Todos os capítulos de Entangled With The Vicenzos: Capítulo 291 - Capítulo 300

Chapter 292Chiara took a deep breath in once she returned back to the apartment. Her heart felt so heavy, she could barely breathe.Her tears flowed freely now, the tears she had tried hard to hold back but failed. She felt stupid for even crying when she knew it well that her aunty didn’t give two fucks about her, not before and definitely not now.She shouldn’t care, but she couldn’t help it; she could not deny the fact that she actually did.The following morning, she could barely concentrate on anything as she pondered on whether or not to just abandon things and leave this country.She couldn’t stand the fact that her aunt was here, she also grew restless, her trembling hands in her pocket.“Chiara, are you okay?” one of her colleagues asked, and it was then she noticed that she was actually crying.“I’m fine.” She quickly walked away from there.She needed something to clear her head, this wasn’t working, nothing was.It was evening, the clouds were painted with orange, the sun

Had she heard right? She wasn’t sure. Her heart raced in her ears as his hand glided down her arm, subtly pulling her closer to his big frame.For that moment, she couldn’t breathe. She felt the warmth from his body radiate to hers. Just being here, being in his hold, it made her feel some kind of indescribable relief. She felt safe and at peace, and these were words she was sure as hell she would never associate with this person.“Are you okay?” he asked her, and she found herself nodding.She did miss him. Miss was even an understatement when she had been thinking about him every damn minute since the last time they parted.His scent, his presence—those were something that haunted her, and the fact that he always showed up out of the blue anytime she was in danger made her heart twist.Was this what it felt like, to be seen and actually looked out for?“I…I should go back.” She stepped away from him, and he let her.His eyes still held hers in a heated gaze. She squeamishly looked d

Chapter 296The full thuds of his boot against the tiled floor resounded in the air, accompanied by his strong Oakwood scent which the air now carried.Massimo tightened his jaw—one slip-up, one wrong move, and that’s what it took for him to find out, and he couldn’t let that happen.“Massimo?” he called, and that’s when he recalled the question he had been asking him.Maintaining a poker face, he held eye contact with him. “I was just asking Alessandro a question,” his gaze flashed to Alessandro, throwing a quiet glare at him.He had given wrong information; there was a thin line between him and actually throwing him off the roof.“You sure?” Now Leone had come to stand just a foot away from him, his gray orbs holding his.Massimo took a step forward, completely covering the distance between them.The air grew even more tense as the duo held eye contact like they were about to get into a fight with each other.“Woah,” Alessandro came to stand beside Leone. “Is there something going o

The morning came too quickly.Chiara’s eyes fluttered open slowly, and for a few seconds, she just lay there, staring at the ceiling like she was hoping the day would pause.Like she was hoping time would be kind enough to let her breathe.But it wasn’t.The soft morning light poured into the small room through the curtains, warming the air gently. Outside, birds chirped peacefully, their sounds light and careless, like the world had nothing to worry about.A warm breeze slipped through the slightly opened window and brushed her skin.It felt calm.It felt normal.And Chiara hated it.Because her life was anything but normal.She pulled the blanket higher, not wanting to leave the comfort of her bed. She didn’t want to face the world again. She didn’t want to pretend she was okay when she wasn’t.She blinked slowly, trying to enjoy the peace.But peace never lasted long for her.Her mind drifted.And before she could stop it, her thoughts reverted back to her aunt.Her chest tightened

Chapter 300Massimo stood on the rooftop of his mansion, his tall frame still and silent against the dark sky.The night was cold.The city lights beneath him looked distant, blurry, like they meant nothing. The wind blew hard, aggressive, slamming against his body like it wanted to push him off the roof.But Massimo didn’t move.His phone was glued to his ear, his eyes narrowed as he listened to the voice on the other end.Rocco.His most trusted man.The only one he could rely on without fear of betrayal.“She left the scene after the supervisor called everyone back,” Rocco said, his voice low and respectful. “She looked shaken, boss. She was crying.”Massimo’s jaw tightened.His grip on the phone grew firm.He already knew she would cry.He could see it in her eyes before he walked away.He could see the way her lips trembled.The way her voice cracked.The way her whole body looked like it was holding on by a thin thread.And still… he had done it.He had pushed her away like she