Lahat ng Kabanata ng Falling for the enemy I should hate : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The Romano family gala was supposed to be perfect. Perfect lighting. Perfect guests. Perfect celebration. And tonight was important. Elena Romano stood near the center of the grand ballroom, greeting investors and business partners beside her fiancé, Matteo Bianchi. The Romano Corporation had just secured a major expansion deal, and tonight’s event was meant to celebrate that victory. Everything was going exactly as planned. Until the doors opened. A strange hush rolled through the ballroom. It started near the entrance, like a wave of whispers spreading through the crowd. Elena frowned slightly. “What’s going on?” she murmured. Matteo glanced toward the doors. Then his brows lifted in surprise. “Well… that’s interesting.” Elena followed his gaze. And her heart dropped. Walking into the ballroom like he had every right to be there was the last person she expected to see tonight. Damon Vale. Her stomach tightened immediately. Tall. Broad-shoulder

Elena barely slept that night. Not because of the party. Not because of the whispers, the politics, or the endless congratulations from people who only cared about business alliances. It was because of him. Damon Moretti. Just thinking his name made her jaw tighten. The city had talked about his return all night. Investors, politicians, rival companies—everyone wanted a piece of him. And somehow, he had chosen to stand across the room… watching her. Morning sunlight slipped through the curtains of Elena’s penthouse. She sat at the dining table scrolling through emails on her tablet when footsteps approached. “Good morning, future Mrs. Ricci.” She looked up. Matteo Ricci leaned down and kissed her forehead. Elena softened instantly. Unlike Damon’s presence—which felt like standing near a loaded gun—Matteo was warm. Familiar. Safe. “You’re up early,” she said. “I have a meeting with the board today.” He poured himself coffee. “After last night, they sud

Chapter 5 Elena Laurent did not believe in bad luck. She believed in bad planning. Which was why the email sitting on her laptop screen made absolutely no sense. She read it again. Then again. Then one more time, just to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating. Subject: Strategic Partnership Approval Her father had approved a joint project. Between Laurent Group and Moretti Enterprises. Elena slowly leaned back in her chair. “No.” She grabbed her phone immediately and dialed. The line picked up on the second ring. “Good morning, Elena,” her father’s calm voice said. “Tell me the email is fake.” “It isn’t.” Elena closed her eyes. “You approved a partnership with the Morettis?” “Yes.” “Without telling me?” “You would have argued.” “Of course I would have argued!” Her father chuckled lightly. “Which is exactly why I made the decision first.” Elena stood up from her chair and started pacing her office. “You know our families hate each other.”

Elena’s morning had started like any other: alarm at six, quick shower, coffee strong enough to wake a small army, and a rushed review of the project files for today’s meeting. By the time she stepped into the office, she was ready—or so she thought. Except Damon had already arrived. Leaning against the edge of the conference table, dark eyes following her every step, smirk just faint enough to make her pulse spike. “Good morning,” he said smoothly, his voice casual but somehow charged. “Bright-eyed and ready to take over the world?” Elena adjusted her blazer, trying not to let her heartbeat betray her. “I’ve been ready since I left home,” she shot back, voice steady, though the tremor in her fingers suggested otherwise. “Unlike some people who thrive on being dramatic entrances.” Damon’s smirk deepened. “Dramatic? No, Elena, I call it… making an impact.” She rolled her eyes, setting her bag down and opening her laptop. “Well, your impact better not be distracting. We have deadl

The city lights blurred as Elena drove through the evening traffic, the soft hum of her car stereo filling the silence. The office had drained her, not just from work, but from the unrelenting tension of having Damon so close all day. Even the briefest glance from him had left her heart racing and her thoughts scrambled. She shook her head, trying to focus on the road. Her apartment came into view, a modest but modern space on the sixth floor of a mid-rise building. Sliding the key into the lock, she pushed open the door and inhaled the familiar scent of vanilla and lavender from the candles she always kept lit. The soft golden glow of the lamps created a cozy warmth that contrasted sharply with the office’s sterile environment. She kicked off her heels and hung her bag on the hook by the door, taking a moment to stretch. Her legs ached from standing all day, and she welcomed the quiet. She poured herself a glass of water and walked to the balcony, gazing down at the city streets be