All Chapters of Entangled in his sheet: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I pulled the buttons of my shirt apart and downed the remaining glass of wine. Heck, it was hard saying no to someone as hot as Catrina. I walked over to the portrait of Maria in the corner of the room that had never left the room.“Hey,” I said, smiling and pocketing my hands. I looked at her calm face and quiet eyes that never did justice to the turmoil in her chest. “It’s been six years, babe. I almost thought…. I almost thought you came back to me.” My voice cracked. “Why didn’t you tell me a lot of things? What were you looking for?”“Our child would have been six. I should have been there for you better. I…” I pressed my palm against the wall. “I have so many regrets, Maria. And the only way I can forgive myself is if I find you somehow in all of these.”That was why I could never mess around with Catrina. She wasn’t Maria. And she would never replace her.There was a knock on the door. I ignored it. The door creaked open gently and I looked towards it. It was Veronica.I walke

I found nonna in her room. She was a lot better than when she was in the hospital. An old friend of hers was with her. It was Lady Rosa, a woman I particularly hated.They were laughing and sipping tea. Nonna had her legs wrapped in TED stockings and elevated on a stool. Her grey hair was full, lustrous and let down, a powerful symbol of the St Clair's matriarchs. I stepped into the room, making sure my bandaged wrist was fully visible. “Nonna,” I cried, approaching her. Her eyes fell on my bandaged wrist and she gasped. “What happened to you?”“I was attacked by that witch,” I said, collapsing against her.“What witch?” Lady Rosa repeated, amused. “Does she still believe in fairytales?”Nonna held my arm and inspected it. “Who did this?”“Catrina.”I forced some tears to slip down my eyes and sniffed.“She attacked you? Why?”I glanced at Lady Rosa.“You can talk, mi cara. Rosa knows everything about me.”“I confronted her that she wasn't really Maria. She got angry, pulled my hai

“Why am I feeling dizzy?”My fingers tugged at my tie, loosening it, then tightening it again like that would somehow steady me. The room felt wrong. The lights were too sharp, the walls too close, the air pressing against my skin. Sweat clung to my neck and slid down my spine.“Why do I feel so hot when the air conditioner is working perfectly?”Veronica stood in front of me. Her figure wavered, her face blurring at the edges like a painting left in the rain. I blinked hard, but it didn’t help.“Julian, what’s wrong with you?” she asked softly. “Come, let me help you sit.”Before I could respond, her arm slipped around my waist. My hands landed on her shoulders, weak, barely holding on as she guided me to the chair. The moment I sat down, she didn’t pull away. Instead, she settled onto my lap, her weight sinking in, deliberately.Her fingers slid into my hair, slow and gentle, massaging my scalp. The touch should have calmed me, but my stomach twisted instead. Every instinct scr

Forty percent.The number echoed in my head, heavy and deliberate.Maria never wanted the company shares. She had been too wrapped up in her marriage to Julian, so consumed by playing the perfect wife that it drove Dad furious. He never wanted to hand the company over to me, and her obsession with love only gave him more reason to hesitate.Yet here she is.I replayed the moment more times than I cared to admit the way she said it, calm and measured, like she wasn’t asking for nearly half of everything I’d built while she was gone. No hesitation, no emotion, just certainty.What is she planning?This wasn’t a return I had prepared for.I studied her face as she waited for my answer. Too steady and too sure. And for the first time since she walked back into my life, doubt crept in. Not fear but something sharper.How much does she really know?I smiled. “Consider it all done.”The instant the words left my mouth, something shifted. I felt it was subtle but irreversible. Like a chess

Hello Joyce, try to calm the investors and the media down. I'm on my way right now. Ma, please hurry up, they are all going crazy trying to pull everything down. Her voice came in all urgency.The line went dead.I stared at the phone longer than usual before dropping it at the passenger seat.I haven't properly settled into the work system yet. Everything felt so rushed, forced like I'm being thrown into a deep river without learning how to breathe. What exactly was I supposed to say to them? How do I explain chaos, when I don't even understand myself? The traffic crawled forward inch by inch, engine growled, horns blaring, heat pressing against my skin, my patience was already getting thinned. I exhaled sharply before reaching for the radio. I needed something to drown my thoughts, something to fill the silence, before it swallowed me. My fingers brushed the buttons. The radio came on.Voices cut through the speaker.“There's havoc happening at the De La Fonte group. The heir