All Chapters of Falling For my Fiancé’s Enemy: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

His SKYI pushed the empty plate away, the last bite of eggs sitting heavy in my stomach. The villa’s kitchen was spotless, like no one actually lived here most days. Of course, he is a neat freak and his kitchen would be neat.William was nowhere in sight and then the thought rang in my head another night struck off.“Three days to go…” I whispered to the empty room.The words tasted bitter for some weird reason, and sadness curled in my chest like smoke. What we had this messy, intense, no-strings thing was supposed to be temporary. But weirdly three days felt too soon. Guess I had gotten used to the way William filled the quiet spaces, his low laugh when I snapped at him, the way he pulled me against his chest without asking, the heat of his body next to mine all night. Annoying as hell sometimes, reliable in the only way he knew how.I stood, legs still a little shaky from last night, and walked toward the balcony for fresh air. The sliding glass door was already open, the morni

LEVIThis was the first time since his last breakup that I had heard William claim any woman as “his.” The way he said it was possessive, dead serious, and cut straight through the noise of the crowd. I could see it all over his face too, the tight set of his jaw, the way his eyes never left her even for a second. William doesn’t do anything serious aside from playing on the field. He didn’t carry women out as if they were fragile and priceless, and yet here he was, doing exactly that.I was already burning from losing my car to him in a clean, humiliating defeat on the track. Now this? Watching him shield some masked girl like she was untouchable only made the bitterness rise higher. I remembered the last party he had brought someone as Curvy as this also using a mask, confident stride, and for a split second she reminded me of Sky. The thought squeezed my chest hard. I wondered how she was holding up tonight. I had been forcing myself to give her space, telling myself if I backed

WILLIAMRight on the field, I stood gulping down water after we had just clinched another win. Sweat dripped from my temples, jersey clinging to my chest. The roar of the crowd still echoed in my ears, but it felt distant now background noise.“Dude, you were on another level out there,” Victor said, slapping my shoulder hard enough to make the water bottle shake in my hand.I gave him a quick, crooked grin. “Thanks.”I straightened up and headed toward my phone on the bench. Before I could reach it, Coach appeared, arms folded, that proud-dad look on his face.“You keep getting better every match. Making me look good out there. Congratulations… we won this one too.”I met his eyes and there was no need for words. I already knew he had just pocketed a fat bet on us. I rolled my eyes and kept walking.Then my assistant Pete stepped into my path, a tablet already glowing in his hands. The man had a sixth sense for ruining my mood.“What?” I snapped.“Sir… the President’s daughter is tu

SKYI threw on the first decent dress I could grab simple black, fitted, nothing special. No makeup beyond mascara and lip gloss. I wasn’t dressing up for him. The same silly man I once thought I loved had just threatened my sister’s life to drag me here. How could I trust a single word that came out of his mouth? How could I care about impressing anyone tonight?When I stepped out of the bedroom, Levi’s eyes roamed over me slowly, like he was still entitled to look at me that way.“You look incredible,” he murmured, stepping closer. “That dress hugs you perfectly. Everyone’s going to be staring tonight.”It’s crazy how he thinks I look incredible when I didn’t even bother with touch-ups or dressing to the nines. William would never have let me leave the house looking this basic, he would have had a meltdown over it. Okay, why in the world am I comparing them both? I shook the thought away and walked right past Levi without a word, heading straight for the door. His compliments la

SKYI pushed William’s hands away, my fingers trembling as I snatched the phone off the basin. The screen glowed with the video he had been playing of Levi and Ashley, bodies tangled, her moans filling the small bathroom like poison in the air. I bit my tongue so hard I tasted blood. I was supposed to be furious. I was supposed to feel betrayed. Instead, a strange, twisted relief washed over me that I couldn’t explain like a weight I didn’t know I was carrying had just lifted.“How… how did you get this?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper, staring at the frozen frame of Levi’s hand on Ashley’s hip.William snatched the phone back, his eyes dark and unreadable. “You shouldn’t be asking me that question right now. You should be asking yourself why you are still wearing his ring.” Only then did I recall I was still wearing the ring that is tying me to the person I knew nothing about until a few months ago.He turned me toward him, fingers firm on my chin, forcing me to meet his gaz