All Chapters of ENTANGLED BETWEEN BROTHERS: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

TWENTY-ONEThe office had gone quiet, no one talked about Ridley, Ashton and I-well they had not completely stopped but it was like it had become last season's gossip. Everyone already knew that our divorce had been finalised, with only a few strings still remaining, that being the settlement...even though the case was a private one, people always found a way to know about the elite's personal lives. Even when Ridley and I walked around the building together, people were not as nosy as before. Ridley had started keeping a certain amount of distance between us, and my only guess was because of our almost shared-kiss moment. I could not disagree, I had started liking him, and the sudden distancing hurt me. At first, I thought of confiding in Lou but I knew she would shout at me for "jumping" from one Stetson to another. Ridley was a big red flag, I knew that. Even if he liked me now, I could not be certain about his emotions changing or not. He had a notorious reputation, and I was on

TWENTY-THREE "This is the exact kind of thing you would expect from Emmett Stetson." Ridley scoffed while rolling his eyes. Immediately after my day had ended, I had rushed to find Ridley mainly because of what had happened and also because I did not have a car. At first after I told him everything he was livid but settled down and had nothing good to say about his father. "What do you think I should do?" I directed the question to Harris, who I had called to come to the apartment and he had arrived shortly after us and I told both of them what had happened at once. Harris remained silent, in deep contemplation. "You're going to decline. There's no reason for you to back out, Ashton was the dirty scumbag and it's not like we're going to lose." Ridley spoke before Harris could voice his proffesional opinion-the one I actually sought. "Emmett only went as far as doing this because he knows that we have this won, and he doesn't want to see his precious son crippled right under h

TWENTY-FIVEEverything was spiralling around me. Okay, perhaps that was an exaggeration but I had to make my decision and I was still so unsure even after speaking to Harris, Lou, Lisa and some random man in a cafe. Lou told me to ignore Mr Stetson's offer because it was "scraps" compared to what I would gain if we continued with court whereas Lisa had offered advice that was basically, 'it's all up to you, but I think you should take Mr Stetson's offer'.Ridley had made clear what his stance was in all this, voicing his opinion more than necessary. In spite of everything, I knew that this was my life, Ridley's opinion or personal vendetta was not going to affect my decision in any way, I would not let it. I did the one thiing that had never failed me, visiting my parents. The last flowers I had brought had dried up and the petals blown away by the wind, I removed the dry flowers and replaced them with the fresh ones I came with. The groundskeeper stood far from me but I could feel h

My vision was blurry, and my body felt heavy. I could feel the weight of my body when I got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom in the most disoriented way. Every step felt heavier than the last, and I wanted nothing more than to go back into bed and rot for the entire day until I was not feeling like a zombie that could not control its own body. Even though it felt like an out-of-body experience, I struggled through my bathroom routine and ended with a cold shower. The heaviness I felt when I woke up had reduced significantly, though I could still feel the remainder of the hangover.Ridley was seated on the bed, scrolling on his phone when I walked out of the bathroom. He looked up once he heard me and put the phone on the bedside table. Unlike me, he was put together and did not look like he was cast for the Thriller music video. After setting his phone aside, he stood up and walked over to me. His green eyes scanned me, as if searching for any bruise or injury. I looked at h

TWO-YEARS AGOAshton and I had been dating for two months, and every time I thought it could not get any more perfect, he proved me wrong. We were far beyond infatuation. Every time he was in front of me, I never wanted to let go, and when we were apart, it felt like torture. I looked forward to our morning drive when going to work, and I dreaded the evening drive when he dropped me off at my apartment. Working under Aston was much better than working under Mr Samuels. Everyone in the department was decent with me, and they even tried to earn extra points with Ashton by being extra nice to me when he was around. It was not awful, but I did wish it were not all fake. There was still gossip about what Ashton and I were to each other, and because no response was given to the articles, everyone was free to speculate.I asked Ashton if we could keep our relationship a secret, and he agreed. As things stood, it was all gossip and rumours, nothing had been confirmed, so people did not bother