All Chapters of ENTANGLED AFFAIRS: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

He slicked himself up, then positioned himself at Julian’s entrance.“Do it,” Julian gritted out.Liam pressed in slowly, watching Julian’s face for any sign of pain. Julian’s breath hitched, but he kept his gaze steady.When Liam was fully inside him, he paused. “Are you okay?”Julian laughed bitterly. “Do I look okay?”Liam shook his head. “You shouldn’t have called me.”“Maybe not,” Julian admitted. “But I couldn’t stand seeing you with him. I can’t let you go, Liam. Not completely.”Liam didn’t know what to say to that. So he started to move. Slow, deep thrusts that made Julian’s breath catch in his throat.Julian reached down and started stroking himself in time with Liam’s movements.Laim watched him, mesmerized. “Fuck, I really do fucking hate you” he murmured.Julian’s lips curled into a smirk. “I know,” he said. “And you love it.”Liam shook his head, smiling despite himself. “You’re impossible.”Julian wrapped his Liam's legs tighter around his waist. “I know. Now I will mak

He stood by the stairwell, watching Clara twirl in her wedding dress as Julian beamed at her. Cameras flashed around them, capturing every perfect angle, every loving gaze.Liam's stomach churned.Julian looked so comfortable — so natural. Like he hadn't turned Liam's world upside down just days ago. Like the night they had spent together had been nothing more than a figment of Liam’s stupid, selfish imagination.You fool, Liam thought bitterly, clenching his fists behind his back.Beside him, Jasper was chatting lightly with one of Clara’s bridesmaids, a polite smile fixed on his face. His hand brushed Liam’s in a small, grounding touch — an unspoken I’m here — but it only made Liam feel sicker.He didn’t deserve Jasper’s warmth.He didn’t deserve his trust.“Hey,” Jasper murmured, leaning closer, “you okay?”Liam blinked rapidly, forcing a grin. “Yeah. Just… hungry.”Jasper chuckled softly, squeezing his hand before stepping away to grab them both something from the buffet.Liam wat

The sun dripped gold across the lavish wedding venue, setting the scene aglow with a surreal charm. Everything looked picture-perfect, almost too perfect, like a fairytale written with precision and power. Clara and Julian's wedding was the event of the season, an opulent affair meant to dazzle, silence rumors, and elevate prestige.Liam stood at the edge of the gathering, watching everything unfold as though he were underwater, sound muffled and movements slowed. His chest felt tight, constricted by the choking grip of disbelief. Julian looked striking in his white tuxedo, Clara dazzling in a sleeveless, crystal-embellished gown that shimmered like a river of stars.It was happening. It was actually happening.Julian was marrying Clara.Liam couldn’t breathe.He clutched his champagne glass too tightly, the sweat of his palm sliding against the stem. He had spent days burying guilt, pretending everything was fine, smiling for Jasper, laughing at nothing. But right here, in this momen

The bar was dimly lit, with neon signs flickering and the air thick with smoke and regret. The thud of music barely covered the sobs Liam tried to swallow with every gulp of whiskey.Glass clinked. Tears dropped. Heart ached.Another shot.He didn’t even bother to ask what it was anymore. He kept asking for the strongest they had, the strongest that could help fight this ache in his chest.His heart felt hollow.His head heavy.And his pride—shattered.He could still hear Jasper’s voice echoing from the wedding ceremony, those cold words meant to distance them, to wound, to humiliate.“You think I would ever be gay? That I would want you?”Liam winced and wiped his eyes roughly. “Bastard,” he muttered under his breath.Julian, married. Clara, beaming in her white dress. Jasper, kissed by a beautiful blonde in front of flashing cameras like Liam was a stranger–no, like he was a fool. A very foolish fool.A tear slid down his cheek. He slammed another glass back.“Bartender,” he slurred

Drew stepped out in jeans and a fitted black shirt, sunglasses masking his eyes."You look like shit," Drew said, scooping Liam's bag and tossing it into the trunk.Without a word, Liam slid into the passenger seat.Unbeknownst to him, across the street, In a tinted car window, sat Jasper, fists clenched tightly against the steering wheel, jaw set in stone. He watched as the car drove away.Liam sat in silence the entire ride. When they arrived at Drew's apartment, he stepped out and looked up. The building was sleek and modern—far nicer than anything he'd expected."Come on," Drew said, leading him inside.They took the elevator up to the eighth floor. Once inside the apartment, Liam finally got a proper look, the last time he hadn't because he had been drunk.The interior was minimalist but classy. Grey walls, black leather furniture, glass shelves."Here," Drew said, pointing to a guest bedroom. "You can keep your stuff here. This is your room."Liam stepped inside slowly."Thanks,