บททั้งหมดของ Entangled In The Web Of Love: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

** Spencer ** My head was spinning as I tried to open my eyes. At first, everywhere was blurry and the entire background was of a white setting. The lights were blinding my eyes but I didn't stop, I closed them and I fluttered them open again. This time around, there was a difference. My environment was beginning to kick in and I understood immediately where I was at... the hospital. I remembered the last scene that happened. Sydney and I were having dinner and she ended things with me... about to walk away before the crazy Tessa barged in with a gun. That woman was fucking crazy and I hoped that Sydney was okay. There was only one way to find out. I had to check up on her, I tried to sit on my bed but my body was stiff. I let out a groan and someone rushed towards me to help me sit up properly. I expected the person to be Sydney but it turned out to be Max who was with. "Hey man," he said calmly, helping me to sit properly on the bed. "Hey, Max. Thank you," I said. "Whe

** Collins**I relaxed in the wind cellar, taking a sip of the hot wine that I had in my hand. My mind was on a lot of things but I had to be slow with my thoughts, to avoid thinking wrongly.My mind was disrupted when I heard a grunt from outside, I got up and walked out of the house to see what the commotion was all about. I was not surprised to see Tessa, all bloodied and wounded, with Morgan who was helping her to walk.She wouldn't say that I did not warn her against going to attack Spencer openly. I told her and she chose to do whatever was on her mind, now she has to face the consequences herself."You don't look so good," I smirked at her."Please, Collins, call the doctor. I can't bear this pain anymore," Tessa cried out.I loved to see her in pain because she hardly listened to anything that I said. I folded my arms and simply looked at her, Morgan helped her to sit down and she murmured thank you to her. "I told you that attacking Spencer like that was a wrong idea but you

** Sydney** I stood on the balcony of my room, looking outside at the clear sky and sun as it shone bright this morning. My hands subconsciously rubbed my belly bump that was becoming visible as each day passed by. My mind was zoned out on the various events that had just happened in the past few weeks. The whole new experience I had when I was with Spencer and how it died down pretty quickly unlike how I expected it to be. My thoughts were randomly thinking of how strong I have been while going through the drama of being involved with Spencer Martins. The love I felt we shared - was it even real? Or was it just an infatuation? Was I too desperate or scared of being alone that I couldn't even shed a little bit of hope of restoring my marriage? Now look at me here, back with my Aiden and his family because no matter how far I run, I would still come back to Aiden's arms. That was the power of destiny and this was how it wanted its game to go. I only played along to it and probably

My heart was pounding fast as I arrived at the hospital where Spencer was. I was scared too, what if he didn't want to see my face again? I stood in front of his room for some minutes before summoning the courage to knock slightly before opening the door to enter inside. He was lying down with his eyes closed but as soon as I closed the doors, Spencer opened his eyes to see who the visitor was. He tried to sit up when he saw me and l helped him to relax properly. "How are you feeling now?" I asked him. He snorted harshly, "Do you care about how I'm feeling?" "Spencer, I just came here to know how you are. Please, don't make it any more difficult for me than it is now," I said to him. Trying to suppress every emotional breakdown that was inside me, I kept staring at my hands. My palms were already sweating profusely as I was rubbing them both constantly. "You look pretty today," he said instead. "Thank you," I replied. "Why did you do that?" He asked suddenly. "What?" I was s

** Collins ** I left the café with a satisfied smirk, replaying the conversation with Joyceline in my head. Sydney was as good as mine, and now, with Miriam and Joyceline both invested in their own little games, I had more leverage than I’d expected. All I needed now was to consolidate the plan—and for that, I had to meet with the others. When I got back to the estate, the old family house loomed over me like a dark reminder of what I was up against. The lights inside flickered warmly, but the air around it felt cold, heavy with the weight of generations of deals and betrayals. This place always made me feel both powerful and trapped at the same time. I pushed open the door and stepped inside. Tessa was the first to greet me, lounging on the grand couch with a book in hand, though she barely glanced at the pages. She dropped it as soon as she saw me, her gaze sharp. “How did it go?” she asked. I shrugged out of my jacket, tossing it onto the armrest. “Better than expected.” Tessa