All Chapters of Entangled Hearts : Chapter 71 - Chapter 78

CHAPTER 71– LISA’S POV The city was a breathtaking blur of colors, scents, and life. Clara and I had left the mansion earlier that morning, escorted by one of Vincent’s trusted guards since we were heading beyond the town’s borders. I didn’t expect to enjoy the trip as much as I did. At first, I was hesitant—even reluctant—but by midday, I was laughing, shopping, and smiling more than I had in weeks. We hit the best stores. I bought dresses, heels, lingerie—things I never thought I’d own. Clara even convinced me to pick out a few perfumes and cosmetics. We visited the spa next, where we got full body massages, facials, and our nails done. I chose a pale pink polish, something soft and romantic. Clara opted for a fiery red that matched her bold spirit. Then came the hair salon. I let them pamper me—wash, trim, and style. My dark hair was now soft waves cascading over my shoulders. Clara whistled when I checked myself in the mirror. “Vincent’s going to eat you alive when he

Chapter 73: Lisa's pov I hid in Clara's bathroom, trembling. My knees hugged my chest as silent sobs wracked my body. The cold tiles bit into my skin, but the ache inside my chest was far worse. Vincent. My Vincent. I had run straight to this room, needing somewhere, anywhere, to disappear. Clara had been too shocked to stop me. She didn’t even know what had happened, not truly. All she saw was the look on my face when I pushed open the door and found them together—him and his wife. That image refused to leave my mind. Lilian's mocking smile. Vincent’s bare chest. The sheets tangled around their legs. The silence before he saw me. The guilt that flashed in his eyes. I had trusted him. I gave him everything. My body. My heart. And he... he gave himself to her? His wife. The one he claimed he didn’t want. The one he said he had no feelings for. So why? Why did he hold her like that? Why didn’t he push her away? Why did he let her touch him? Why did he kiss her? Did I mean

Chapter 75 — Vincent’s POV Three days. Three excruciating days since everything fell apart. Lisa hadn’t said more than a few words to me since that night. A nod here. A clipped "yes" or "no" there. She’d been avoiding me—refusing to join me for meals, walking past me like I was invisible, locking herself away in Clara’s room, in the kitchen, anywhere I wasn’t. And it hurt. It fucking hurt. I missed her. My Lisa my bright, beautiful, soft-hearted girl who used to blush when our eyes met, who used to tremble when I touched her. Now she barely looked my way. And every second without her felt like someone was slowly driving a dagger into my chest. I knew I messed up. Even if I was drugged, even if I had no memory of that night with Lilian, it didn’t erase the damage. It didn’t undo the hurt in Lisa’s eyes when she saw us together. I could still feel her pain like it was my own. But I was done waiting. Done giving her space that only widened the distance between us. Today,

Chapter 77 – Lisa’s POV I was still in bed when I heard the shower running. The soft hum of water against tile made my heart race. The thought of him, naked and wet, steam clinging to every perfect inch of his body, ignited a fire low in my belly. I wanted to get up, sneak into the bathroom and press my lips against his skin, tease him until he begged—but I didn’t. Instead, I stayed beneath the sheets, pretending to sleep, heart thudding wildly as the door creaked open. He stepped out. God. Water dripped from his dark hair, trailing down his strong jaw, gliding over his bare chest, and disappearing into the towel slung low around his hips. His abs, carved and glistening, flexed with every step he took. He was art. A sinful masterpiece. My mouth watered, and I had to bite down on my lip to keep from moaning. The bed dipped beside me. His fingers brushed along my arm, slow and deliberate. I shivered under his touch. “You’re awake,” he murmured, his voice husky and lo