All Chapters of Entangled with a Baby: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

They say that dancing is like dreaming with your feet, but right now, Laura was wondering if her feet had just taken her straight into a nightmare.The night seemed to stretch on forever, with the music and laughter filling the air like bubbles in a glass of champagne. Yet, it felt like everything was somehow moving in slow motion as King and Laura found themselves on the dance floor, just a few feet away from the hundreds of curious eyes. The spotlight was on them, but for the first time, it felt different. Uncomfortably different.“Don’t worry,” King’s low voice whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “I’ll try not to step on your toes.”She couldn’t help the small laugh that bubbled out, the tension in her chest easing for a moment. “I think we both know you’ve got other ways of stepping on my toes.” Her eyes flickered up to meet his, a teasing glint in her gaze.King smirked, pulling her in a little closer, if that was even possible. “Oh, I’ll make sure you enjoy it, Laura.”Th

If there was ever a night where hell decided to throw a family reunion, this had to be it.It just had to, because one minute, Laura had been standing tall, enjoying the attention as she danced swiftly to waltz and whatnots on the dancefloor. The next? She was in hellish pain, her body betraying her, her vision blurring, her baby screaming for help inside her.And now?Now, the world had turned into a fucking nightmare!“Somebody call 911!” Maddie’s high-pitched voice ripped through the air, panic lacing every word.Lucia, with her hands shaking as she carried her baby boy, fumbled for her phone, pressing the numbers with the kind of urgency that came with knowing that if she messed this up, if she delayed even a second—Laura’s baby might not make it.Cameras were flashing. People were murmuring.The party that was once filled with whispers of admiration and respect, had twisted into something ugly. Laura had gone from the center of attention to the center of a cruel joke.She wanted

Detective Marshal exhaled sharply as he ended the call. His fingers tightened around his phone, and his jaw clenched so hard it ached.Laura was in a coma.She wasn't just injured, not just recovering. But lying there, lifeless, hanging between this world and the next.And King? The man had barely held it together on the call when he told him they had also lost their baby. His voice had cracked, broken in a way Marshal had never heard before.Marshal tossed his phone onto his desk, rubbing a hand down his face.These criminals had to pay.Liam. Stacey. Stephanie. Every single one of them. He had been waiting for this very moment. The moment where all the evidence would be just enough to secure an arrest warrant.After months of following breadcrumbs, piecing together the puzzle, monitoring Dr. Liam's suspicious behavior, and tapping into the gossip of his nurses who had been all too happy to help when the money was involved, and now, it had finally led to this.With the right amount o

The worst kind of men were the ones who believed they were untouchable.Marshal had seen plenty of arrogant, self-righteous bastards like that in his career who thought they could bypass the law, slip through the cracks, and walk away untouched. If there was anything Marshal hated most in the world, it was those kinds of people. And Liam was one of them.Dr Liam was the kind of man who thought money, connections, and a handsome smile made him invincible. But sitting there before Marshal, his hands cuffed to the iron table, with nothing but the cold walls of prison surrounding him, he didn’t look so untouchable anymore.The interrogation room smelled like sweat and burnt coffee. It had the kind of suffocating air that would make one want to gag. Overhead, a flickering white bulb buzzed like an annoying mosquito, casting weird darkness on Liam’s face.His fingers drummed against the metal table—fast, then slow, then fast again. He was restless, irritated. But mostly? Anxious. He would n

Why did the man name his dogs 'Rolex' and 'Timex'? Because they were watchdogs!The hospital room felt like a place between worlds, a space where life and something else hung in the balance, and King stayed there, his heart heavy, his mind full of thoughts that crashed like waves against a shore. He sat by Laura's bed, the soft beeping of the machines a constant reminder of how fragile she was, how easily everything could be taken away, and he just held her hand, wishing, hoping, that she would feel his touch, that she would know he was there.He looked at her face, so still and quiet, and he remembered all the times she had been full of life, her eyes shining with laughter, her voice strong and sure, and now, all that was gone, hidden behind a wall of silence, a wall he did not know how to break down. He touched her hair, soft and smooth, and he remembered the way she would smile when he did that, the way her eyes would light up, and he closed his own eyes, trying to hold on to those