All Chapters of TANGLED BETWEEN BROTHERS : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Third Person POVThat nightLiam had barely stepped into the living room when he noticed his mother, it seemed like she was waiting for him.Marianna Ryder sat comfortably on the sofa, a tablet resting on her lap, a glass of wine in her hand. She looked calm. She didn’t look up immediately. “Finally,” she said after a moment, her voice smooth. “You decided to come home.”Liam didn’t respond.He walked past her, loosening his collar, his mind clearly somewhere else.“Liam,” she called again, this time firmer. “We need to talk. I'm sorry about earlier,I realized that I have been involving myself in your life too much.”He stopped.Slowly, he turned to look at her. “What do you want?”Marianna lifted her gaze, studying his face carefully. “I don't like the way we are acting like strangers, you are my son and I'm your mother.”“If you don't have anything better to say, excuse me.” He was about to leave again.“You don’t look well.” She pointed out.“I’m fine,” he replied shortly.“No,” s

Adrian’s POV I left work early in the morning.I stood by the window of my office, one hand in my pocket, while the other hand was holding a file I hadn’t looked at in the past five minutes.Ethan sat across the table, flipping through documents, focused as always.“Say it,” I muttered.He didn’t look up. “Say what?”“You’ve been flipping pages for the past two minutes.”He finally lifted his head, unimpressed. “And you’ve been looking out that window like it owes you answers.”I exhaled lightly and walked back to the table, dropping the file in front of him.“Anything new?” I asked.Ethan tapped the paper. “We’ve got enough to raise questions… not enough to win anything.”I pulled out a chair and sat down. “Mr. Hargreaves?”Ethan nodded. “Financial inconsistencies. A few deals that don’t make sense. And some names that keep showing up around him.”I leaned back slightly. “Connections?”“Possibly,” he said. “But nothing direct. Not yet.”I rubbed my jaw, thinking.“That’s the problem

Nicole’s POV My heart was still racing even after Liam drove off.I slowly stepped out from behind Frank.For a moment, I just stood there, staring at him.He looked completely calm, like he hadn’t just punched someone in the face a few seconds ago.“Frank…” my voice came out softer than I expected.He didn’t look at me immediately. Instead, he wiped the small trace of blood from his knuckles with the edge of his sleeve, like it was nothing.“Are you sure that you're okay?” he asked again, this time his tone was casual.I blinked.I looked down at my wrist. It still stung where Liam had grabbed me. I rubbed it gently before nodding. “Yeah… I think so.”A small silence settled between us.Then I let out a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding. “Thank you.”This time, he looked at me.His eyes scanned my face like he was checking for something I couldn’t see.“You didn’t have to do that,” I added, my voice quieter now.He shrugged lightly. “He crossed a line.”Something about the

Third Person POV Leo King leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled, eyes sharp as he stared across the polished desk at Frank.“I want everything on Liam,” he said firmly, voice low but commanding. “Every little detail. And a paternity test—make sure there’s no doubt.”Frank’s brow furrowed. “Why the sudden interest? You’ve never cared about them before.”“I don't trust Marianna.” “What does she have to do with you getting Liam paternity test?”Leo sighed deeply. “Before I became who I am today, I was a driver and I ran the street. That was how I met Marianna. She was nobody, she lived in the slums.”He paused then continued. “She and her family barely had enough to eat. But still, I fell in love with her, we dated and even planned to get married. I made enough money, we relocated to this part of the city, she started working at a shop and that was how things changed.”“We hardly talk, I did all the visiting. Then, one day, she came to me and told me that she has an idea on how we

Third Person POV Zara pushed open the door to Ethan’s apartment, stepping inside with a little hesitation. The familiar smell of coffee and faint scent of his cologne greeted her, making her pause for just a second. Ethan looked up from the couch where he had been arranging some papers, a faint smile softening his usually serious face.“Zara,” he said, standing quickly. “You’re early.”She shrugged, kicking off her shoes and letting out a soft laugh. “I didn’t want to wait too long. Plus… I was already missing you.”Ethan raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment. Instead, he gestured toward the couch. “Sit. I’ll get us some drinks.”She perched on the edge of the couch, watching him move around the kitchen. When he returned with two glasses of juice, she took one and gave him a small smile. “Thanks.”They sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments, sipping their drinks. Finally, Zara tilted her head, curiosity lighting her eyes. “So… tell me about your parents. You never really ta