Lahat ng Kabanata ng Her Enemy. Her child's Father; Hate and Love: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Selena's POV “You can't come in here however you like!” Mr. Williams Valenti reacted at the sound of my heels clicking against the marble floor.This sly old man didn't even need to turn before he could tell I was the one.I let out a humorless laugh as I sat down comfortably on the large leather couch. The penthouse screams of old money, rich and royal all in one place.“What are you scared of? Your son finding out about our little secret?” I smirked, taking out a cigar from my bag as I lit it. I took a few drags from the stick as I released the smoke from my lungs, throwing my head backwards in excitement.“If you are doing this on purpose, I would suggest you stop…” He groaned, sipping from his whiskey glass, and sat down in front of me, his face now serious. “What else do you want, Selena?”I smiled at the way he called my name… Like father, like son.“Now you speak my language…” I whispered, “You see, I can't really observe your daughter-in-law from such a far distance.” “Well,

Luca’s POV “Mr. Valenti, you have to stay for a day or two,” Dr. Harris' voice echoed behind me, laced with frustration.I didn’t even look back. “I’ll be discharged in a day or two anyway, so what’s the difference?” My tone was flat, and my decision was final.“Your wounds are still healing. If you….”“Then send the treatment to the house,” I cut in, already stepping into the waiting car. “You’re the doctor. So make it work.”The door shut and muffled his unending protests. My chest ached with every breath, I could still feel slight pain under my ribcage, but I could handle just that. What I couldn’t handle was sitting still, letting unanswered questions rot in my head.By the time the driver pulled up to my father’s penthouse on the outskirts of the city, I was wound tight and ready for answers.He was exactly as I expected… Standing near the floor-to-ceiling windows, a glass of wine balanced between his fingers, the city spread out beneath him like he owned it. Maybe he did.But

Nyla's POVAfter storming out of Luca’s room, with anger burning hot in my chest, I collapsed onto my bed. But I couldn’t sit still. I stood up, pacing back and forth as if the walls of the room were closing in.I pulled out my phone, scrolling once more through Ethan’s email.The photo glared back at me.Selena. Behind the wheel of a sleek black car, driving out of Mr. Williams’ penthouse.Luca’s father.My pulse quickened, the pieces clicking together in ways I didn’t want to admit. Selena wasn’t just back for revenge or drama, no… She was confident when she cornered me in the elevator, too confident for someone who was just bluffing.Now I understand why.If she had ties with Mr. Williams, then she was more than just an ex-girlfriend meddling in my life. She might know something about me, about the cover, or worse, she was trying to figure out something. I pressed a hand to my forehead, exhaling sharply. If my identity is exposed this early, everything I’ve worked for, everything

Nyla's POV I would have been lying if I had told myself that I wasn't satisfied with the scene that had just unfolded right in front of me as I slowly sipped from my coffee.After last night, I told myself that the best way to handle people like Selena was by keeping quiet and slowly enjoying her being tormented when there's no response.I took the last sip from my coffee before smoothing out imaginary dust from my dress as I stood up, grabbing onto my handbag. I lifted my eyes, and they slowly ran into Luca, who I assume must've been staring down at me all this while.My breath hitched a bit, heat creeping at the back of my neck. His stare was so intense I had to mentally pinch myself to break out of it.I tilted my head slightly towards Selena, revealing a small smirk.“I'll take my leave now,” I muttered under my breath, now turned towards Luca, unsure of what else to say as I walked out of the dining room with the sound of my heels clicking hard against the marble floor.Matteo w

Nyla's POV Selena stood by our table longer than necessary, her teammates exchanged awkward glances before whispering. The words weren’t loud, but I picked up a few.“Is she… really going up against Mrs. Valenti?”“She’s bold, I’ll give her that…”I didn't need to look at her to know that the whispers of their uncertainty got to her.I picked up my fork and returned to my meal as if her presence meant nothing. Ava followed my lead, her hands fidgeting with her napkin, clearly trying to match my calm.Finally, Selena let out a soft, dramatic laugh before sauntering off to a corner booth with teammates. Her heels clicked against the floor loudly.Only then did Ava lean closer, her voice quiet but careful. “Are you sure you want to stay here? We can go somewhere else… if it’s too much.”I lifted my gaze from my plate, meeting hers with deliberate steadiness. “I tolerate far more than her being in the same restaurant, Ava.” My lips curved in the faintest trace of a smile. “She’s living u