All Chapters of Entangled Hearts : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 51– Lisa’s POVI hadn’t slept.Not even for a second.The silence in the mansion was maddening. Every creak of the old wood, every whisper of the wind brushing against the windows—it all felt louder, more intrusive, like the walls themselves were mocking me. Without Vincent, the house felt cold. Lifeless. Hollow.But not as hollow as I felt inside.I sat curled in the armchair by the window, still wearing the nightdress from last night. My arms were wrapped tightly around my knees, and my eyes were dry—not because I hadn’t cried, but because I’d run out of tears. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d blinked. Maybe when the stars still shone. But now, the sky had faded into a dull, dismal gray, the promise of morning trying to sneak in.But nothing inside me felt like a new day.Vincent was gone.Because of me.Because I hurt him.And I didn’t stop him.I hadn’t even tried.The moment replayed in my head over and over like a cruel loop—the look in his eyes before he walked ou

Chapter 53:Lisa's pov Two days.That’s how long it had been since I’d last seen him.Two long, torturous days filled with silence, guilt, and longing. The mansion had become a hollow, frozen place in his absence. Every room felt colder, every hallway stretched longer, like time itself had slowed down just to torture me. Even the walls seemed to echo with his absence—whispers of footsteps that no longer came, the ghost of a voice that had once made my heart race.Bruce said he was away on business. That it would only be a day or two.But that hadn’t stopped my mind from spiraling.What if he’d gone back to her? To his wife. What if I had pushed him too far this time? What if I meant so little to him that leaving—disappearing—was easier than facing me?I couldn't sleep. I couldn’t eat. My body moved like a machine, but my heart… my heart had stayed still. Stuck in that moment before he left. The moment when everything between us felt raw and dangerous and real.I tried to keep myself

Chapter 55Vincent’s POVOne whole week.One whole damn week of silence.I’ve lost count of how many times I stood outside her door, hand hovering over the knob, wanting—no, needing—to see her. To talk to her. To pull her close and tell her I’m sorry, that I never wanted to hurt her.But I don’t.Because I’m a coward. A jealous, possessive, stubborn coward.She stopped trying two days after I began my cold punishment. No more meals from her. No more perfectly folded towels. No more glances when she thought I wasn’t looking. She stopped cleaning my room, stopped preparing my bath. I thought I’d feel relief. I thought distance would kill what I felt for her.But it didn’t.It made everything worse.I crave her. Every second. Every damn second.And when I catch her watching me, and our eyes meet, something burns in me so hot, I have to tear my gaze away before I lose control. Before I do something unforgivable.She’s suffering—I can see it in her walk, in the way her shoulders slump when

Chapter 57– Lisa’s POV The hours dragged. After Clara left, I sat by the window for what felt like forever, watching the sky shift from pale blue to golden hues. The estate’s garden swayed gently in the breeze below, but none of it calmed me. Every second without a message. Every minute without a word from him. Every hour of silence made my chest tighten. Was he avoiding me? Or was this just… him? Vincent Lucas was impossible to figure out. He'd taken my virginity last night with a hunger that shook me to my core, looked me in the eyes like I was the only thing he craved… and then vanished this morning like it never happened. Like I didn’t happen. The silence was louder than any scream. A cruel reminder that I was always just a breath away from breaking. By afternoon, I couldn’t take it anymore. Sitting around in his room—felt like torture. I wasn’t used to being idle. My body begged to move, and my mind ached to forget. I slipped out when no one was looking, t

Chapter 59: Lisa’s POV The sun peeked through the curtains, warm and gentle against my bare skin. I stirred, stretching slightly, only to realize I was alone. My eyes fluttered open, and my heart sank. Vincent was gone. The spot beside me was cold. Empty. The memory of last night, the way he touched me, the way he made me feel… it was still fresh in my body. My heart ached with the absence of his warmth. I sat up slowly, the silk sheets falling around my waist. My eyes scanned the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. That’s when I saw it. A breakfast tray sat neatly on the nightstand, steam still rising from the cup of tea beside a plate of toast, eggs, and fruit. And tucked beneath the edge of the tray, a folded note with my name written in that familiar, sharp handwriting. My lips curled before I even touched the paper. I slid it out with trembling fingers, and as I read it, my heart melted. “Good morning, my sweet Lisa. You were so peaceful I couldn’t afford to wake