บททั้งหมดของ Entwined With You : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

The screens in the boardroom now displayed a wall of transaction logs—lines of numbers, dates, and authorization codes stretching seemingly endlessly. Claudia hovered by Alessandro’s side, ready to pull any document he requested. Alessandro’s eyes scanned the entries slowly, absorbing each detail. He didn’t speak immediately. Instead, he watched the room.He noticed small tells.Victor Landry’s fingers drummed nervously against the table. Every time the ledger updated, his eyes flicked to the edge of the screen, as if he feared something would appear he couldn’t control.Helena Duarte, on the other hand, was eerily calm—too calm. Her tablet was angled just slightly away from view, and she kept her lip pressed tight. Someone like her could hide a hundred irregularities without blinking.Matteo Russo, who had always been loud and brash, was unusually quiet. He leaned back in his chair with arms crossed, but Alessandro saw the tension in his shoulders. If a mistake was made in construc

“I’m so sorry, sir.” Claudia’s voice came from behind Helena, tight with embarrassment and a hint of panic. “She barged in before I could stop her.”Alessandro looked past Helena to Claudia for a brief moment, then back at the woman standing in the middle of his office. His expression remained blank, but his eyes lingered on her face, taking in the fury burning there.Helena Duarte was glaring at him as if she wanted to set him on fire with nothing but the force of her hatred. For a fleeting second, Alessandro wondered if it was possible.The look in her eyes certainly suggested it.“It’s okay, Claudia,” he said calmly, pushing himself upright from the sofa where he had been resting. “You can go.” He lifted a hand and waved her away dismissively.Claudia hesitated for a moment. Her eyes flicked toward Helena, and the look she shot her was anything but friendly. Then she turned and walked out of the office, closing the door firmly behind her.The moment the door clicked shut, the air i

After dropping Rod off, Alessandro didn’t bother maintaining appearances anymore. The moment the car pulled away from the curb, he shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it carelessly onto the seat beside him. His tie followed, loosened with a sharp tug before he undid the first two buttons of his shirt, as though even the fabric against his throat had become unbearable.Finally, he leaned back against the leather seat and closed his eyes. For a brief moment, he allowed himself to hope—just a little—that sleep might come. Even a few minutes of silence. Of nothingness.But Alessandro should have known better. Peace never lasted. His phone rang.The sharp vibration against the seat felt louder than it should have, slicing through the quiet like an intrusion. His eyes opened slowly, irritation already settling in before he even reached for it.Then he saw the name on the screen. His jaw tightened.Mother.Of course.Without a second thought, he declined the call and turned the phone face d

Alessandro had always despised meals with his father. It didn’t matter whether it was breakfast, lunch, or dinner—every shared table felt like a slow execution. The air would thicken, the silence would stretch, and beneath it all was that familiar, suffocating pressure, as though an invisible noose had slipped around his neck the moment Giovanni entered the room… tightening with every passing second.And yet, he showed up. Every single time. Because refusing wasn’t an option. Because in Giovanni’s world, absence was defiance—and defiance came with consequences Alessandro had learned long ago never to test.They talked about business. They always talked about business. Numbers, deals, acquisitions—safe territory. Predictable. Controlled.But today, the moment Alessandro finished his report on Helena Duarte, he knew something was off. He felt it in the pause.Felt it in the way Giovanni leaned back, studying him—not as a subordinate, not even as a son, but as something to be assessed…

“Hannah, have you seen Joelle?” Maya asked, already halfway distracted, her eyes scanning the hallway as if the child might magically appear.“Joelle? I saw her waiting out front for someone a few minutes ago,” Hannah replied.“Waiting for someone?” Maya repeated, her brows pulling together instantly.A sharp flicker of alarm shot through her chest. Waiting for who?Before Hannah could say anything else, Maya had already turned, her steps quickening into a run.Joelle didn’t wait for people. Joelle barely spoke to strangers.By the time Maya reached the front entrance, she slowed just enough not to draw attention, stopping by the window. Her breath was still uneven as she looked out— and froze.Joelle stood there. Safe. Talking to a man.Maya’s tension didn’t disappear—it shifted. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she studied the scene, instinct kicking in before reason could catch up. The man stood close enough to Joelle to suggest familiarity, but not so close that it raised immediate a