All Chapters of Falling for the Enemy : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

(Sienna’s POV)The chaos started before we even left the house.“Where’s my shark floatie?!” Matteo shouted from the top of the stairs, his small voice frantic.“I told you, we don’t need floaties! We’re staying in a villa, not a water park!” Luca called back, exasperated. He stood by the door, two suitcases stacked beside him, one hand gripping Alessandro’s tiny wrist as our other son tried to wriggle free.“But Mama said there’s a pool!” Matteo insisted, his blue eyes wide with betrayal as he turned to me for support.I sighed, adjusting my sunglasses on top of my head. “Baby, there’s a pool, but you can swim without the floatie now, remember? You’re a big boy.”Matteo puffed out his cheeks in that stubborn way that reminded me too much of Luca. “Big boys still need their shark floaties.”Luca groaned. “Fine. Get the damn floatie.”Matteo cheered and bolted upstairs. Meanwhile, Alessandro seized the distraction and successfully yanked out of Luca’s grip, running toward the kitchen.

(Sienna’s POV)The sun hung high in the Greek sky, casting golden light over the deep blue sea as we boarded the private yacht. The salty breeze played with my hair as I tightened my grip on Alessandro’s little hand, ensuring he didn’t go sprinting off the dock and straight into the water like his brother nearly had.“Matteo, slow down!” I called out, watching as he ran ahead, his little feet thudding against the wooden deck of the yacht.“But Papa said we could drive the boat!” Matteo whined, pointing at Luca, who stood at the helm with an amused smirk.Luca ruffled his hair. “I said you could help me drive, bud. There’s a difference.”Alessandro tugged on my shirt, his big brown eyes filled with curiosity. “Mama, do you think we’ll see sharks?”I laughed, kneeling to his level. “Not here, sweetheart. But we might see dolphins.”Matteo, who had been pouting about his co-captain status, perked up immediately. “Dolphins?! Can we swim with them?”Luca chuckled, wrapping an arm around my

Matteo had always been the louder of the twins, the one who ran first, climbed higher, and laughed the hardest. But today, he was eerily quiet. Sienna had noticed it from the moment he woke up, sluggish and groggy, rubbing his eyes as if he hadn’t gotten a full night’s sleep. She had brushed it off at first, assuming he was just tired from their recent trip, but as the hours passed, unease settled in the pit of her stomach.She stood in the kitchen, watching him from across the room as he curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket even though the air-conditioning wasn’t on. Alessandro sat beside him, happily munching on a cookie, but Matteo only stared at his, making no move to eat it.Luca walked into the room, his brows furrowed as he followed her gaze. “What’s wrong?”Sienna shook her head. “I don’t know. He’s just… off.”Luca approached the couch and sat beside Matteo, ruffling his dark curls. “Hey, buddy, not hungry?”Matteo shook his head slowly. “My head hurts,” he mumbled, h

Sienna’s POVI’ve never felt time move this slowly.The walls of the hospital room feel like they’re closing in, trapping us in this nightmare that refuses to end. Matteo still lies in that bed, his small body looking too fragile beneath the layers of blankets, an IV taped to his arm, oxygen tubes keeping his breaths steady. But steady isn’t enough. Steady is just survival.I want him to wake up. I want him to open those big, mischievous brown eyes and ask me why I look so sad. I want to hear his laugh again, feel his tiny hands tugging at my dress, asking for one more bedtime story, one more hug.Instead, I sit here, frozen, watching the rise and fall of his chest as if the moment I blink, it might stop.Luca hasn’t left the room, not even for a second. He stands near the window, arms crossed, his jaw clenched so tightly that I’m afraid he’ll crack a tooth. His entire body radiates tension, frustration, and something deeper—something I know he doesn’t want to name out loud.Fear.“Mr

Luca’s POVI don’t sleep that night.I sit in the hospital chair beside Matteo’s bed, staring at the slow, steady rise and fall of his chest. Every breath he takes feels like a small victory, but I can’t shake the fear tightening around my ribs. I’ve always been a man who takes action—who fixes problems before they even have the chance to become threats.But this? This is a battle I don’t know how to fight.Sienna finally dozes off sometime after midnight, curled up in an awkward position in the chair beside me, her hand still clutching Matteo’s. I should tell her to go home, to get some real rest, but I already know she won’t. She won’t leave our son, and neither will I.The clock on the wall ticks away the hours, but I can’t focus on anything except the helplessness clawing at my insides.I hate this. I hate the waiting. I hate the unknown.And most of all, I hate the idea that I might not be able to protect my son from this.At some point, my phone vibrates in my pocket, breaking t