Entangled in his sheet의 모든 챕터: 챕터 91 - 챕터 100

I knew she was lying the moment our eyes met.Not the nervous or the stumbling lie people tell when they are caught off guard. Not the frantic kind born of panic or shame. This was calm, well measured and deliberate.Catrina stood in the middle of the dim room with blood on her hands that was not her own, breathing steady and even, as though she had simply stepped out for a walk instead of orchestrating a kidnapping. Her chin was raised slightly. Her gaze direct. No pleading in her expression. No apology waiting on her lips.She was waiting for me to speak first.Behind her, Cadwell wheezed against the tape over his mouth. His chair rocked faintly from his weak struggles. Sweat darkened his shirt in patches; the sharp smell of blood mingled with the damp concrete and rust that clung to the air.But my attention remained fixed on her.For the first time since the day we met, I looked at my wife and felt I was seeing someone new.“Explain,” I said quietly.The word carried no shout, no

The knock came again.Sharp, Insistent, almost rude.My jaw clenched. Whoever dared disturb me at this hour had three seconds before I decorated the door with their blood.I was already in a foul mood, deals collapsing in slow motion, men failing to deliver, whispers crawling through corners where silence should have reigned. And beneath it all, that constant, gnawing hunger I could never quite name.The knock sounded a third time.“Impatient,” I muttered, rising from the leather chair with deliberate slowness. My footsteps echoed across the marble, heavy and measured, each one a reminder of who owned this house.I yanked the door open.And the world narrowed to one point.Her.Catrina.For a single heartbeat, everything else vanished — the anger, the frustration, the endless calculations. All of it dulled, redirected, sharpened into something far more primal.She stood there, breathing uneven, hair slightly wild from the wind or the run or whatever madness had driven her here. Lips p

I knew he was lying before the first word left his mouth.Not because of what he said.Because of how completely still he became the moment he finished speaking.People who tell the truth keep moving — they breathe unevenly, blink too fast, shift their weight from one foot to the other. Carlos did none of those things. He knelt there like a statue carved from ice, eyes fixed on me with the patient focus of someone who hunts for a living. Watching. Waiting. Calculating exactly how close he could come before the wounded animal realised the trap had already closed around its leg.On his knees, begging for forgiveness in disguise.If I had not known better, I might have believed the performance.But I had caught the brief flash in his eyes the instant I stepped into the room. Not with relief, and no remorse in his eyes, only assessment.How dangerous is he now? How much does he know? How much can I still salvage?I let my face soften anyway. Let my shoulders ease. Let my voice come out w

Important Update: Hi everyone! I realized I accidentally skipped a section in the upload sequence. To ensure you don't miss a beat of the story, I have inserted the missing Chapter 95 here. Please read this before moving on to the Carlos POV chapter 96 which you see as chapter 95 now. Thank you for sticking with me!I knew I shouldn’t have come back here.Not tonight, not after everything that had happened, but obsession doesn’t ask permission.It claws at your ribs until you can’t breathe, drags you by the throat to the one place that’s slowly killing you, and whispers in your ear: Just one more time. Just look. Just see.The De la Fonte mansion rose ahead of me like a dark monument — cold stone, tall windows glowing faintly, gates already sliding open as if the house itself had been waiting. I had walked these grounds as a child, run through these gardens laughing, and believed stupidly that one day this place would feel like home.Now it felt like enemy territory.My hands tightene

The ground was cold under my bare feet, grass wet from night dew, but I barely felt it.All I could feel was the man standing in front of me — back turned, shoulders broad and unmoving, like a wall that had appeared out of nowhere to block my path.My heart slammed so hard against my ribs I thought it might crack them.I took one step back, instinctive, and silently but the trellis behind me creaked, betraying the movement.He turned, slowly and deliberately and the moonlight caught his face.My breath stopped, fear crawled through my veins.Julian?He didn’t speak at first.His gaze stared at me deeply, his eyes were circled dark, unreadable, sweeping from my bare feet up the black silk dress that now felt like a confession instead of armour. The coat had slipped off one shoulder during the climb; I hadn’t noticed until now.His gaze lingered there for long on my exposed skin, on the curve of my collarbone, the way the fabric clung to every line of my body, before rising to meet my