All Chapters of Entangled With Mr.ceo: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Brian’s guy dropped me off at a place I’d never been but somehow felt perfect for how wrecked I was—quiet, dim lights, soft music, no eyes watching. Brian was already waiting, leaning back on a bar stool like he owned the whole place. “You said you wanted to drink,” he said gently when he saw me. “So—here.” I nodded, even though my head was pounding from crying, not alcohol. My makeup could pretend to hold me together, but it couldn’t hide the fact that I’d fallen apart. Brian ordered something light, something he clearly thought I could handle. Turns out… I couldn’t. One sip. Two. By the third, the room was already moving. My chest felt warm. My eyes blurred. Everything in me loosened like someone had untied all the strings holding me upright. “Wait—wait, Ivy, what the hell?” Brian leaned toward me, eyes wide. “Can you even drink?” I blinked at him, my vision scattering. “I… I drink water,” I mumbled. “For God’s sake.” He ran a hand through his hair, exasperated and worrie

IVY’S POV White. That was the first thing I noticed. White walls. White sheets. A sharp, sterile smell that burned my nose the moment I breathed in. My head throbbed like someone had taken a hammer to it, and when I tried to move, a dull ache spread through my body. Hospital. The realization hit slowly, then all at once. I blinked, my lashes fluttering as the room came into focus. Machines beeped softly beside me. An IV was taped to my hand. “What—” My voice came out hoarse. “What happened?” “You fainted.” Nathan. I turned my head sharply toward the sound of his voice. He was standing beside the bed, jacket off, sleeves rolled up, his hair disheveled in a way I’d never seen before. His jaw was tight, his eyes fixed on me like I might disappear if he blinked. Memories rushed back in fragments— The elevator. The girl. Her outstretched hand. Then… nothing. “I…” I swallowed. My throat felt dry. “Why am I here?” The doctor stepped forward, clipboard in hand

NATHAN’S POV “Ella, what the hell?!” My voice echoed through the hallway, raw with anger I wasn’t even trying to hide anymore. She didn’t flinch. If anything, she looked amused. “I’m sorry,” she said, laughing lightly, completely unfazed. “I didn’t know you were trying to hump your girlfriend.” My jaw tightened. “You mean my legally wedded wife?” I shot back, each word deliberate, laced with fury. That got a reaction. IVY’S POV “You mean my legally wedded wife?” Nathan’s voice carried through the hallway, sharp and clear. I didn’t mean to listen. But I did. And then— “I’m sorry.” I frowned. That didn’t sound like the Ella I had just met. “I… I didn’t mean it like that,” she said softly, her voice trembling now. “I just… I wanted to see her. I didn’t know you were… busy.” Busy? My eyes narrowed. Then came the sound of sniffing. Crying. I blinked once. Twice. Oh, come on. Curiosity got the better of me. I pushed the door open slightly a

My voice cut through the music, through the laughter, through everything. But she was gone. The room suddenly felt suffocating. People everywhere. Faces I didn’t care about. Voices I didn’t hear. “Ivy!” I shouted again, grabbing the nearest person. “Did you see her? My wife—white dress—did you see where she went?” Blank stares. Shrugs. Useless. I pushed past them, scanning every corner, every hallway, every exit. Nothing. Ten minutes. Twenty. Thirty. Still nothing. My chest tightened. This wasn’t like her. She wouldn’t just disappear. Unless— No. I pulled out my phone, dialing her number. Dead. Switched off. “Damn it!” I ran a hand through my hair, pacing. Think. Think. Did she go home? Maybe. Maybe she couldn’t handle it and left. I grabbed my phone again and dialed. “Desmond.” “Sir.” “Where are you?” I snapped. “Is Ivy with you?” A pause. “No, sir. Madam is not with me. When I left, she was still at the party.” My stomach dropped. Still at the p

IVY’S POV I didn’t leave Nathan. Not really. He was busy—surrounded by men in suits, voices low and serious, talking about things I didn’t understand and didn’t belong in. So I let him be. I wandered off instead. Alone. The music was soft, the laughter light, but somehow… I still felt out of place. Maybe I could make a friend. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be so bad. “Oh my God, Ivy!” I turned. Ella. My shoulders tensed instinctively. But— She smiled. Warm. Genuine. Almost too genuine. “You look bored,” she said, looping her arm through mine like we were already close. “Come on, let’s play something. This is my party—you don’t get to be lonely here.” I hesitated. Then nodded. We played. Some silly party game. Truth or dare… or something close to it. At first, it was fun. Light. Easy. But then— I missed a turn. “Drink!” someone cheered. I frowned slightly. “I don’t really—” “Just a little,” Ella encouraged softly, handing me a glass. “Relax.” I didn’t want to