Semua Bab ENTANGLED AFFAIRS: Bab 181 - Bab 190

Clara knocked once.Then twice.She could hear the TV inside. The laughter. The voices.It was raining now, the kind that soaked through everything in seconds. Her hair clung to her face, her sweater heavy and wet.She stood at the front door, trembling, clutching her bag like a lifeline.The door creaked open.Her mother’s face appeared, sharp and pinched. “What are you doing here?”Clara’s lips trembled. “I didn’t know where else to go.”Her father’s voice rang from inside. “Who is it?”“It’s Clara,” her mother said flatly. “Back from her public porn debut.”Clara flinched. “Please… I need somewhere to stay. Just for tonight. Just till I figure something out.”Her father appeared beside her mother. “Didn’t we raise you better than this?”“You married me off,” Clara said quietly. “To the Davenports. You pushed me into that life.”“And you couldn’t even hold it together,” her mother snapped. “Do you know the shame you’ve brought to this house? The neighbors are whispering. Church has

Clara barely remembered falling asleep.She woke to soft morning light leaking through the curtains. The bed was warm. Too warm. For a second, she forgot where she was.Then it hit her.Liam’s house.The scandal. The video. Her parents slamming the door in her face.She sat up slowly, her head pounding.The bedroom door creaked open.“Morning,” Liam said, stepping in. “You look better.”Clara managed a small nod. “Thanks… for yesterday.”“You were in rough shape.”“I still am.”Liam walked in with a tray—toast, orange juice, and a cup of warm tea.“I made this just in case you were too tired to get up.”“You didn’t have to–”“Stop saying that,” he interrupted, placing the tray in front of her. “You’re my sister, Clara. You don’t have to earn kindness.”Her eyes watered a little. “You’re… different.”“Yeah,” he said. “You noticed.”She picked up the toast with shaky hands, but didn’t eat.“I don’t think I can hold anything down.”“You need to try. I also called someone.”Clara blinked.

The room smelled like metal, fear, and sweat.Vivian’s lips were dry. Tasha’s arms ached. Kachi sat silent in the corner, eyes half-shut but alert.None of them knew how long they had been down there.Then they heard it.Footsteps.Sharp. Measured. Confident.The door opened.He walked in.The old shit — the man with no heart, no soul, no mercy.Tasha’s voice cracked. “Are you going to kill us now?”The old shit chuckled darkly.“No. Not today.”Vivian narrowed her eyes. “What do you want?”He smiled. It was the kind of smile that made your stomach twist.“I’m letting you two go,” he said casually.Vivian and Tasha glanced at each other in confusion.“You’re... letting us go?” Tasha asked.“Yes. You’re free to walk out that door.”Vivian was instantly suspicious. “What’s the catch?”He turned his back to them and walked slowly toward Kachi.“She stays.”“No!” Vivian shouted. “Why her?”“She’s leverage.”Kachi looked up. “I’m not scared of you.”“You should be,” the old shit replied ca

"A picture of my dad younger self, found it when I was going through my mom stuffs, hoping to find something because I knew there has to be a reason why that man is after my family, found this symbol and a blurred face, but the face had the same tattoo on his neck.”“So do we, on our stomachs, an infinity dragon symbol.” Vivian said, trying to put everything together “This means Your father knew him... maybe even worked with him."The room went still.Jasper didn’t move. He stared at the items like they were cursed."Then maybe it’s time my father answers some questions," he said, his voice like steel.Vivian looked at Tasha. "What’s the plan?"Tasha gave her a half-smile. "Step one? You’re in. That changes everything."Vivian sighed and sat down. "Then let’s find some answers.”**The next day, Vivian, Jasper, and Tasha sat in Jasper’s study.“So the first thing we need to figure out,” Tasha said, arms crossed, “is what the hell Mr. Davenport did to that twisted old man that’s got hi

“Do you want anything else?” Liam asked as he stood at the doorway, holding his keys.Clara, curled up on the couch with a blanket over her legs, looked up with tired eyes.“Pickles.”Liam blinked. “What?”“Pickles,” she repeated, a bit sheepishly. “And maybe strawberry ice cream.”He stared at her.“Together,” she added quietly.Liam made a face. “That’s disgusting.”“It’s not me,” Clara mumbled, resting a hand on her belly. “It’s your niece or nephew.”He smirked and nodded. “Alright, alright. I’m heading to the store now. Just rest.”Clara gave him a small smile. “Thank you, Liam. Really.”“Don’t get all emotional on me,” he said, grabbing his hoodie. “I’m still charging you rent for those pickles.”She laughed softly as he stepped out.At the Grocery Store – 20 Minutes LaterLiam walked down the aisle with a basket hanging from one arm , pickles, strawberry ice cream, bread, and bottled water already inside.He was scanning for Clara’s weird cereal craving when a voice behind him