All Chapters of Entangled Hearts : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 60: Vincent’s POV She was flushed, breathless, and glowing. I stood there watching her in that black dress, barely holding my self-control together as she fixed her hair in the mirror. My mouth still tasted of her. My skin still tingled from her touch. I wasn’t a man given to obsession. Until her. Lisa. She made me forget who I was supposed to be. Cold. Calculated. Unattached. But with her? I was raw. Starving. Every time I touched her, I wanted more. Every time she smiled, it felt like the sun rose just for me. And fuck, the way she looked in that dress? If I didn’t have plans, I’d lock us inside the room and ruin her all over again. But not today. Today I was taking her out—into my world. I wanted people to see her. To know. To feel envy crawl under their skin knowing that the beautiful woman by my side was mine. When she turned to face me, a shy smile still dancing on her lips, my breath caught. “You ready?” I asked, voice low, eyes trailing down her legs aga

Chapter 62 – Lisa’s POV Warmth. That was the first thing I felt when I stirred from sleep. the warmth of skin pressed to mine, of arms tightly wrapped around my waist and breath fanning softly against the back of my neck. Vincent. A soft sigh left me as I pressed further into him, his strong body curled around mine like a shield. His scent clung to the sheets, to my skin. Masculine, fresh, and intoxicatingly his. I never wanted to move. Never wanted this moment to end. “Awake, sweetheart?” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. “Mmm…” I gave a small nod, eyes still closed. His fingers, warm and slow, traced up the curve of my hip, then down my bare thigh. Goosebumps erupted in their wake. “You slept like a kitten.” He pressed a kiss to my shoulder, then rolled me gently onto my back so he could look at me. His gaze swept over my face as if memorizing every inch. “I could get used to waking up like this.” My cheeks heated. “Me too.” He leaned in and captured my lips in a lazy,

Chapter 64– Lisa’s POV The glow of the past month still lingered in my heart like sunshine warming my skin. It had been a perfect escape—just Vincent and me. Mornings filled with soft kisses and breakfasts in bed. Afternoons wrapped in his arms, walking hand-in-hand through quiet parks, stealing kisses in the shadows. Nights tangled in silk sheets, whispering confessions in the dark. But paradise never lasts forever. Tonight was our return to the real world—a dinner party Vincent said we couldn’t miss. I dressed in a deep red satin dress that clung to my body like a second skin. The neckline dipped just enough to make me blush, but Vincent had chosen it for me himself, eyes dark with promise as he zipped me into it. “You’ll be the most beautiful woman there,” he’d whispered, his lips grazing my shoulder. “And you’re mine.” He held me close the entire drive to the venue, his thumb brushing lazy circles on my bare thigh. When we arrived, I stayed close to him, letting him le

Chapter 66: Lisa’s POV The air in the mansion was suffocating. It wasn’t just the silence—it was the tension. The kind that coils around your chest and squeezes slowly until even breathing feels like a crime. Vincent had left that morning for a business meeting out of town, and for once, I thought I had a few hours to simply exist alone and in peace to just work . Just... quiet. But peace, it seemed, was a luxury I wasn’t allowed. I was in the middle of dusting the bookshelf in the library when Clara came rushing toward me. Her shoes clacked noisily on the polished floor, and her face was pale as if she’d seen a ghost. “Lisa,” she panted, grabbing my arm. “Lilian. She’s... she’s in your room. She’s packing your things.” My heart stopped. “What?” My voice was barely above a whisper. “She’s in your room—well, the one opposite Vincent’s. She’s ordered two of the girls to move your clothes back to the maid quarters.” I didn’t even respond. My body moved before my brain did. I b

Chapter 68 – Lisa's pov The past few days felt like a dream I wasn’t ready to wake up from. I wasn’t just breathing—I was living. Inside this grand mansion, I was no longer a shadow slipping through corridors unnoticed. I was desired. Touched. Loved. And the man I once feared from a distance now looked at me like I was his salvation. Vincent Lucas Junior. His name alone made my body react. His touch made me tremble. And lately, he was more than just my forbidden desire. He was my reality. Each stolen glance, each whispered word, every time his possessive hands curled around my waist—I felt claimed. Completely and utterly his. But reality always has a way of breaking through dreams. And this time, it came in the form of his wife. Lilian. She had disappeared after that explosive morning—humiliated, furious, and too proud to beg. Her absence brought a strange peace to the mansion, a kind of calm that made the walls breathe easier. No sharp heels clicking across marble. No ven