All Chapters of Falling For my Fiancé’s Enemy: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

SKYI managed to arrange myself in the bathroom mirror, smoothing my dress, fixing my smudged mascara, running cold water over my wrists to calm the flush on my cheeks. My reflection stared back and I could see my lips swollen. Then I noticed the dark purple hickey blooming on the side of my neck, right where William’s mouth had been relentless.What the heck? He does whatever he pleases like I am his personal canvas.I sighed, long and tired, and dug through my purse for concealer. A few dabs, and it was mostly hidden under a thin layer of makeup. Good enough, no one would notice unless they got too close.Just as I placed the concealer back in my purse the bathroom door opened.Ashley walked in, adjusting her dress, neck already covered in a silk scarf, it's one thing she came here without letting me know it's another having sex with my fiancé in the bathroom. It makes me wonder when they had both been doing this.There I saw fresh, red-purple marks peeking above the fabric. Severa

The room was filled with silence, broken only by the soft rustle of sheets and the faint rhythm of my breathing. I lay there, still in the same gown from the gala, the fabric clinging to my skin like a second shadow. Exhaustion had pulled me under hours ago, but now something warmer, heavier, anchored me back to the surface.Strong arms slid around my waist from behind, familiar, possessive. The scent of cedarwood and expensive cologne flooded my senses before I even registered the heat of his body pressed to mine. William.Soft kisses ghosted along the curve of my shoulder, slow and deliberate, each one melting another layer of my resolve. I kept my eyes closed, afraid that opening them would shatter whatever dream this was. Afraid that reality would remind me of his father’s cold words, of Elena’s laughter as his hand rested too low on her back at the party, of every reason I should push him away.But then his lips found the sensitive spot beneath my ear and my breath hitched. He

SKYThe afternoon sun hung low over the training fields, turning the grass a vivid, almost unreal green. I pocketed my phone after reading the message, unable to stop the smile that pulled at my lips.“Everything is done, ma’am.”Three simple words, and yet they felt like the first real breath I had taken in weeks.I clapped my hands as my little warriors, sweat-soaked and grinning, immediately abandoned their water bottles and sprinted toward me in a chaotic, joyful pack.“That’s it for today!” I called over their excited chatter. “Go eat properly. No skipping meals, no junk, and definitely no hunger strikes… You get two days off this weekend but don't forget to practice on your own for two hours. I want all of you strong for whatever comes next.”Just then, Mia tilted her head with that too-perceptive look twelve-year-olds sometimes get. “Coach… does that mean we are finally ready for a real competition?”Well, our relationship has gotten better these past few weeks.I met her eyes

SKY“Are you okay?” I pushed myself back from him, staring like he had lost his mind. My heart was hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat.“Be yours?” The words came out sharper than I meant. “What am I supposed to tell Levi? How about you…”My sentence died when he pulled me closer again, hands firm on my waist, eyes burning into mine.“I want you to be mine, Anita.”That name again, the way he said it low, rough, possessive always hit me somewhere deep. No one else had ever made “Anita” sound like a secret only he knew.“A month without you felt like years,” he continued, voice quieter now, almost broken. “I kept waiting. One message. One call. Anything to show you cared even a little, but nothing.”He reached for my hands, trying to pull them to his chest but I snatched them away.“Don’t I deserve that much?” I shot back, even though every word felt like glass in my mouth. “You said hurtful things too. I don’t get mad and disappear on you. You leave without a word, and I am

WILLIAMThe morning light filtered through the half-open blinds in soft gold streaks, painting the bedroom in a warmth that felt almost cruel. I lay there, tangled in sheets that still smelled like her jasmine and the faint trace of last night’s sweat and surrender. Anita was curled against my chest, one leg thrown over mine, her breathing slow and even. A month without this. A month of empty hotel beds and stadium roars that sounded hollow. Now that I had her back, every cell in my body screamed not to move, breathe too loud, or to let the world steal this moment.My phone buzzed on the nightstand like an intruder. I ignored it the first time. The second. But the third vibration cut through the quiet like a blade.“Will… pick up your damn phone,” she murmured sleepily, her voice still husky from the way I had made her scream my name hours earlier.I rolled my eyes, frustration already coiling in my gut, and reached for it without checking the screen. “Hello.”“Heard you are back f