Lahat ng Kabanata ng Obsessed with my Beautiful Enemy : Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

CHAPTER 112 LENA POVI sat in the penthouse long after midnight, unable to sleep. Everything Dante had shown me kept circling through my thoughts my brothers' involvement in the criminal routes, the transportation company, the warehouse records, the connection to my mother's old papers, Salvatore's collapsing empire, and the way Dante seemed frightened by certain pieces of information.The television screen suddenly turned on. Salvatore appeared on the security feed, standing inside the warehouse beside Charlie. He looked tense and alert. Charlie was examining something on a table. The warehouse doors closed without warning. The image flickered, then went black.I heard Salvatore shout Dante's name before the connection cut completely.My heart stopped. I'd spent days trying to convince myself that Salvatore would find me. Now, when he finally came looking, I was watching someone trap him.Dante entered the room with the same calm expression he always wore. I turned on him, furious.

CHAPTER 114 LENA POVThe cars sped away from the warehouse while smoke filled the night sky behind us. Flames still consumed parts of the building. Distant sirens rose through the dark. Salvatore's men secured the perimeter and Diego coordinated the remaining teams over the communication system. Dante had disappeared. Charlie held the recovered documents close.I barely registered any of it. I sat in the car beside Salvatore, finally alive and out of Dante's reach, but my hands wouldn't stop shaking.I'd imagined being rescued so many times. I'd imagined running into his arms and feeling safe. I'd never imagined what would happen after the adrenaline drained away. I looked through the window at the burning structure, the same place where I'd nearly watched him die, and my breathing turned uneven.Salvatore noticed at once. "Lena?"I couldn't answer. He reached toward me. I flinched, not because I was afraid of him, but because my body was still reacting to everything that had happene

CHAPTER 116 LENA POVWeeks had passed since the warehouse, but the memory of fire and gunfire still felt close enough to touch. The investigation into Uncle David and the massacre continued. Charlie and Diego worked through the recovered documents with careful persistence. Salvatore had become more careful in his decisions. Our enemies hadn't disappeared, but inside the safehouse there were stretches of ordinary life that would've been impossible only a month earlier.I noticed the small changes in him first. He asked whether I'd eaten. He waited for me instead of ordering me to follow. He listened when I spoke. He no longer decided every detail of my day without asking. For the first time I was beginning to understand what it meant to love someone without disappearing inside them.Yet something about my own body felt different. I was unusually tired. I woke up exhausted. Certain smells unsettled me. Occasional waves of nausea arrived without warning. Strange food cravings appeared

CHAPTER 118 LENA POVI lay awake long after the house had gone quiet. Salvatore slept beside me, one arm resting near mine, his breathing steady for once. I kept my hand over my stomach without meaning to, as if the simple contact could make the truth less overwhelming.The pregnancy test remained hidden where only I could find it. I no longer doubted the result. I kept remembering it because reality wouldn't leave me alone. I was going to be someone's mother. Salvatore was going to be someone's father.The thought of how completely that could change everything and how easily it could make everything worse kept coming back.I looked at him while he slept. For a few quiet minutes he wasn't the Don and wasn't the man everyone feared. He was simply a man resting beside the woman he loved. The sight made me imagine something I'd barely let myself picture: a normal family, a home that didn't require constant security, a child running through rooms that held no weapons on the tables and no

CHAPTER 120LENA POVI stood in front of the mirror preparing for dinner and barely recognized the exhaustion in my own face. I'd eaten almost nothing all day. The pregnancy remained a secret, and every small change in my body made me more conscious of what I was carrying. Tiredness and occasional nausea pressed at the edges of ordinary moments, but I hid both from the household as carefully as I could.The threatening messages returned to my thoughts without invitation. HE KNOWS. DON'T TELL SALVATORE ABOUT THE BABY.I still didn't know who'd sent them or what they truly meant.I considered telling Salvatore anyway. Maybe the messages were a trick designed only to frighten me. Maybe keeping the secret would make everything worse. I imagined walking into his office and telling him.Then I remembered the previous. His plans to attack another family, and the coldness in his voice when he spoke about eliminating threats.My hand settled over my stomach. I whispered that I only wanted this