บททั้งหมดของ In the Arms of the Enemy’s Brother : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Roman’s POV I felt the bed shift under me, and before I could even open my eyes, warm weight pressed down on my chest. Serena's legs straddled my hips, her hands planted firmly on my shoulders as she leaned in close. Her hair tickled my face, and she let out a loud, cheerful shout right next to my ear. "Good morning!" she yelled, her voice full of that boundless energy she always has. My body jerked in surprise, my heart pounding from the sudden wake-up call. I groaned, trying to bury my face deeper into the pillow. The room was still dark, the early morning light barely sneaking through the curtains. I had only fallen asleep a few hours ago after a long night of tossing and turning over work emails that wouldn't leave my mind. My eyelids felt heavy, like they were glued shut, and all I wanted was to pull the covers over my head and drift back into that fuzzy sleep. But Serena wasn't having it. She bounced a little on my stomach, her knees digging into my sides just enough to mak

Serena’s POV I wake up to the soft light filtering through the curtains of our villa bedroom. The sun in Italy hits different, warm and golden, like it's hugging the whole place. We've been here for days now, and every day feels like a dream I don't want to wake from. Being here with Roman made everything even better. He's been all over me since we arrived, his hands always finding mine, his body pressed close like he can't stand even an inch of space between us. I love how he acts, like I'm the only thing in his world. It makes my heart race every time he looks at me with those intense eyes. The villa is huge and beautiful, with white stone walls and big windows that let in the sea breeze. Flowers bloom everywhere outside, but we haven't gone out much. Roman suggested a walk once, but then he pulled me back to the bed, saying he didn't want to share me with the world. I didn't mind. Staying inside with him feels perfect. The chefs come in every day, cooking up meals that make my m

Serena’s POV The bed felt warm with Roman's arm draped over my waist, his steady breathing against my neck. I smiled, turning to face him. His dark hair was messy, and his eyes fluttered open as I kissed his cheek. “Good morning,” I whispered. He pulled me closer, his hand sliding down my back “Morning, beautiful. What's the plan today?” he asked, his voice rough from sleep. I thought for a second. “Let's go shopping. I want to explore the town nearby.” He grinned and nodded. We got out of bed, showered quickly and dressed in light clothes for the warm day. I picked a simple sundress that hugged my curves, and he wore a white shirt and shorts. The villa's driver took us to the bustling market street in the nearby town. Cobblestone paths lined with colorful shops greeted us. The air smelled of fresh bread and flowers from street vendors. Roman held my hand as we walked, his fingers intertwined with mine. Our first stop was a boutique with dresses hanging in the window. I pointed to

Roman’s POV I woke up before the sun fully rose, the Italian light filtering softly through the curtains of our bedroom in the villa. Serena was still asleep beside me, her breathing steady and peaceful. Her face looked so relaxed, lips slightly parted, her dark hair messy across the pillow. My chest tightened just looking at her. This was the woman I loved more than anything, the one I couldn't imagine life without. Today was her birthday, and I'd planned everything to make it unforgettable. But more than that, today was the day I'd ask her to marry me. I'd known for a long time she was it for me, no doubts, no turning back. I'd been preparing for weeks. The ring was tucked away in a small box in my suitcase, a secret I'd carried across the ocean. It was the one she'd pointed out during a random window shopping back home. We were walking down a crowded street, her hand in mine, when she paused at a jewelry store. Her eyes fixed on this elegant gold band with a single diamond that

Roman’s POV I rubbed my eyes and leaned back in my office chair, staring at the stack of papers on my desk. It had been like this every day since we got back from that amazing trip to Italy. Work had hit me like a truck. Meetings one after another, phone calls that never ended, emails piling up faster than I could delete them. My calendar was a mess of colors, red for urgent client calls, blue for team updates, green for strategy sessions. I glanced at the clock on my wall; it was already past six in the evening, and I still had reports to review before I could even think about leaving. I could have my employees do some things, but I prefer to do them myself. I picked up my coffee mug, but it was cold, just like the third one I'd had today. The office around me was quieting down. Most of my employees had headed home hours ago, their desks empty except for the hum of the air conditioner and the distant click of keyboards from the floor below. I missed Serena. She was knee-deep in w