All Chapters of Her Enemy. Her child's Father; Hate and Love: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Nyla's POV I stood at the front of the mirror, water dripping from my hair down to my body. After leaving Luca in the room, I decided to take a quick bath with my mind running to and fro from yesterday's activity. From going to the Mr. Williams penthouse to getting kidnapped by Malcolm. It was a whole lot, but Malcolm was hot, though… I place my hands on my head with a sigh. What I'm I thinking? Yes, it was past 4 in the morning, and I wasn't even feeling sleepy at all. Maybe it was as a result of the drinks I had drank or just my thoughts that refused to stay at a spot. I took a deep breath; I was going to tell him everything next month after the gala. He had so much to do with the event coming up, making him worry more was a bit selfish, and besides, I wasn't sure I was ready to tell him anything yet. After spending what felt like forever in the bathroom, I finally came out with a towel strapped to my chest, and to my surprise, Luca was still in my room, sitting at t

Luca's POV When I got to the office, the warmth from being in Silver's presence had already faded into the distant hum of the city.As usual, Valenti's headquarters was booming with activities, especially since the gala was just a month away.I had to schedule an emergency meeting while in the car, and now, the conference room was already full with designers, PR heads, and some investors all huddled around screens and sketches.At the center of it all was Selena, who was calmly directing everything with a tablet in her hand.Her hair was pulled back in a sleek bun, and her expression? It was unreadable; her usual smug smile wasn't there.This wasn't the Selena I know.That's strange.She had always been the type to command attention with every word, every gesture designed to make people notice her. But today, it was different; she barely looked up when I entered, only offering a polite nod before

Ava's POV Argghh Why am I feeling like a high school girl who's lovestruck?I asked myself as I walked out of Mr. Luca's office, my face already red like I got spiked by some chilies.Get a grip, Ava. Marco probably doesn’t feel that way. I told myself again, but then… He came all the way to my house last night, worried about me. Who does that? He’d even brought chocolates and tea.I’m probably reading too much into things.Mrs. Valenti didn't come to the office today, and I guess she must've been really worn out from the drinks she took yesterday. Still, a part of me couldn’t help worrying that Mr. Luca might be angry about what happened last night.I took a deep breath. Although there was no sign of annoyance when I had spoken to him earlier, it was hard to tell what he actually had in mind with just his expression.Since Mrs. Valenti wasn’t in, I had to make sure all the documents for the ga

Luca's POV When we stepped inside the mansion, the sound of laughter echoed faintly from the living room. Marco was sitting on one of the couches with his jacket beside him and his sleeves rolled up, talking animatedly with Ava, who, to my surprise, was actually laughing.Silver looked at me completely amused. “They seem to be getting along quite well.”“So it seems,” I muttered, biting the urge to grin.Marco noticed us first. He stood up almost too quickly, straightening his tie like he hadn’t just been caught flirting a few seconds ago. Ava, on the other hand, turned pink the instant she saw us, scrambling to stand as well.“Mr. Valenti,” Marco greeted, clearing his throat. “You had your phone off.”“Yeah, I noticed,” I replied, half-smirking. “Looks like you made yourself comfortable in the meantime.”He didn’t answer, but that tiny twitch at the corner of his mouth gave him away straight up.I nodded toward the stairs. “Let’s talk upstairs.”Silver waved at Ava before heading

Luca's POV I watched Silver walk out of the hospital, a small sad smile tugging at the corner of her lips before she left. Something in me snapped; I turned towards Selena with a sigh and then gently removed her hands from my arms. “Silver is my wife, Selena. If you really love me, you'd let me go,” I said softly. “Luca…” she frowned, then pressed her lips in a thin line. She slowly nodded, her eyes meeting mine. Just then, a doctor walked towards us, with a clipboard in his hand, wearing a professional expression. “Mr. Valenti,” he greeted, “your father is stable at the moment. It has to do with his age and some kind of stress. His blood pressure did spike a little bit, he's conscious, and you can see him,” he said. “But you have to keep it brief,” he added. I nodded, muttering a quiet thank you before following him down the long, sterile hallway. The click of my shoes against the polished floor echoed through the corridor as we walked towards his ward at the VIP part of th