All Chapters of Obsessed with my Beautiful Enemy : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CHAPTER 52 LENA POVThe boats cut through the water toward the dock, engines loud against the quiet evening.I stood at the edge of the fortress grounds, heart hammering hard. The air felt heavy .Salvatore's men had radioed ahead. Matteo was alive. Coming home. I paced the grass, hands twisting together. The panic from the kidnapping still sat in my chest like a stone. Was taken, Because of the life we lived now, because of Salvatore, because of me. But the promise, the way he fought, it kept me standing here. Waiting.The first boat appeared through the fog. Men jumped out. Then Matteo. Bruised. Tired. But walking. Alive. He saw me and his face broke open. He ran. I ran too. He crashed into my arms and I held him tight. Sixteen years old, strong, but in that moment he felt like the boy I had protected from the start. The tears came then, hard and deep. The first real break since the wedding, Everything I had held back poured out in sobs that shook my entire body.Matteo's arms wra

CHAPTER 54 LENA POVThe hall was quiet as I walked through looking for Salvatore, he did well today. I just want to see him.Matteo is in his room sleeping, exhausted from everything he had to endure. I'm relieved that he came safe . I walked through the corridor leading to Salvatore's room, the thank you sitting in my throat, simple and the feel it necessary. The door was half open. I pushed it wider and found him there.He sat on the couch beside his bed, shirt open, bandage visible underneath. Lines of exhaustion marked his face deeply. He looked up. No words at first, just the look. I closed the door behind me and leaned against it. "Matteo is sleeping. He's okay. You brought him back and kept your promise. I came to thank you. I don't still like being here against my will and I still hate you but thank you.Salvatore leaned back in his chair. His hand rubbed the back of his neck slowly. "The promise. I meant it. I sat beside him. But the room felt calmer somehow. "Thank

CHAPTER 56 LENA POVSoft light came through the windows. I woke up slowly. The bed felt warm. Everywhere looked calm outside . Matteo slept down the hall. I checked on him and found him breathing steadily, and his bruises were fading.The sight made me smile. He came back safe. The relief settled in my chest, quiet and real.I stepped outside. The garden path felt familiar beneath my feet. The air carried salt from the sea. Men ran drills in the distance. The house no longer felt like a prison. I realized the kidnapping wasn't the end. It was one piece of something larger. More would come. I found Salvatore walking towards me, his eyes settled on me.He wore simple clothes. Dark shirt. Pants , No suit or tie. He looked ready for something. "Come with me."I stopped walking. "Where?""Outside." His voice stayed even. Not a demand, just a statement of fact.I shook my head. "I'm not interested in another game.""This isn't a game." He met my eyes. Exhaustion showed on his face. He

CHAPTER 58 LENA POVThe training ground was quiet when I got there. The sea breeze cut through the air, carrying salt and the faint smell of gunpowder from earlier drills. I arrived early, my practical clothes sticking to my skin from the walk. No elegant dresses today, just pants and a shirt that allowed movement. My hair tied back tight. The soldiers were already there.Salvatore stood at the edge, arms crossed, watching everything. His eyes found me the moment I stepped onto the dirt. I felt the shift in my stomach. Not fear of the weapons anymore. Fear of him. Yesterday's training still sat in my bones. The way his hands had guided me. The closeness. The quiet. It lingered like a bruise I couldn't stop pressing. I reminded myself to focus. The war waited. Survival demanded it. I walked forward anyway.He started with movement, no shooting.Just foot placement. Balance. How to react if someone grabbed me. I lost my footing several times. The frustration burned in my chest. Salvat

CHAPTER 60LENA POV The night wouldn't let me sleep. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling while moonlight spilled across the floor. My muscles ached from the training. Every bruise was a reminder of Salvatore's hands guiding me. His voice low near my ear. Those rare words of praise that kept echoing through my head. "Good." "Better than good." Just two words, but they'd taken root somewhere inside me I couldn't reach.I should have been thinking about escaping. For months, that's all I'd done at night. I'd memorized guard rotations. Counted cameras. Imagined boats leaving the island. Planned routes that would never work. But tonight those thoughts didn't come. Instead I kept seeing his hands on my waist. The way he said "Again" without any anger underneath it. The patience in his voice. The closeness when he stood behind me. The way he'd looked at me after I hit the target. I hated how much that memory unsettled me.I closed my eyes and the images got stronger. The training yard. His