บททั้งหมดของ Entangled Affair: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Ava arranged herself beside the window, observing the city outside as the morning sunlight flooded the penthouse, enveloping the living room in a gentle radiance. The landscape, once representative of her struggles and uncertainties, now appeared as a clear route ahead.A month had passed since the press conference, a month since she had ultimately emerged into the light and faced the shadows of her past. The world was different now, and she was too. She felt it profoundly inside her, this subtle transformation, this new phase unfolding before herHer phone vibrated on the coffee table interrupting her daydream. She grabbed it and noticed a message from Damien“Are you ready for today?”Her lips curled into a smile as she typed back:“More than ready.”They had been through so much together so many battles fought in the shadows but now, they were stepping into the light as a couple. For the first time, Ava didn’t feel afraid. Not of the world and not of what it would think of them.Da

Ava stood without shoes in front of the mirror, her wedding gown draped next to her like a tender assurance of a pledge. The room radiated warmth, alive with gentle laughter and the sound of fabric rustling as Izzy, her lifelong best friend, secured the last pearl button at the dress's back. "Are you certain this is the right choice?" Izzy asked, her voice lighthearted but soft. Ava nodded gently, her fingers lightly brushing the delicate lace at her waist. “It’s not just a dress” It’s... it’s how I perceive it. Like me. Nonetheless, in addition. Izzy’s grin faded into a gentler, more thoughtful look as she scrutinized her friend in the reflection. "You seem to be a person starting the next phase of her life." And it fits you well, Ava. All aspects of it—the love, the strength, the softness as well. A sudden lump formed in Ava's throat, surprising yet appreciated. Her hands shook a bit as she extended toward the tiny locket on the dresser and fastened it around her neck. Inside, a

Ava stayed silently positioned next to the wide window in Damien’s office, her form delicately accentuated by the illumination of the New York cityscape. The city was enveloped in captivating lavender and gold hues as evening descended, as though the earth were letting out a long, heavy breath. Far beneath, existence flourished with cars navigating through traffic, people rushing to their locations, opportunities slipping by unnoticed. Everything merged into a far-off, uneasy buzz. Yet up here, it remained quiet. Nearly tranquil. The sun descended behind a line of glistening skyscrapers, creating long, striking shadows across the sleek surface of Sterling Corporation’s rooftop. A gentle coolness remained in the atmosphere, brushing against her skin like a tender murmur. She grasped a mug of peppermint tea, now lukewarm in her hands, mainly for solace rather than warmth. She didn’t drink. Didn’t move. Her thoughts had drifted somewhere less solid—into that vague, uncomfortable space b

The conference room at Sterling Corporation pulsed with quiet intensity. Sunlight filtered through half-closed blinds, casting golden stripes across the long mahogany table where the final layout of the CrossLine Initiative was spread out like a battlefield.Damien Sterling sat at the head, sleeves rolled to his forearms, tie loosened, a man balancing edge and exhaustion. Across from him, Claire Blackwell was composed to the point of theatrical—her spine straight, crimson lips too polished for a standard boardroom meeting.She took her time flipping through the proposal he and his team had poured weeks into, her manicured fingers moving deliberately slow, like a queen inspecting her chessboard.After a long beat, she looked up. “This deal has the potential to change everything—for Sterling, for CrossLine, and for me. But only if I have a real seat at the table.”Damien leaned back, his expression unreadable. "That’s not precisely on the sidelines."Claire's grin remained unchanged, ye

The Sterling estate was shrouded in a stillness so profound, it seemed more deafening than any sound. Damien remained on the veranda, his stance tense, eyes locked on the distant horizon that extended past the well-maintained gardens. The sky appeared a gloomy, stormy gray—eerily reflecting the unrest stirring within him.He had just returned from a meeting with Claire. As always, she was composed, polished… and impossible to read. She had once again pitched herself to lead the international division of the Sterling-Sterling expansion, her tone calm but layered with meaning.“We work well together, Damien. You know we do. This project needs someone who understands your vision—not just professionally, but personally.”Her words wouldn’t stop circling in his mind, seductive and unsettling all at once. He hadn’t even begun to unpack what she truly meant when his phone buzzed.His father.Minutes later, Damien sat across from Mr. Sterling in the study, the air thick with tension. The spac