, vivid and impossible to shake. Sienna . Her lips. Her eyes. Her Skin, glistening with sweet, gliding under my fingers like silk. I could feel the heat of her body against mine , a constant pull that threatened to break everything I knew. We were in a room I didn't recognize- dark, shadows creeping in the corners. But all I saw was her. The way she moved, slow and deliberate, like she was daring me to make a move. I didn't hesitate. I never did in dreams. My hands found her, gripping her waist, pulling her closer. She gasped, breath catching in her throat. "What are you doing?"she whispered, but her eyes told a different story. Her body arched into mine, lips parted in a silent invitation. I kissed her then, hard, desperate. She tasted like fire- sweet and fierce, like nothing I'd ever known. I was drowning in her, lost in her taste, and the feel of her against me. But then, just as quickly she pulled away, her eyes wide with something

Home smelled like rosemary and garlic when I walked through the front door, and the warmth of it hit me like a wave. My mom’s cooking had a way of doing that—wrapping around you, making you feel like the world wasn’t such a bad place after all.“Luca, is that you?” her voice rang from the kitchen, light and musical like it always was.“Yeah, it’s me!” I called back, dropping my bag by the stairs.“Dinner will be ready in ten minutes! Invite your friends if you want!”I smirked. She always said that, whether or not my friends were actually coming over. Mom loved nothing more than a full house. She thrived on it—feeding people, asking a million questions, making them feel like part of the family. It was one of the reasons Jake and the guys practically lived here.I stepped into the kitchen and found her exactly as I expected: apron tied around her waist, hair pulled back into a messy bun, and a wooden spoon in hand as she stirred something that smelled incredible.“Rough practice?” she