All Chapters of Forced to Marry My Enemy : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

SEINNA'S POVI sat beside my mum's hospital bed, watching the machines beep steadily while the latest stack of bills burned a hole in my bag.The company scandal had wiped out everything and now, investors had vanished overnight and the debt kept piling higher.My mum's heart was failing faster now, and the doctors kept repeating the same thing, surgery soon or we would lose her. I had sold what little personal property that I could but nothing worked.My phone lit up with an unknown number and I stepped into the hallway to answer."Miss Calloway, this is Damien. I need you in my office in thirty minutes. It's about saving your family. Don't be late."He hung up even before I could ask questions. I kissed my mum's forehead, told the nurse I'd be back soon, and drove across town with my stomach in knots.The office building was all glass and steel, the kind that screamed old money. Damien met me in the lobby and led me straight to a conference room without small talk."Sienna, the Arie

SEINNA'S POVLucian checked his watch again, calm as ever. For him, this was timing. Optics. Control.We need to be seen working together immediately. The first joint meeting is tomorrow at nine. The boardroom is on the forty-second floor. You will sit beside me.”I raised an eyebrow. “Beside you? How romantic and convenient.”“Strategic,” he corrected. “People need to see unity.”“Right, because nothing screams unity like a forced marriage.”He studied me again, the same way he had in Damien’s office. Like I was a puzzle he hadn’t decided whether to solve or throw away.“You’re angry. I get it but anger won’t change the timeline. We have twelve months. Let’s not waste them fighting over things we can’t control.”I stepped closer. “I’m not angry at the situation, Lucian. I’m angry that you think you can just dictate how this plays out. You signed the same contract I did,”“You want equality?” he asked quietly. “Then prove it tomorrow. Bring something useful to the table. I don’t hand

SIENNA'S POVMy heart was still hammering when I reached the top of the stairs. I didn’t look back again. I couldn’t. That last line had slipped out before I could stop it, and now it hung in the air like it belonged there.You’re not as cold as you pretend to be. What was I thinking? The man had basically bought me for a year to fix his company’s image. If that wasn't cold, then what is?I pushed open the door to my room and closed it behind me a little too hard. The room was huge and quiet. The bed was perfectly made like no one had ever slept in it. I tossed my heels into the corner and paced for a minute, the black dress suddenly feeling too tight, too much like an armor I didn’t need anymore.The dinner replayed in my head, the way his arm felt under my fingers, steady and warm. The way the board members had watched us like we were some live experiment. I had touched his arm once on purpose, just to sell the story, and he hadn’t pulled away. If anything, he had even leaned into it

Sienna POVI hated that he saw me cry.I could swear I saw him reach out for a hug or something before the elevator door dinged open.As the elevator doors opened onto the private garage, I wiped my face quickly, turning away before Lucian could study me any longer.My breaths still felt uneven with humiliation sitting heavy beneath my ribs.I had held myself together through an entire boardroom determined to tear me apart, only to fall apart in front of the one man I refused to look weak before.“I’m fine,” I said again, though neither of us believed it.Lucian didn’t argue. He simply nodded once, and he opened the car door for me. The ride back to the mansion passed in silence, thick and uncomfortable, filled with everything neither of us said.I stared out the window the entire time, watching the city blur past while replaying every laugh, every dismissive look from earlier.By the time we arrived, I couldn’t stand another second inside those walls.“I need to go out,” I said the m

Sienna POVFor one suspended second after his lips touched mine, my brain seemed to have stopped working.I had imagined what kissing Lucian Aries might feel like once or twice, usually followed by immediate self-reprimand and a reminder about contracts, rules, and common sense. None of those imagined versions came close to reality.His mouth was warm, soft and wet against mine, not hesitant the way a first kiss should have been.There was restraint there, but it felt strained, like something tightly controlled finally slipping free.He tightened his arms around my waist, pulling me closer until there was barely space left between us, and the solid heat of his body erased every rational thought I had left.I should have pushed him away.That thought existed somewhere distant, drowned beneath the rush of sensation spreading through me. Instead, my fingers curled instinctively into the front of his shirt, gripping the fabric as if grounding myself.The faint scent of his cologne wrapped