All Chapters of Entangled With The Vicenzos: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 11His eyes held something sinister in them, and that smirk promised her no good.Was he the one behind the fire attack? But why would he do that for her? The coincidence was quite alarming, and she had only told him about Domenico a few minutes before the incident.His nonchalance… but then again, it could simply be him being Leone. She watched him leave her to the thoughts that clouded her mind.She turned back to watch. They had successfully put out the fire. She could see Domenico fuming with rage and a guard trembling in front of him. Domenico suddenly pulled out his gun, and Anna quickly turned her back on the scene, but that didn’t mean she didn’t hear the loud gunshot that followed. Goosebumps formed all over her body. This was the world she was born into, and from the look of things, she might die in this world too.2 weeks later……………..Anna sat alone in the garden, her blonde hair packed into a neat ponytail while she held a book in her hand, and although her eyes we

Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she turned restlessly in bed. Her eyes flew open with a loud gasp. Her hand clutched her chest as she gasped for breath.The torment she had received in Lorenzo Empire had been haunting her non-stop. Now she was too scared to sleep. She had no one to talk to about it; she felt like she was losing her fuckin’ mind.Sleep felt like an impossible task for her, and the night had just begun—it was barely 1 a.m. She needed water. She pushed herself out of bed and stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection.She wore a light spaghetti-strap top that hung softly on her shoulders, the fabric so thin it showed the shape of her nipples beneath. The matching shorts stopped at mid-thigh, loose and airy, moving with her as she walked.She should probably grab her robe, but then again, it was the middle of the night. She would just head to the kitchen, get some water, and then leave.With that, she left her room, her small feet padded down the hal

Chapter 15Her face paled, goosebumps formed on her skin. What kind of punishment was he talking about? The glint in his eyes—sinister—it definitely wasn’t a good kind.If she could get out of this alive, she would never even look in the direction of those glass doors ever again. She suddenly felt a warm liquid roll down her head, reminding her that she had hit her head on a stone and the wound hadn’t been taken care of yet. Her knees stung from how hard she had fallen too; she had scraped her knee, and it had begun to hurt really bad.Her knees began to weaken, her eyes spun, and her body suddenly went lax. He let her head fall on his chest as she became unconscious. ………The loud chirping of the birds made her lids fly open. Her eyes took in her surroundings—she was back in her room. Had it all been just a terrible dream? Leone had been in it, which made it more like a nightmare for her.Her hands flew to her head to feel the small bandage. She checked her knees, and they were band

Chapter 17Everyone’s eyes grew wide in shock, all eyes fell on Anna who still held the gun firmly.The butler crumbled to his knees, blood gushing out of his shot arm.“I figured it’s better to clear the problem from the grassroot rather than focus on the weeds which have spread far. If the butler had supervised the maid’s work properly, this would never have happened. It would teach him to do his job right from henceforth,” Anna spoke sharply.Her face hardened, her eyes remained fixed on the butler who now whimpered in pain. She bit her own tongue to control the flicker of guilt from passing through her eyes.She dropped the gun on the table and gave a polite bow to the Don before seeing herself out of the dining hall. As she walked, she could feel the boring eyes on her back, but she didn’t let it deter her as she left the dining hall.The shock took its time to register on them, then the Don let out a smile of approval before seeing himself out of the room. Domenico left too, lea

Chapter 19Anna’s back straightened as the Don’s eyes scrutinized her. They sat together alone in a spacious room, a glass of wine on her lap, which she held with both hands.Her toes curled inside her shoes; her handless top made it easier for the cold air from the air conditioner to leave goosebumps.It wasn’t like she hadn’t been expecting this talk—she had, ever since she shot the butler to save her neck. The guilt pressed heavily on her heart, birthing the growing urge to rip her own heart out.Each second that passed, she felt even more guilty than the last. She wanted the ground to open up and swallow her. She badly wanted to ask how the butler was doing, but she didn’t even know who to ask.The Don suddenly let out a chuckle, making her blood run cold.“You know, before, I was apprehensive about whether or not you’d make a good wife for my son, Domenico.”She took a deep breath, wondering where this was going.“But now, Anna, you’ve proven your worth,” he smiled proudly. “Your