Entwined Hearts: A Billionaire Romance のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

The evenings, spliced into colored hues, whispering sentences, soft gazes, stolen moments. Brock took Jade's hand into his, meandering through the east wing of the gallery. The temperature of his touch was warm, steady; his voice, low hums into her ear as they spoke of art and life things too fragile to utter aloud in the light of day.But as Jade relaxed back into the passenger seat of Brock's car now, the night wrapped itself around her like some thick and comforting blanket. The streets were out before them-city lights flickered against the sky, a canopy of stars. It's almost like some kind of dream, you know, one of those that tantalizes by always hovering just at the edge of wakefulness, one of those you never want to end.She cast a sideward glance at Brock, his profile bathed in shadow as he drove, his expression relaxed but thoughtful. The streetlights danced across his face in soft gold flashes, and Jade found her gaze stealing to the gentle tug of something that had been bui

The days since Jasmine attack inched along, one after another, each with its small move toward normality. She'd stayed close to home, wrapped warm in the cocoon of her sisters' support. But now, sitting in her room, the quiet of the house leaned against her, and for the first time since that night, she wanted to go out.She wouldn't want to be amidst hustle and bustle. She wanted a quiet, comforting place. Immediately, a little Italian restaurant that she frequently use to visit crossed her mind a place she hasn't gone to in months. A place that has always brought her comfort, the warm lights made it feel so far from the busy city outside.A soft smile overspread her lips as she then went ahead, reaching for her bag to leave through the door.It was the same restaurant as she remember the small cozy one with rustic wooden tables and chairs that creaked a little with every sit. The air was thick with garlic and fresh bread, immediately engulfing her in an atmosphere of stillness. She o

The golden hues of the evening sky melted into deep purple as the triplets—Jayla, Jade, and Jasmine stood in front of the wide mirror in their dressing room. Their house is an estate sprawling across hills, buzzing with the motion of staff who rushed in and out to get ready for what was expected to be the grandest night of the year.The Masquerade Gala was where the city's most powerful gathered, cloaked behind masks of mystery and allure. For weeks, the sisters had been preparing for this night, knowing full well that in the world of the elite, appearances were everything. And tonight, they were determined to make an entrance that would not be forgotten.Inside their lavish dressing room, the soft glow of the chandelier above bathed the room in its warm intimate light, reflecting off the three full-length mirrors where each sister stood, putting the final touches on her look.Jayla's fingers danced lightly over the silken finery of her emerald green gown as she couldn't help but curv

The air was thick between the sisters, heavy with all that wasn't said. Standing together, the strong bond that always seemed to tie them felt stretched thin like a thread that might snap at any second. Each of them went tumbling into a world of their own: obsession, confusion, jealousy-pulling into the intoxicating façade of a perfect evening.Jayla's hands tightened over the stem of her champagne glass as she took a slow sip, attempting to cool off the erratic beat of her heart. The warmth of the drink did little to settle the storm churning inside of her. Axel was here-she knew it. Her chest constricted with the ache of needing to see him again-to know he was hers and only hers. Restless, she scanned the ballroom for a glimpse, any glimpse, of him.The conversation around them had turned to tonight's entertainment-whispers of something about to take place. But Jayla wasn't listening. The words flowed past her like background noise, no more than a blur against the single focus in her

For a split second, everything in the grand ballroom hall seemed to slow down.Jasmine's heart pounded in her chest as her gaze locked onto her sister, Jayla. The whirling gold lights of the gala swirled around them; the chatter of amusement and clinking glasses faded into the far hum. It was just the two of them across the room, staring and frozen in a moment that was too heavy, too charged to comprehend.Jayla, halfway towards the exit, her emerald gown shimmers with reflected light from the chandelier, slowly turning towards Jasmine with an expression resolute, a glance that sends a sharp chill down her spine enough to raise gooseflesh on her arms. Why is she going in the same direction as me? Jasmine's mind raced. What is she doing? Who is she following?It couldn't be.Her breath caught in her throat, as the bitter taste rose at the back of her mouth. Jasmine's pulse raced as a wave of confusion washed over her. This isn't right. Why does she look so determined? And why is she he