All Chapters of Falling for the Enemy : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I had never felt this hollow before.Standing there, watching Luca walk away from me, the ache in my chest deepened into something unbearable. It wasn’t anger in his eyes when he looked at me—it was worse. It was devastation.I broke him.And that realization shattered something inside me.The rain started to fall in slow, heavy drops, soaking through my sweater as I stood frozen on the edge of the rugby field. Luca’s figure disappeared into the darkness, his broad shoulders stiff, his entire body coiled with tension.I wanted to run after him.I wanted to tell him I was sorry a thousand times over.But the words weren’t enough.They never would be.I had lied. I had kept the one secret that could destroy him, and now that he knew, I wasn’t sure if I could ever fix this.A gust of wind sent a shiver down my spine, and I realized I was still standing there, clutching my arms around myself as if I could hold myself together.Ethan’s voice cut through the silence. “You should let him coo

I couldn’t feel my legs as I walked away.Each step felt heavier than the last, like the weight of my own words was dragging me down.I’m in love with you.I had never said those words to anyone before. Not like that. Not when they mattered.And Luca hadn’t said anything back.Not a single word.I had braced myself for anger, for accusations, for him telling me he hated me. But his silence? That was worse.It was deafening.It was final.By the time I made it back to my dorm, I felt like I had left a part of myself out there on the rugby field. I closed the door behind me, leaning against it as my vision blurred.I should have told him the truth sooner.I should have fought harder.I should have—A knock at the door made me jolt.I wiped my face quickly before opening it.Mia stood there, arms crossed, eyes sharp.“You look like hell,” she said.“Thanks,” I muttered, stepping aside to let her in.She didn’t sit. She just turned to me, her expression unreadable. “What happened?”I swal

I should have told him to leave.I should have pulled my hand away, put up the walls I had spent years perfecting, and reminded myself that Luca Russo was dangerous in every possible way.But I didn’t.Because when his fingers threaded through mine, when his body shifted closer in the dim glow of the moon, the war inside me collapsed.There was no logic.No reason.Only this—this thing between us, stronger than my fear, my past, my secrets.“I mean it, Sienna,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “I don’t know how to stay away from you.”His breath was warm against my cheek, the scent of him—cologne and sweat and something uniquely Luca—wrapping around me like a second skin.I turned to him slowly, my pulse hammering in my ears.“Then don’t.”His eyes darkened, the line between hesitation and inevitability snapping like a thread pulled too tight.And then—His lips crashed into mine.It wasn’t soft.It wasn’t careful.It was heat and desperation and weeks of tension unraveling all at on

I didn’t sleep.Not really.I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my heart still racing from the night before. Every time I closed my eyes, I could feel Luca’s hand on my back, the heat of his body when he’d whispered, Trust me.God, I was so screwed.The thrill of almost getting caught still buzzed in my veins. It wasn’t just the danger of sneaking around that had my body on high alert—it was him.Luca Russo.The boy I swore I wouldn’t get close to. The boy I was failing miserably at resisting.The worst part?I didn’t even want to resist anymore.I turned onto my side, hugging my pillow to my chest, but sleep never came. By the time the morning announcements played over the intercom, I was already wide awake, staring at my uniform hanging on the closet door.I needed to pull myself together.This was getting reckless.Luca was dangerous—if not for my heart, then for my entire future.If he found out the truth about my father… about why I was really here…No.I forced myself to sit u

I needed to stay away from him.That much was clear.Every time I let my guard slip, even a little, Luca Russo found a way to get under my skin. A glance, a touch, a single word spoken in that low, infuriating voice, and suddenly I was right back where I swore I wouldn’t be—on the edge of something reckless.Something dangerous.Something I couldn’t afford.So why had I gone to the match?Why had I stood there, watching him dominate the field, moving like he owned every inch of that stadium?And why—when he came to me afterward, sweat-drenched and looking at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered—had I felt like my resolve was slipping through my fingers?This had to stop.It had to.By the time I got back to my dorm, I felt like I’d run a marathon.“Where have you been?” Lila asked, sitting cross-legged on her bed, scrolling through her phone.“Nowhere,” I mumbled, stripping off my hoodie.She arched a brow. “Lies. You were at the game, weren’t you?”I groaned, flopp