All Chapters of Entwined With You : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chapter Eleven

Alessandro heard none of it—or rather, he chose not to acknowledge it. His expression remained unreadable. His steps steady. He ignored the looks. Ignored the silence. Because his mind was already several steps ahead.Someone was trying to steal from him.And if there was one thing Alessandro Guidotti did not tolerate— It was theft.As he crossed the lobby, the security team immediately moved aside. The elevator opened before he even reached it. Inside, the ride to the executive floor felt shorter than usual.When the doors opened again, his secretary Claudia Rinaldi, was already waiting. Her eyes widened slightly when she saw him.“You shouldn’t be here yet,” she said carefully.“I’m here,” Alessandro replied flatly. "To work." That was all the explanation he gave.“Is everyone here?” he asked.“Yes. They’re assembling in the boardroom now.”“Good.”Because Alessandro had already seen enough numbers in those reports to know something was wrong.And he intended to find out exactly wh

Chapter Twelve

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

Chapter Thirteen

Alessandro had barely settled behind his desk after another grueling meeting two hours later when the vibration of his phone broke the quiet of his office. The sound seemed louder than usual in the stillness, echoing faintly against the glass walls and polished floors.For a moment, he considered ignoring it. God knew he had enough problems to deal with already. But the moment he pulled the phone from his pocket and saw the name flashing across the screen, the thought died immediately.Giovanni Guidotti.Alessandro exhaled slowly through his nose, his jaw tightening.“Think of the devil and he calls,” he muttered under his breath.There was no avoiding it. There never was.He accepted the call and placed the phone on speaker, setting it on the glass surface of his desk. The office fell back into silence, thick and tense.Neither of them spoke.Alessandro leaned back in his chair slightly, staring at the ceiling for a moment before lowering his gaze to the phone. He knew this tactic we

Chapter Fourteen

“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

Chapter Fifteen

“Awesome.” The word came out as a frustrated mutter as Maya stared into the open refrigerator.For a moment she simply stood there, hoping she had somehow missed something—some hidden carton tucked behind the leftovers or wedged into a corner.But the truth was painfully obvious. There was no milk. She let out a long sigh and slammed the fridge door shut before leaning back against it.The dull thud echoed softly in the quiet apartment. Maya dragged a hand through her hair, closing her eyes briefly.Of course. Of course this would happen today.Because she had been so sure she was moving into Eric’s condo this week, she hadn’t bothered restocking her groceries. Since Monday she’d been living almost entirely on takeout—noodles, sandwiches, whatever she could grab quickly after work.Now the result of that decision was staring her right in the face. An almost empty kitchen. She was out of milk. Out of eggs. Out of bread. Out of almost everything. And suddenly the weight of it all presse

Chapter Sixteen

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

Chapter Seventeen

By the time her class ended and she was returning to the office, Maya felt somewhat steadier—at least on the surface. Routine had always been her anchor, and she clung to it as she walked down the corridor that morning.Then she heard it. A soft, giddy laugh—light, unguarded, almost childish.Maya smiled instantly. Maddie.Recognizing the voice, she slowed her steps, a playful idea forming in her mind. Sneaking up on Maddie had become their little ritual, a harmless game that always ended in laughter and mock complaints.She was just about to round the corner and scare her when Maddie’s voice drifted clearly through the hallway—“Eric.”Maya froze.The name didn’t just stop her—it hit her, sharp and sudden, like a slap she hadn’t seen coming.For a second, her brain refused to process it.No. That’s… that’s not possible. Eric was a common name. There had to be thousands of men named Eric. It meant nothing.And yet, her heart didn’t get the memo. It began to race, fast and uneven, a co

Chapter Eighteen

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…

Chapter Nineteen

The urge to scream clawed its way up Alessandro’s throat, tightening it until breathing became a struggle. For a moment, he genuinely thought he might choke on it—on everything he wanted to say but couldn’t.His chest rose and fell unevenly, each breath shallow, restricted… like the air itself had turned against him. It was Saturday. He wasn’t supposed to be here.And yet, the second Giovanni called, he had come running—like he always did. Like he always would.Now he stood there in a perfectly tailored three-piece suit that suddenly felt like a punishment rather than power. The fabric clung to him, suffocating, the tie a vice around his neck.Get it off.His hands moved before the thought fully formed. He yanked the tie loose, fingers fumbling in urgency, then shrugged out of his jacket and waistcoat, letting them fall carelessly to the ground. He loosened three buttons of his shirt, dragging in a breath that still didn’t feel like enough. Still not enough.His vision blurred slight

Chapter Twenty

“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

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