Lahat ng Kabanata ng Entangled Hearts : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

A week after the tragic incident Mr Lucas woke from his coma. The moment he recalled what had happened that night, pain crushed his heart. His wife- oh his dear Elsa was gone. He had lost her. He couldn't save her. The grief was unbearable and before he could process it all, darkness consumed him again, pulling him back into coma... Two days later, his eyes slowly opened. As he looked around, he saw his son, Vincent, and his trusted nanny madam Mary, asleep beside him. He tried to clear his throat, his weak voice barely a whisper. Vincent stirred, raising his head the moment he saw his father awake, he burst into tears, throwing himself into his arms.. Madam Mary rushed to his bedside asking if he needed anything. Lucas gave them a weak smile before gently asking his son to step out for a moment. Vincent hesitated but obeyed, walking out of the room with a heavy heart. Once they were alone, Lucas turned to madam Mary, his expression grave. "Take care of my boy," he said... Mar

Chapter 2 Lisa’s POV It was late evening, and all the maids were gathered in the living room for a quick briefing. Madam Mary’s instructions were sharp and swift—no room for mistakes. Afterward, we formed a neat line at the entrance to welcome the master. Everyone was tense. You could feel the nerves in the air. My palms were sweaty, and an excited flutter settled in the pit of my stomach. Clara, sensing my unease, gently squeezed my hand and gave me a warm smile. It calmed me instantly. In moments like this, I thank the heavens for blessing me with someone as precious as Clara. She knows me so well. I gave her a small smile back. Then, four sleek black cars pulled into the driveway. A few men in black suits stepped out first, opening the car doors with practiced ease. From one of the cars, a tall, handsome man emerged—he looked like he had just stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine. I was still admiring his looks when another figure stepped out from the next car. And th

Chapter 4Vincent’s POVThe room hadn’t changed much. My old study still smelled faintly of leather and dust, like time had been waiting for me to return. I dropped my suitcase by the door and walked to the tall windows, watching the last light of day melt into the hills beyond.But I couldn’t focus on the view.Her face kept appearing in my mind—those wide eyes, the way her lips parted like she was caught in a secret she didn’t mean to share. That look… it wasn’t just curiosity. It was something else. Something that tugged at the part of me I thought was long dead.I hadn’t even heard her name.That irritated me more than it should have.Dinner was already being prepared. I wasn’t particularly hungry, but I went anyway—more out of routine than desire. The long dining table was filled with familiar staff. Some faces I remembered, others I didn’t care to know.They moved quickly, trained hands placing plates, pouring wine, keeping their eyes down as they served. But she wasn’t among th

Chapter 6Lisa’s POVThere’s something about being seen that feels… dangerous.It’s been hours since I left the master’s room, but my heart hasn’t stopped beating like I just ran up five flights of stairs. The way his eyes followed me... it wasn’t just uncomfortable—it was unsettling. Not in a bad way, but not in a good one either. It was like he’d peeled back a layer of me I didn’t even know was showing.And now, everything felt off balance.I tried throwing myself into chores. Scrubbing, folding, dusting—anything to distract myself. But every time my hands were still, he came back to mind.Vincent Lucas Ford Jnr.The name alone sounded like something out of a historical novel. Regal. Distant. Powerful. And now that I’d seen him—really seen him—it all made sense. The air shifted when he entered a room. His presence swallowed space. Commanded it. Demanded it.And those eyes...No, no. I wasn’t going there again.I tied my apron tighter and made my way to the laundry room. Clara was al

Chapter8 Vincent's POV The knock on my study door was brief but confident.“Come in,” I said, straightening my posture.Nickolas Armstrong strolled in like he owned the place. Same old Nick—laid back, confident, annoyingly charming. He had that easy-going smile that made women feel safe.“Morning,” he said, taking the seat opposite me without waiting for an invitation. “You look like hell, Vincent.”I scoffed. “Good to see you too.”Nick’s smile faded slightly. “You haven’t called Lilian since you got here.”Of course, he would bring her up.“I was busy settling in,” I replied dryly.He raised a brow. “Too busy to call your wife?”I picked up my phone and tapped her contact. “I’m calling now. Satisfied?”The phone rang a few times before she picked up. Her voice came through with that usual bored undertone.“Vincent?”“Lilian. Just checking in. You didn’t call yesterday.”“That’s rich, coming from you,” she said with a dry laugh. “I figured you’d be too busy enjoying your precious m