Todos los capítulos de Entangled in his sheet: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

I got a little bit drunk that night. As I sat in my study, unable to sleep, and still clinging to the wire cup in my hand, I faced her portrait on the wall.“Did you come back again or is this a test?”I took a large gulp of the remaining wine.Shit! I cursed.It was getting hard to think straight when Catrian was close to me. It was difficult to imagine she was not mine. I just wanted to wrap my arms around her and take back the six years we had lost.“Fucking hell!”I dropped the cup and it rolled on the rug. I pinched my nose and sniffed. The door creaked open suddenly and I turned around. It was Antonio.“I heard noise,” he said, stepping in.I waved my hand dismissively. “Just in my thoughts.”“They are very loud thoughts,” he said, chuckling.I faced him and he knew exactly what was on my mind. “I can't get her off my mind, Antonio. And not knowing if I'm right or wrong is killing me.”He leaned against a chair and watched me. “You've seen her. Do you think she is Maria?”I sta

“Vincenzo,” she moaned repeatedly as my fingers twisted deeper and deeper into the softness between her thighs. She was dripping wet already.“Call my name,” I said, making throbbing movements. “Who's your daddy?”“You,” she cried out, her hips twisting.This was her reward for being a good girl.I had her arched over the desk, my favourite position of hers. Her back was bare except for strands of her hair which escaped my palm. I tightened my grip on her hair and dug deeper as her arch became deeper. She was ready. I pushed my finger into her mouth and she licked it completely. I slapped her ass gently.“Good bitch.”I drove in with strokes that were punishing. She moaned even more loudly. It was almost like an act. I knew she was desperate to prove that she was the best I'd ever had. But she wasn't. So I punished her with my thrusts. Harder. Harsher. Her fingers wrapped around the edge of the table, gripping it hard.She kept calling my name. It wasn't a cry for mercy. She wanted m

I looked at the samples the maid had collected. One from Bethany and the other from Catrina. She held a third one, which was from Julian.“I'm supposed to give these to Antonio Russo,”she said. “I got samples from Catrina like you asked.”I looked at all three. The plan was to ruin the test. I was afraid that the paternity test would be positive and I would lose Julian for good so I wanted to swap Bethany's hair with Catrina's. That way, I was sure the test would come out negative.But as I stared at all three, I was a bit confused. They had all mixed up suddenly in my eyes.“This belongs to Julian, right? “ I asked, lifting one sample.She nodded.I picked another. “Catrina?”She agreed.We were in the barn and we heard the scream. The nanny became agitated and dropped the bags containing the sample.“That was Catrina,” she said, picking them up. “I have to go now.”She grabbed the two samples we had agreed on and sprinted away. I heard the shout again and I wondered what could be h

I lit my cigarette and leaned against the chair. “I wouldn't go so low, sweetheart,” I said, pressing the phone against my ear.Maybe I could.“How did you know she was missing? Please, if you have my daughter, give her back. I don't owe you anymore, Vincenzo.”I swung the chair slowly. “I have ears around, piccola. I know everything. So do you want my help?”“I don't want anything to do with you.”“You don't really mean that, huh? Come to the house. Alone. Let's talk. Tomorrow.”“Please, Vincenzo. She's all I have.”I dropped the call.Then I waited.It felt like forever waiting for her to walk back into my mansion and when the time finally arrived, I stood by the window watching her pull up in the courtyard. She looked just like she had the first time I had set eyes on her. And barely one week after Julian St Clair had taken her, she was back. A smirk spread on my face.I opened the door. The staff were gone. There was no one in the house, except me. And her.“You look good, picco

If my calculation was correct, this new lady, Catrina Lombardi, was going to cause more trouble than I'd imagined.She wasn't really Maria. She was Maria's twin, the baby whose place I had taken. I ran my fingers through my hair. I needed a game plan that wouldn't expose me. There hadn't really been bold confrontations to my legitimacy. But I knew I had grown up as an object of curiosity. I was different and sickly.Maria, my twin, was the spitting image of our father. Same hair, same colour of eyes. But I looked different.my hair was pale, a colour neither of my parents had. My eyes were brown, contrasting with the blue eyes which was my family's heritage.i was often bullied in school. No one said it at hone but I knew they whispered. The mauda laughed when they combed my hair. The butler attended to Maria more carefully. I saw the difference, slight as they were.“You look like a great great great great grandfather of mine,” mum would tease when she prepared me for school. But I k