บททั้งหมดของ Entangled in the TWINS' WEB. : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

"You're not Ava, are you?" The cut of Ryan's voice into the low hum of music stalled Eva on the spot. She swallowed hard as the world forced her around. Her lips twisted upward, a tight smile. "Ryan, what's wrong with you?" she lied her tone light as ever be. "You drank too much, didn't you?" He shook his head, his eyes narrowing slightly as a look of concern replaced amusement. "Don't do that. Don't divert. I have known you all my life, and when something is bothering you, you change. You are acting strange, you are not acting like yourself, you are not acting like Ava.” Her heart stopped. She was frozen, the weight of his words crashing over her. "I don't know what you're talking about," she whispered, barely able to get the words out. "Yes, you do." Ryan stepped closer, lowering his voice. "You're Eva, aren't you? Not Ava.” Her heart was pounding in her ears. She had tried so desperately to keep this secret, to act like everything was alright. And now Ryan was tearing through

Eva sat at her desk, staring at the screen, but very far from where her report should have had her. Her fingers hung over the keyboard and did not move. This secret she kept inside her chest felt heavy, like a noose in the throat. Every day, juggling around, lying, shielding her family, acting as though everything was OK, was heavy.A light rap at the door brought her back to reality. She straightened and smoothed her face into a mask of composure. "Come in."The door opened, and Samantha strode in, her confident air donned like gloves, fitting her just so. She closed it softly behind her. White teeth glinted predatorily, and Eva's heartbeat quickened."Good morning, Eva," she said, every word dripping from her tongue in sweet saccharine.Eva's jaw clamped down; she knew that tone all too well. "What do you want, Samantha?"Samantha began into her slow pace toward the desk, heels clicking against the floor. "Is that how you greet a friend?Eva leaned back in her chair, steady with her

“He personally sent an invitation to me and I promised him we'll be there. And you are refusing to go?" Eva's tone was neutral, but the dare in her eyes made Shawn halt. She stood by the window, arms crossed, watching him as he paced the length of their living room.He let out a deep sigh, running a hand through his hair. "It's complicated."Eva raised an eyebrow. “Complicated? That’s your explanation?” She took a step closer, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. “Your grandfather invites us to a family dinner, and you’re acting like you’re being summoned to a war council.”Shawn stopped pacing, his gaze meeting hers. “I just don’t want to go.”“Well, we’re going.” Eva’s tone left no room for argument. She walked over to him, placing a hand on his chest. “It’s one dinner. How bad can it be?”Shawn stared at her, his jaw tightening. He wanted to tell her. He could see the curiosity burning in her eyes, but the words wouldn’t come. Not yet. “Fine,” he muttered. “We’ll go.”Eva

“Are you still mad?” Eva’s voice cut through the silence as she unlocked the front door.Shawn didn’t respond. His jaw was set, tension radiating from every muscle in his body. He stepped inside, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it onto the back of a chair.Eva followed him, her eyes darting to him. She tried once more, this time softening her tone. "I'm sorry, you shouldn't have gone tonight. It stirred up too much, didn't it?"Shawn finally spoke. His voice was low and heavy with frustration. "I shouldn't have gone, period." He ran a hand through his hair. "Norman's audacity." He trailed off, his head shaking in an attempt to remove the memory."You can't let him get to you like this," Eva said carefully, closing the door behind her.He turned sharply to face her, his eyes hard. "You saw him, Ava. You heard him. He's acting like the victim, acting like an apology erases everything.""He looked genuine," Eva offered, keeping her voice steady, even though her pulse quickened. "May

Eva took a deep breath as her fingers tightened on the edge of the table while her eyes flickered to the clock. She wanted the meeting to run as fast as possible so she could call Ryan back. His frantic voice on the missed calls and that ominous text from earlier just wouldn't let go of her conscience. Yet, she couldn't get up and leave right now. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Eva started, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside, “today we’re unveiling our latest jewelry designs. The team has worked tirelessly to create a collection that embodies both elegance and innovation.”Then her design team came in, and with the board, they went through several dazzling slides of intricate necklaces, modern, bold rings, each one sparkling on the screen. The presentation was flawless and had the board members nodding, their interest sparked. Eva was supposed to feel proud to be on the receiving end of such impressed looks; today, she was so dislocated. Her mind fluttered to the tone of Ryan's vo