All Chapters of Twisted hearts : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 11AmandaI sighed dramatically as I finally lay on my bed, yesterday Aya and I went to the mall and I bought all i needed, pots, plates,bedding and all those other things... Today I woke up and scrubbed the room clean, right now is 12h45 and I haven't even rested since from yesterday,I didn't get a chance to get rid of the jetlag and now? Now I feel like I've been hit by a freaking trainI get myself up and I walked to the bathroom which is now with a hint of my touch, I got rid of my clothes and I started bathing _Soon enough I am done and in my leggings and a baggy Tshirt, I order myself some food and while I wait on it I call my parentsMom:"Hey Baby" she says Dad:"Can you turn this into a face time, I want to see how your room looks like" I drop the call and I FaceTime them Dad:"Wow you look tired"Me:"You have no idea Dad... Anyway as you can see..." I turn the camera and I show them my room and bathroom Mom:"Oh my little girl is growing" she gushes and I roll my ey

Chapter 13The plane touched down on the tarmac of Milan Malpensa Airport just as dawn broke over the city, the first pale rays of sunlight stretching across the horizon and casting a soft golden glow over the sprawling metropolis. Amanda stared out the window, her heart a mix of relief and apprehension. After a week in the Maldives, a blissful escape from the world’s worries - she was back home. But the comfort she had felt lying on sun - drenched beaches under the clear blue sky was fading fast. Milan was familiar, yes, but something about it now felt charged, heavy. Like the calm before a storm.Beside her, her mother adjusted her scarf and smiled warmly. “It’s good to be home, no?” she said softly.Amanda nodded, but her mind was elsewhere. There was so much she had left behind, people she was avoiding and truths she hadn’t confronted. Most of all, Nathan.The memories of her last phone call with him lingered. The shock of discovering his marriage to Sabrina, the bitterness of bet

Chapter 15The air in Milan was deceptively calm, as if the city were unaware of the storm unraveling behind closed doors.Amanda sat in her room, the early afternoon sun filtering through gauzy curtains. She stared at her journal, pages filled with emotions she couldn’t say aloud. Scribbles, dates, words she had scratched out only to write again.Nathan.His name appeared more than once. Sometimes next to angry phrases. Sometimes tender ones.She had thought the worst was over when he walked out on Sabrina.But the worst, she was realizing, had only just begun.---Nathan’s POVThe knock on the door was sharp. Urgent.Nathan knew before he opened it that it was her.Sabrina.She stood there, poised, manicured, dressed in her usual designer threads — but her eyes were wild."You're not answering my messages," she said, stepping in uninvited."Because I have nothing more to say," Nathan replied, stepping aside.She turned to him as he shut the door. "We’re not done. You can’t just leav

CHAPTER 16The sun dipped low over Milan, casting golden light through Amanda’s bedroom window, but warmth had long left her heart.She sat by the edge of her bed, her fingers curled tightly around her phone. Nathan’s message still sat unread on the screen, a ghost waiting to be acknowledged. The tension in her chest was unbearable, like a scream lodged in her throat. When the door bell rang, she leapt up, heart hammering.She opened the door to find Nathan standing there, hands in his coat pockets, eyes shadowed.“Nathan…” her voice cracked. “Come in.”He stepped inside without a word. Something in his expression— cold, guarded — immediately set her on edge. She tried to read his body language, but the man before her looked like a stranger.She led him into the living room. “You said you’d explain. What’s going on? Why have you been distant?”Nathan didn’t sit. He stayed standing, looming. “I came to tell you this in person because I owe you that.”Amanda felt her stomach twist.He l

CHAPTER 18Sabrina stared at the pregnancy test in her trembling hands.Positive.Again.The third stick this week. All three glowed with the same verdict, mocking her.She sank onto the cold bathroom floor, her knees pulled to her chest, heart galloping in panic. The early symptoms made sense now — the dizziness, the nausea, the way her clothes clung tighter around her waist. She had brushed them off as stress. God knew there was plenty of that in her life.But this?This was something else.She didn’t cry. Not yet. Her brain was too loud, her thoughts tangled like a pile of barbed wire.She was pregnant.And she didn’t know who the father was.Nathan?David?Two men on opposite ends of a war — and she was the battle field.Her stomach twisted violently, and she lunged for the toilet.---Two days passed.Sabrina hadn’t told anyone. Not Nathan, not David. Not even herself, reallyb— not in the way that made it real.She wandered around the pent house like a ghost, the glossy tiles col