My Enemy's Daughter (Edited)

Chater 57

Samuel's POV

I woke up before her, the first rays of dawn spilling through the window, casting a soft glow over her skin. Fiona lay beside me, peaceful, her body relaxed in sleep. I still couldn't believe she had come to me last night. After everything I'd done, everything I'd put her through, she had forgiven me. And not just with words-she had come to me, held me, comforted me, and loved me like I didn't deserve.

I couldn't take my eyes off her, watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest, my fingers tracing invisible patterns along her arm. Her skin was warm under my touch, and I marveled at how soft she was, how perfect. The reality of her forgiveness hit me again, harder this time, and it left me breathless. I never thought I'd find peace, not after all the hate I'd carried, not after what I had done to her. But here she was, wrapped in my arms, offering me the very thing I thought I'd never have-a reason to live beyond revenge.

Last night, I had felt something shift inside me. The darkness I had carried for so long had started to lift, and for the first time in years, I felt something close to hope. Her forgiveness was like a beacon in the storm that had been my life. I wasn't sure what I'd done to deserve it, but I knew I wasn't going to waste this chance.

As I gazed at her, her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled softly at me, her voice a sleepy whisper. "Good morning," she murmured, leaning up to kiss me.

"Good morning," I whispered back, kissing her gently. "I love you." I couldn't bring myself to stop saying those words

"I love you too," she replied, her lips still warm from sleep.

For a moment, we just lay there, holding each other. I kissed her again, lingering this time, savoring the taste of her lips. "Thank you," I said softly. "Thank you for last night... for forgiving me."

She smiled, nestling closer to me. "It's okay. I just... I just wanted you to know that I'm here. That I love you."

Hearing her say those words again filled me with a warmth I hadn't felt in years. I kissed her forehead, her cheek, her lips, trying to express everything I felt in those small gestures. But even as I tried to keep things tender, the feel of her skin, the heat of her body, was making it hard to stay in control.

She was pressed against me, her breath warm on my neck, and I could feel her body responding to my touch. My hand wandered down her back, my fingers grazing her hips, and I heard the softest gasp escape her lips. That sound-my goodness, that sound-undid me.

We moved together, slow at first, testing the waters, but it didn't take long for the heat to rise between us. It was like last night had unlocked something, something raw and powerful. I was drowning in her, in the feel of her, in the love I had for her. And when we reached that peak together, it was like the world had stopped for a moment, leaving just us, breathless and entangled in each other.

When we finally calmed, we lay there, wrapped up in each other, the morning light casting a golden glow over the room. Fiona rested her head on my chest, her fingers tracing small circles on my skin. I kissed the top of her head, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair. I could've stayed in that moment forever.

But then, out of nowhere, she spoke, her voice soft but determined. "Samuel," she said, lifting her head to look at me. "I want to help you."

I frowned, confused. "Help me?"

"With my father," she said, her eyes serious. "I want to fight with you."

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I hadn't expected that. "Fiona... no." I shook my head, sitting up slightly. "You can't. He's dangerous. Your father, Jake Bruckner... he's a ruthless man. You don't know what he's capable of."