All Chapters of Forced to Marry My Enemy : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Sienna POVI arrived at the restaurant fifteen minutes early.The place Maya chose was quiet and hidden away from the busy part of the city, the kind of restaurant people visited when they did not want to be noticed.I sat at a corner table tucked behind a decorative divider, my back facing the wall so I could see anyone approaching.My hands rested around a glass of water I had not touched while my thoughts moved restlessly from one worry to another.Months had passed since Maya first uncovered the truth behind the scandal, and guilt had followed me every single day for not meeting her sooner. Between Lucian’s recovery and stabilizing the company, time kept slipping away, yet none of that felt like a good enough excuse.The sound of footsteps approaching made me look up.For a second, I almost did not recognize her.Maya walked toward me dressed entirely in black, wearing a hat pulled low over her face, dark shades covering her eyes, and a nose mask hiding the rest of her features.S

Sienna POV“How dare you?!”The words tore out of me before I could stop them, my chest rising and falling as anger burned through every part of me.Lucian still held his cheek where my hand had struck him, shock written clearly across his face as if he could not believe I had actually done it.Good! He deserved to feel surprised.I stared at him, my eyes sharp and unyielding, waiting for him to understand just how furious I was.My gaze drifted briefly toward Ace, who stood frozen near the living room like a witness who regretted being present, before I looked back at Lucian again.“What the hell was that for?” Lucian demanded, his voice rising with anger as disbelief replaced the shock on his face.Ace cleared his throat awkwardly, already backing toward the door. “I think… I should step out,” he muttered quickly before disappearing outside, leaving the two of us alone with tension thick enough to suffocate.“That,” I said, pointing at him, “was for having someone follow me.”Lucian

Lucian POV We went over and over again for hours, until we were both shaking, oversensitiveand laughing breathlessly between moans.Finally we collapsed on the bed. She sprawled half across my chest, legs tangled with the ruined sheets. I pressed kiss after kiss to her damp forehead, her temple and the tip of her nose. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “Every inch of you. I enjoyed every goddamn second of you. I love you so much, Sienna. I can’t even tell you when it started. Maybe the first time you looked at me like you hated me but still stayed. Maybe the night we broke every rule. I just know I’m never letting go again.”She smiled softly, sleepy, then lifted a hand. Her fingertips traced the ugly scar on my chest then the one on my side across the gunshot wound that had nearly taken me from her.Her expression sobered. “How did this really happen, Lucian? I don’t believe the story Asher told me.”I caught her wrist gently, kissed the inside of it. “

LUCIAN POV She turned in my arms, searching my face. “He never said a word. He just kept about different stories. One time he said you were clumsy with a gun and got caught in some random crossfire bullshit.” I huffed a laugh. “He improvised. Badly, but he tried.” “He saved you.” “We saved each other.” I brushed her hair behind her ear. “And now you know. No more secrets about that day. I swear.” She studied me for a long beat. “Are there other secrets?” I didn’t flinch. “Yeah. Probably. The life I lived before you… it’s not clean but anything that could touch you or Asher? That ends here. I’m done letting old ghosts decide our future.” Her eyes softened. “Promise?” “On everything I’ve got left that’s worth a damn.” She rose on her toes and kissed me slowly, lingering and faintly tasting of salt and trust. When she pulled back I was already half-hard again just from the way she looked at me. Like I was worth forgiving. Like I was worth keeping. I groaned low in my throat.

Sienna POV I nodded slowly, though the explanation felt too neat. Still, nothing about it was openly suspicious, and I told myself I was overthinking because life had been chaotic lately. “Well,” I said finally, forcing a lighter tone, “it’s a small world, I guess.” My mother smiled with visible relief. “Exactly. Sit down, Sienna. You look tired.” “I’m not tired,” I said automatically, though I sat anyway. “Just busy.” Adrian’s gaze sharpened slightly. “How is Lucian?” The question came casually, but I noticed how carefully he watched me while asking it. “He’s good,” I answered. “I’m glad,” Adrian said, nodding once. Silence stretched for a moment, uncomfortable but not hostile. My mother moved toward the kitchen, clearly deciding to give us space, leaving the two of us facing each other across the room. “You look different,” Adrian said after a moment. I raised a brow. “Different how?” “Happier,” he replied simply. “More certain.” I hesitated before answering. “I am hap