All Chapters of The Billionaire Is Entangled: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I couldn't breathe. I was sitting on the library floor, clutching the letter in one hand and my phone in the other.My heart was beating loudly. The room was filled with its thunderous sounds. The envelope was lying open on the floor by my feet.The papers were lying on the wood floor.They weren't even worth touching.I couldn't bring myself to pick them up.To look at them.My father...No.No.No.This couldn't happen.This couldn't be possible.I pressed my palm against my chest in an attempt to regulate my breathing, but with each breath the sound of my breath became louder.The world was spinning around me.Not because of the tears.Because of the panic attack.I looked down at my phone. Only one person mattered now.Only one.My thumb found Damien's name in the contact list on my phone.Call.Ring once.Ring twice.He answered immediately. "Serena?"The sound of his voice tore me apart.I tried to speak, but all that came out was a breath."Serena?" His voice changed.Sharpened

Serena’s POV“Your stepmother is involved too and she’s still not the boss.”I know he wouldn't say that unless he was sure of what he was saying.Damien wasn’t one to dwell in uncertainty. But what did he mean by Albert is not working alone and he’s not the boss?Who then is the boss?I thought I already had everything figured out."Tell me straight. Don't sugarcoat it," I said.He did.Albert had been in someone’s payroll long before my father's last acquisition; it had taken Damien longer than he initially thought to realize the timeline of the events. Ten years. And there wasn't any natural decline in his business, everything was managed. Certain deals were pushed in wrong directions, certain opportunities weren't offered, and the numbers were twisted in a certain manner in order for Richard Holloway not to get a full picture of what's going on with his finances.Ten years.And he was involved with my stepmother, he was making those evil plans and he was successful because he had

I stared at the file on my desk, leaning back in my chair.Sandra was dead, her secrets with her, and Callie had been adopted into Holloway with acceptance from Richard. That was all there was to it, as far as everyone knew. Sandra and her daughter had become part of the family, and Richard had accepted them without question. If Callie’s father was out there, if the man responsible for Albert’s actions had any connection to the woman, then we just got on the right track.Nate was the first to speak. “We need to know who her father is.”“I know.” I said.“Do you?”I looked at him.He raised his hands. “I’m just saying. Serena might know something.”“She might.”I took out my phone. I disliked the idea of involving Serena in this before I had some answers myself, but if there was anyone who could find the information for us without sifting through years’ worth of paperwork, it was her.“Serena,” I said, pressing the call key. The phone rung twice before she answered.“Damien?”“Are yo

Damien’s POVMy mother walked into the room with the kind of confidence that made people straighten their backs without realizing they were doing it. Her eyes moved from Nate to me, then settled on Serena.They were both on their feet already.My mom wasn’t smiling. She was good with keeping her face stern.“Mom.” I called.“Damien.” She responded.Nate cleared his throat. “Mrs. Price.”“Good evening, Nate.”“Good evening.”Serena was smiling politely. “Good evening, ma’am.”The look in my mother’s eyes lingered on her for another second. “Serena.”It wasn’t warm.Neither was it rude.Still it was enough to feel how the atmosphere changed completely.Nate glanced at both of us. “I’ll give you some privacy.” He started to gather his phone and the documents on the desk. “I’ll be outside.”My mother nodded. “Thank you, Nate.”He left.Serena got her bag. “I should probably go as well.”“No.”She looked at me and our eyes met.“Stay.”She paused.My mother observed the scene without comme

I changed my clothes three times.The first one seemed too fancy.The second one gave me the feeling that I was trying too hard.The third one was the one I was initially meant to wear. After standing in front of the mirror for close to ten minutes, I finally gave in to my torture and agreed.It was a simple black dress that fell just below my knees. Absolutely nothing fancy.Still, I couldn't shake the feeling.I smoothed my hands over the dress and looked at myself once more.I was nervous.Absolutely ridiculous.I was used to sitting across from the investors whose decision could influence the fate of the Sovereign at any given moment. I was used to entering rooms where everyone expected me to fail and managing to leave them standing and proud.Tonight, I was nervous to meet with Damien's parents.And his mother had clearly let me known that she was less than happy with me.Which means she might probably hate me and she had made her decision about me without me even trying to do an