All Chapters of Entangled Hearts: The Forbidden Bond: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

ISLAFor some terrifying seconds, I had no idea how to answer. My throat went dry. The weight of their stares felt like a heavy boulder pressing into my chest.I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but my brain refused to form any coherent words in my head at that very moment. It practically just shut me out. I scrambled my head urgently for the words, but all was dead and blank.It was much easier to swallow hard and readjust myself in my seat, feeling very much uncomfortable at the dozen of eyes currently fixed on me.Even Robert now had his eyes on me. His expression was unreadable, but it clearly held no pitiful look at that very moment.It was now or never. If I didn't speak now, I'd never get another chance to redeem myself or 'be brave.' In Robert's voice.I slid the folder Robert had given me earlier across the table to Bryan Foster with such a calmness that I didn't know I still had. Apart from the meeting agenda, which I'd removed earlier, there was a particular file

ISLAI checked my watch and exhaled.Finally, after torturous moments of waiting and second guessing what Robert was up to, it was already closing hours. I picked my bag and slung it over my shoulder.Robert had asked me to call him as soon as I reached the parking lot. Earlier, he'd said he wanted to meet with someone in his office.The lobby was quiet as I reached the elevator, save for the distant echoes of footsteps and faint conversations at a far end of the hallway.I hesitated, my hand hovering near the button as panic desperately clawed up my throat. Flashes of what happened earlier in the day flooded mercilessly into my head. I felt a mixture of worms and butterflies moving rapidly in and out of my stomach.If I stepped into the elevator and it suddenly stopped working midway, I wasn't sure what would happen to me.Ever since I was a child, I'd always been scared of being confined. My parents somehow thought that was the biggest punishment they could give me—locking me up awa

ROBERTShe didn't reply, instead she grabbed the wine in front of her and drowned the entire content. My eyes followed her as she set the glass down and clasped her hand together, her eyes looking everywhere but my face.Something in the room had shifted. And I knew what exactly it was—that dangerous thing that had bloomed between us.As I focused my attention back on the pan in front of me. I realized something far scarier than just falling for Isla.I couldn't let her go.She might not know it yet, but I didn't think I'd ever let any other person have her.The salmon was done now—crispy on the outside. It was exactly how I liked it. I served it with a squeeze of lemon, roasted potatoes and asparagus. Slowly, I began setting the table by the glass wall that opened up to the distant light of the bustling city. It was now dark and the view had become even much more beautiful.I set a candle in between the two plates and lit it up. Maybe this was my own idea of an intimate moment. As so

ISLAThe ache was building rapidly down there, and I just didn't think I could help it anymore.The more I grinded my heat against him, the more his bulge seemed to grow underneath me, stretching even bigger. My hand tugged impatiently at the button of his pants. Sensing my eagerness his hand went down there immediately, slightly brushing my inner thighs in the process.In one swift move, he pulled his pants down and kicked it away. Now I was sitting directly against the soft material of his briefs, grinding back and forth, enjoying the feel of his cock against me. But still, I wasn't satisfied, not yet.I wanted to feel him against me without any obstruction. I wanted to feel every part of his cock, every single vein in that work or art. Everything was happening so fast and it felt so surreal as he suddenly pulled me up and carried me into one of the rooms. It was a large room, neat and luxurious. He carried me in his arms as he walked to the middle of the room and set me on a big wh

MIAI tried to focus on the report in front of me, but the numbers kept just blurring together. It wasn't like I had any eye defect. No.It was my head messed up.Earlier this morning I'd rushed off to my parent's place after receiving an urgent call from my mom to come talk some sense into my dad's head. Apparently, he seemed to wake up at the wrong side of his bed and suddenly decided he no longer wanted my Mom to be by his side anymore. He'd ordered the staffs to throw her things out and the lowlifes had.But that wasn't the whole story.I'd been mad about something all through the previous day. It had everything to do with one person of course —Isla Turner.The girl that had worked her way to Robert's life and had stayed glued to him like some helpless stray kitten. I flipped the pages of the report I was working on aggressively, my brows creasing tightly. I didn't need to go through it again to know something just didn't add up quite right.“Elena,” I snapped furiously, my voice