All Chapters of Entwined With You : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

“Do you, Eric Keaton, take Mayari Cruz to be your lawful wedded wife and live together forever in the estate of holy matrimony? Do you promise to love, comfort, honor, and keep her, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for better or for worse, as long as you both shall live?” the priest’s voice echoed through the sunlit chapel, solemn and warm.Beep—beep… beep—beep… beep—beep.Eric turned to her with a small smile. “Do you have your phone with you or something?” he asked, ignoring the priest entirely.Maya blinked. Sneak her smartphone into her beautiful, sleeveless, heart-shaped lace gown? What would she even need it for?The alarm blared again, shrill and insistent, yanking her from the dream. The chapel dissolved. Eric’s smile vanished. All that remained was the relentless beeping echoing in her bedroom.“Eric! Eric!” she screamed, desperation rising in her chest, fingers twitching as though she could grasp him through the remnants of the dream. But he wasn’t there. The

The conversation at breakfast this morning had left Alessandro irritated all day as he stepped into the soft golden glow of The Golden Glass. Business, charm, reputation—everything he was trained to be waited for him. And Sienna Hudson, blissfully unaware, was just another opportunity.In Sienna Hudson’s opinion, when opportunity came knocking dressed in a designer suit, worth five hundred billion euros, and bearing the name Alessandro Guidotti, there was only one sensible thing to do — grab it with both hands and never let go.Alessandro Guidotti was the man the tabloids could never get enough of — the billionaire whose name was synonymous with charm, danger, and decadence. The man who arrived at every gala with a different beauty on his arm: a model one month, an actress the next, and occasionally an heiress for variety.He was the sort of man who could close a deal with a single smirk or make a woman forget her name with just one look. Every photograph of him looked like an ad for

The steady beep of the heart monitor was the only sound breaking through the haze. Alessandro’s eyes fluttered open to a blur of white ceilings and antiseptic air. His chest burned where the bullets had torn through him, and for a moment, he wondered if this was purgatory — the sterile stillness, the dull hum of machines, the faint ache of being alive.He hated hospitals. The smell of them, the way time seemed to stand still inside their walls. But he was alive — barely — and that fact alone irritated him.He turned his head slightly—and blinked. His mother was sitting on the sofa. For a second, Alessandro simply stared, his mind slow to process what his eyes were seeing. Sarah Guidotti sat with perfect composure, one leg crossed over the other, a glossy magazine resting in her hands as if she had been there for hours and the world outside the room did not exist.He wondered, briefly and seriously, if he was hallucinating. Nearly dying did strange things to the brain. Perhaps this w

Maya’s pen moved steadily across the page, the faint scratching sound blending with the low hum of voices drifting through the teachers’ office. It was midday, and while some teachers were still scattered around the room, many had already stepped out for lunch or were making their way toward the cafeteria. The space felt quieter than usual, leaving Maya with just enough calm to focus on the papers spread across her desk. She barely noticed when a familiar pair of footsteps approached until a voice broke through her concentration.“Hey babe, what are you doing?” Maddie asked as she stopped beside her desk.Maya didn’t look up immediately. Her eyes were still scanning the notes she’d written about several students, especially one name that had practically become the bane of her professional existence.“Getting myself prepared for the parents-teacher meeting tomorrow,” she replied, flipping a page and underlining something. “I want to avoid being called out by Sean Pfeiffer’s dad again.

Thinking back on it now, Maya could still remember how uncomfortable she had felt that night. The room had been filled with sharply dressed men and women who carried themselves with the kind of confidence that came from wealth and influence. Everyone seemed to know exactly what they were talking about—stocks, deals, politics, industries Maya had no connection to. She had stood beside Eric most of the evening, smiling politely and nodding when people spoke, but inside she had felt painfully out of place.Like someone who had accidentally wandered into the wrong world. Across the table, Maddie looked like Maya had just described the most exciting experience imaginable.“I would have loved it,” Maddie said thoughtfully while spearing a piece of lettuce with her fork. “Being in the same room as the elite men and women who literally run this country.”Maya scrunched up her nose as she scooped up some rice. “Yeah,” she said dryly. “Parties like that are your scene.”Maddie thrived in socia