Todos los capítulos de Falling for the Enemy : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

I knew Ridgecrest Academy.I knew every whispered secret, every hushed conversation behind closed doors. I knew who controlled the social hierarchy, who ran the underground deals, and who had enough power to make someone disappear—figuratively and literally.And right now, my instincts were screaming that something was very, very wrong.Amanda’s little stunt in the dining hall wasn’t just some petty attempt to get under Sienna’s skin. No—this was calculated. A well-placed strike meant to rattle her. And the way she spoke?She knew something.Something I didn’t.And that was unacceptable.—“Tell me everything.”Ethan and Jaxon sat across from me in my room, the tension thick enough to choke on. Sienna was next to me, curled up in my hoodie like she belonged there. Like she was mine.She was still shaken, though she’d never admit it. I could feel the way her fingers twisted the fabric of my sleeve, the barely-there tremor in her breath.And I wanted blood for it.Ethan sighed, running

Ridgecrest had always been a battlefield.Most people didn’t see it that way.To them, it was just another elite prep school where rich kids played pretend, and the only real consequences were bad grades and college rejection letters.But I knew better.Because Ridgecrest wasn’t about education.It was about power.Who had it.Who controlled it.And who was willing to burn the entire place down to keep it.Matteo Russo had been pulling the strings for years.Now?He was about to find out what happened when his own blood turned against him.—Sienna sat across from me in my room, legs crossed, her sharp eyes locked on the papers scattered across my desk. The dim glow from my desk lamp cast long shadows across her face, highlighting the determination in her expression. She didn’t look nervous. She looked ready.Which was good.Because we were past the point of turning back.Jaxon leaned against my desk, flipping through the file she had pulled together. “So, what’s the move?”Ethan crac

Sienna could feel the weight of the walls closing in.It wasn’t just in the way people whispered now when they passed by, their voices hushed but their eyes sharp with curiosity. It wasn’t even in the way Luca had become more obsessive, more relentless in his pursuit of the truth about his father.No.It was in the way he looked at her.Like he knew. Like he could sense that she was keeping something from him, that the silence between them wasn’t just exhaustion or stress—it was a barrier she couldn’t let him break through.She gripped the edges of the textbook in front of her, her nails digging into the worn paper. The library was quiet, save for the soft scratching of pens against notebooks and the occasional rustle of a page turning. Across from her, Luca sat with his head down, flipping through the endless notes he had been compiling over the last few weeks.If she closed her eyes, she could still remember the first time she’d seen him like this—so focused, so determined. But back

I should’ve expected the warning.I should’ve seen it coming the second I started pulling at the loose threads of my father’s empire, unraveling secrets that had been buried for years.But knowing it was coming didn’t stop the rage from boiling in my chest.Someone thought they could scare me off.Someone thought a single message would be enough to make me stop.They were wrong.If anything, it only made me more determined.But as I sat there, staring at Sienna’s pale face, another thought crept in—one that I hated, one that made my jaw clench so hard it hurt.If they were warning me, it meant they knew I was getting close.And if they knew I was getting close…They knew about Sienna too.I exhaled sharply, shoving my phone into my pocket and pushing back from the table. “I need to talk to you.” My voice was low, controlled. But she knew me well enough now to hear the tension beneath it.She hesitated, her fingers tightening around the hem of her sweater, before nodding. “Okay.”I sto

My hands trembled as I gripped the edge of the bathroom sink, watching the water swirl down the drain.She lied to me.I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the image of Sienna standing there, her face streaked with tears, her voice breaking as she admitted everything.I should’ve known.I should’ve seen the signs—the way she always hesitated when I brought up Matteo, the way she looked over her shoulder when we talked about my family.And now, after everything, after I let her in, after I gave her every part of me… she was connected to him.My father.The man I hated more than anything in this world.The man I was trying to destroy.I slammed my fist into the sink, the sharp pain doing nothing to ground me. My breathing was uneven, my heart racing, my body torn between fury and something else—something worse.Betrayal.I wasn’t sure how long I stood there, staring at my reflection, before a voice cut through the roaring in my head.“Luca.”Ethan.I turned, my chest rising and