All Chapters of Falling for the Enemy : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The second our car pulled up to the grand entrance of the Ritz Paris, my breath caught in my throat.It was like stepping into a dream.Golden light spilled onto the cobblestone streets, shimmering through the delicate iron balconies that lined the Haussmann-style buildings. The scent of fresh croissants and something floral—jasmine, maybe—drifted in the evening air. I could hear the hum of soft French conversations from a nearby café, the gentle clinking of wine glasses, and the occasional laughter that reminded me why Paris was called the city of love.But more than the city, it was this. Us. Luca’s hand was warm around mine, his fingers laced so tightly between mine that it felt like a promise.A promise that after everything we had endured—after the secrets, the betrayals, the near destruction of both our lives—we had earned this.“First time in Paris?” The doorman smiled as he opened the car door for us.Luca stepped out first, then reached back for me, pulling me into his side e

I woke up to the sound of steady breathing and the warmth of Luca’s body pressed against mine. The soft glow of the Paris skyline seeped through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing our hotel room in a golden hue.For a moment, I just existed in the quiet.No chaos. No fear. No past clawing at my heels.Just the rhythmic rise and fall of Luca’s chest beneath my hand, the weight of his arm draped lazily over my waist, and the feeling of absolute safety wrapped around me like a second skin.It felt unreal.Paris had always been a fantasy, a faraway dream I never thought I’d see up close. But waking up here, wrapped up in him, felt like something more—like a new beginning.Luca stirred beside me, his lips ghosting over my shoulder before he let out a low, sleep-roughened groan. “You’re staring at me.”I smiled. “You always know.”His grip on my waist tightened as he buried his face in my neck, his voice muffled. “Because you never stop.”I laughed softly, brushing my fingers through his

The morning after was different.Not in a bad way. In a this-is-forever kind of way.Sienna lay beside me, wrapped in nothing but the white hotel sheets, her bare shoulder peeking out as the early morning Parisian sun bathed her in golden light. Her hair was a mess from my hands tangling in it last night, her lips were slightly swollen from the way I had devoured them, and she had that sated, relaxed look that made my chest tighten with something I couldn’t name.I’d had my fair share of women before, but none of them had ever undone me the way she did.Last night had been more than just sex. It had been a goddamn awakening.I brushed a strand of hair from her face, my fingers lingering against her cheek. Her lips parted slightly at my touch, a soft sigh escaping as she stirred.“Are you watching me sleep, Russo?” she murmured, eyes still closed.I smirked. “Watching. Admiring. Same thing.”Her eyes finally fluttered open, still hazy from sleep. “That sounds like something a stalker w

(Luca’s POV)I never thought coming home would feel like this.After everything—years of tension, family wars, the weight of debts and bloodshed—I expected some lingering unease. A shadow of the past hovering over us, waiting for a moment to sink its claws back in.But when I woke up that morning, Sienna curled up against my chest, her soft breaths fanning my skin, it hit me.We’d won.Not just against the ghosts of our families’ pasts. Not just against the weight of the debt that had nearly crushed her.We’d won the right to be happy.And now, for the first time in our lives, we had to figure out what happiness actually looked like.BACK TO ROUTINEThe morning was slow.Sienna stretched beside me, her bare skin brushing against mine, and I tightened my grip around her waist, pressing a kiss to her temple.“Morning,” she murmured, still half-asleep.“Morning, princess.”She let out a hum, burrowing closer. “We have to go back to school soon.”I groaned. “Why’d you have to ruin a perfe

If someone had told me a year ago that I’d be standing here, dressed in a cap and gown, with Sienna by my side, I would have laughed in their face.But here we were.After everything—the debts, the fights, the betrayals, the near-death experiences—we had made it.And for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t looking over my shoulder.THE CEREMONYThe stadium was packed. Students, family, friends—everyone gathered to celebrate an ending and a beginning.I sat beside Ethan, adjusting my cap for the hundredth time. “This thing is ridiculous.”Ethan smirked. “Who knew the great Luca Russo had issues with wearing a hat?”I shot him a glare. “Shut up.”His laughter was drowned out by the crowd as the ceremony began.Sienna was seated a few rows away, but even from here, I could see her.She looked… radiant.Her eyes were shining, her smile soft, and every time she laughed at something Cassie whispered to her, I felt my chest tighten.God, I loved that woman.The speeches dragged on. Some