All Chapters of Entangled Hearts : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

*chapter 30**Lisa's povI woke up the next morning feeling sore. My body ached in places I didn’t know could ache, but I still dragged my tired self to the bathroom. I stared at my reflection in the small mirror. Pale skin. Tired eyes. I barely recognized myself. I sighed and shrugged it off, washing my face before taking a quick bath.Once I was dressed in my uniform, I tidied my room and made sure everything was in order before heading to the maid’s kitchen for a quick breakfast.Clara was already there. The moment she saw me, she pulled me into a warm hug. I didn’t realize how much I needed that hug until I felt the sting of tears behind my eyes. I held her tightly, grateful for her silent comfort.The other maids were staring at me with pitiful eyes, but I ignored them. We ate in silence, the tension between us thick, yet unspoken. My mind wasn’t even in the room—it was with him. The green-eyed monster who had managed to consume my thoughts, my dreams, my entire being.Vincent.

Chapter 32– Lisa’s POVWork passed in a blur, yet no amount of scrubbing floors or setting tables could wipe away what had happened in that man’s room. I couldn’t forget the way he looked at me—like I was something he owned, something he wanted to devour. And God help me, I didn’t want to forget.I couldn’t forget the way his large hands had wrapped around my waist, pulling me back against him so roughly. I couldn’t forget the heat of his bare skin against my back. And I definitely couldn’t forget the hard length of him pressed to my ass through that barely-there towel.I might be a virgin. I might have never had a boyfriend. But I knew a dick when I felt one—and that was definitely what I felt. Huge. Hot. Heavy.Heat burned up my neck and stained my cheeks as the memory came rushing back. That wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to feel this way—wet, aching, needy.All because of my master.Not to brag, but I know I have a beautiful body. Clara never stops telling me. And I

Chapter 34 - Lisa's POV*The clinking of cutlery, the soft hum of idle chatter among staff, the usual sounds of the mansion, all seemed to fade into a blur as I walked toward the dining hall, heart pounding in my chest. I could feel his presence before I even stepped through the doorway. Master Vincent. He always had that effect on me—consuming, intimidating, intoxicating.Every part of my body seemed to remember what happened. What I had almost done in the bathroom some hours ago. How I have shamelessly wanted him a married man, my boss. It all played on a loop in my head, refusing to go away. My skin still tingled from the memory. My core clenched just thinking about the way he had touched me, looked at me… like he wanted to devour me. And maybe, just maybe, I had wanted that too.But now wasn’t the time. I had a job to do.I adjusted the tray in my hands and pushed the dining hall doors open, keeping my gaze low. I walked in and placed the tray on the table, doing everything I cou

Chapter 36– Vincent’s POVI didn’t sleep.Not because I didn’t try. I lay there all night, the ceiling above me blurry with thoughts—each one worse than the last. My mind wouldn’t stop replaying Nick’s words.“I love her, Vincent. I plan to court her.”Those exact words. Over and over. His voice kept echoing like a cursed lullaby.He wants to take what’s mine.Nick. My best friend. My brother in all but blood. I’ve known him since we were boys, since we used to sneak into the stables and bet on horses. He’s always been the charming one, the daring one. He never backed down from a challenge. And when he wanted something, he always got it.I saw the fire in his eyes when he said those words to me.He wasn’t bluffing.He meant it.He was going to pursue her—my Lisa. My little bird.But what he doesn’t know… is that I’m worse than him. I don’t just win—I destroy the competition.If he’s at war with me, then let the games begin. Because I’ll stop at nothing. Lisa is mine. I want her. I cr

Chapter 38– (Vincent’s POV)She stood still, like a lamb before the slaughter. My lamb. My temptation. My undoing.“Strip.”The command was cold. Sharp. I watched the way her lips parted—either to protest or plead—but nothing came out. She simply nodded, hands shaking as they moved to unzip her provocative dress that hugged her body like a second skin.I folded my arms across my chest and leaned against the wall, eyes locked on every slow movement. Each drag undone revealed more of her creamy skin, and my cock twitched in response, already hard with anticipation. Her gown fell to the floor. sliding down her hips and pooling around her feet like a silk offering.She stood before me in her underwear. Pure white. Lace. The same innocence she wore the day i arrived. But she wasn't innocent anymore, was she?Not after today.I moved forward slowly, like a beast approaching its prey.“Turn around.”She obeyed.I gripped her hips and bent her slightly. Her soft curves presented to me, trem