All Chapters of Falling for the Enemy : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Italy had always been a place of indulgence. Good food. Strong wine. The kind of sun that kissed your skin and made you feel like you could stop time just by standing still.But right now, as I stared at Sienna laughing across the candlelit dinner table, Italy was more than that.It was the place where I was going to ask the only woman I’d ever loved to be my wife.She didn’t know it yet.Didn’t know that the small, velvet box had been burning a hole in my pocket all day. That every second I spent looking at her, I was trying to figure out how to get the words out without sounding like a fucking idiot.I wasn’t nervous. Not in the way most men would be. I didn’t doubt her answer. I knew what we were. What we would be.But this moment had to be perfect. Because Sienna deserved perfect.And I was going to give it to her.We left the restaurant, walking hand in hand along the beach. The waves lapped at the shore, a warm breeze carrying the scent of salt and citrus.Sienna sighed, leaning

I always thought I was prepared for anything. I’d faced enemies in dark alleys, dodged bullets, stared down men twice my size without flinching. But nothing—not a single damn thing—could have prepared me for this moment.For the absolute onslaught that came the second we stepped into the arrivals terminal.Sienna barely had time to breathe before her mother pulled her into a crushing hug, her father standing just behind her, looking more hesitant than anything. My mother, on the other hand, wasted no time before her arms were around me, gripping me so tight I almost lost feeling in my arms.“Oh, Luca,” she murmured, voice thick with emotion. “You’re back.”I let out a small laugh, hugging her back. “Yeah, Ma. I’m back.”Cassie, standing just beside her, gave me an exaggerated eye roll. “Finally. I swear to God, another week and I would’ve flown to Europe myself to drag your ass home.”Ethan smirked, standing with his hands in his pockets. “I was rooting for him to stay. Less work for

(Sienna’s POV)If I had any doubts that Cassie was unhinged, they were obliterated the second I walked into my bachelorette party.The entire place was decked out in pink neon lights, feather boas, and a dangerously overfilled bar. The air was thick with laughter, music, and just the right amount of chaos.I barely had time to process it all before Cassie shoved a sash over my head that read Bridezilla-in-Training and plopped a tiara on my head.“Time to make terrible decisions, my dear future Mrs. Russo,” she purred.I groaned. “Cass, please tell me this won’t end up with me doing something stupid.”Her grin was nothing short of evil. “Define stupid.”I was so screwed.SHOTS & CHAOSWithin minutes, the drinks started flowing.Lila, surprisingly, was the first to drag me onto the dance floor, and before I knew it, I was being spun around, Cassie yelling something about letting loose.Someone handed me a ridiculously fruity drink, and I took a sip before promptly coughing my lungs out.

(Sienna’s POV)I woke up before dawn.Not because I set an alarm. Not because Cassie was screaming about last-minute changes. Not even because of nerves.I just… woke up.And for a long, quiet moment, I lay there staring at the ceiling, trying to grasp the fact that this was the last morning I would wake up as Sienna Calloway.By the time the sun set today, I would be Sienna Russo.I turned my head, eyes landing on my wedding dress hanging near the window. The soft morning light hit the fabric just right, making it shimmer like something out of a fairy tale.My fairy tale.It still didn’t feel real.Not the dress. Not the wedding. Not the fact that, in just a few hours, I was going to walk down the aisle and marry Luca Russo—the boy who had once been my enemy, the man who had become my home.A soft knock on my door broke me from my thoughts.“Come in,” I called, sitting up.The door creaked open, and my mother stepped in, looking elegant as ever in a deep blue silk robe.Her eyes land

(Sienna’s POV)The day started the same way it always did.With screaming.“MAMAAAAAAAA!”Sienna groaned, barely cracking an eye open as she heard the patter of little feet pounding against the hardwood floors.Beside her, Luca let out a heavy sigh.“Your turn,” he mumbled, dragging a pillow over his head.Sienna peeked at the alarm clock. 5:42 AM.She groaned. “Luca, it’s your turn.”“No, it’s not.”“Yes, it is. I dealt with their meltdown last night.”“Fine,” Luca sighed dramatically. He shifted, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. “But if I have to get up, I demand payment.”“Payment?” she asked sleepily, already smiling.“Hmm,” he hummed, lips brushing against her shoulder. “A kiss. Minimum.”Before she could answer, a loud crash echoed through the house, followed by giggles.Sienna and Luca both shot up.“MATTEO!”“ALESSANDRO!”Luca cursed, already throwing the blanket off. “I swear, if they broke another vase—”“They take after you,” Sienna said, following h