All Chapters of Entangled Hearts : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

**Chapter 10** **Lisa’s POV**The sun shone brighter than usual, the gentle breeze carrying the scent of spring flowers as I stepped out of the mansion gates with Clara beside me. Our day off. I had been looking forward to it all week, especially after the emotionally exhausting few days I’d just had — and after what happened in the hallway. My heart still hadn’t recovered.Clara had been humming a happy tune since morning, clearly excited to get away from the mansion. I envied her carefree spirit. Me? I was a mess inside. I smiled, I nodded, I laughed — but my thoughts kept circling back to one man. Vincent Lucas Ford Jnr.Stop it, Lisa. You’re just a maid. He’s your boss — and married.“Alright, Miss Grumpy,” Clara nudged me playfully as we walked toward the bus stop. “Can we pretend you’re not overthinking the entire universe and just have fun today?”I gave her a weak smile. “I’m not overthinking.”She rolled her eyes. “Sure, and I’m not beautiful.”We both laughed, and I felt t

Chapter 12 Vincent’s POV The town was smaller than I remembered. Familiar but different—quieter, slower, and annoyingly peaceful. I hadn’t planned to stay long, but after that hallway encounter with Lisa… I couldn’t bring myself to leave just yet. She haunted my thoughts. Her eyes, wide with confusion. The way she looked at me like I was something she didn’t want to feel… but couldn’t help but feel anyway. Damn it. Nickolas walked beside me, talking about logistics and shipments, but my mind wasn’t fully in the conversation. “I’m telling you, if the deal goes through, we could expand within the quarter,” Nick said, sipping his coffee-to-go. “What do you think?” “I think you talk too much when I haven’t had proper caffeine,” I muttered. He chuckled. “You’re grumpier here. The countryside not softening you up yet?” I shot him a sideways glare. “Not everyone flirts with every pretty girl in town.” “Not flirting,” he said defensively. “Just... appreciating

Chapter 13 Vincent’s POV The evening air was cool, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves as I stepped onto the balcony overlooking the garden. The soft glow of lanterns illuminated the path below, casting elongated shadows that danced with the wind. I leaned against the railing, seeking solace in the quietude of the night. But then, a familiar laugh pierced the silence—a light, melodic sound that sent a jolt through me. I looked down and saw them. Lisa and Nick, seated on the garden bench, sharing a pizza and laughter. Her eyes sparkled, and her smile was genuine, unburdened. A knot tightened in my chest. That smile—it had been mine once, hadn't it? Nick leaned in, whispering something that made her laugh even harder. She playfully nudged him, and he responded with that signature grin of his. I clenched my fists, the railing biting into my palms. She stood up, ready to leave. Nick said something that made her pause. She looked at him, eyes wide, then nodded and was about

--- **Chapter 15** **Vincent’s POV** The night was oppressively still, yet my mind was anything but. Shadows danced behind my closed eyelids, coalescing into the stern visage of my father. His eyes, cold and unyielding, bore into mine as he reminded me of the solemn promise I had made: to marry Lilian, to uphold the family's honor. The dream felt so vivid, so real, that when I jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat, my heart pounded as if I had just faced him in the flesh. I sat on the edge of the bed, trying to steady my breathing. The room was dark, save for the faint glow of the city lights seeping through the curtains. But the darkness couldn't mask the guilt gnawing at my conscience. Was this dream merely a figment of my imagination, or was it a manifestation of my father's disapproval? Was he reminding me of my vows, of the commitment I had made to Lilian? And then there was Lisa. The maid who had, unknowingly, become the epicenter of my internal conflict. Her laughter, her

**Chapter 19** **Vincent’s POV** The days blurred together, each one indistinguishable from the last. I continued to distance myself from Lisa, convincing myself it was for the best. But deep down, I knew I was lying to myself. Every time I saw her, my heart betrayed me. Her presence stirred something within me that I couldn't ignore. I hated it. I hated that she had this power over me. I caught myself watching her more often than I should. Her laughter, her smile, the way she moved—it all captivated me. I tried to focus on my work, to push these feelings aside, but they lingered, persistent and unyielding. The hallway was dimly lit, yet the tension between Lisa and Cherry was unmistakable. I stood at the top of the stairs, observing the scene unfold below. Cherry's voice was sharp, her gestures aggressive. Lisa, ever composed, held her ground, but I noticed the subtle flinch as Cherry's words struck deeper than intended. My gaze dropped to Lisa's hand, where a red mark marred