Lahat ng Kabanata ng Entangled with the wrong man : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

~ ISAAC ~I couldn’t believe what had just happened. My mind kept replaying everything in that dingy bar as I drove, the scenes looping like a bad movie reel: the stranger’s arms around her, his possessive grip, the way he looked at me like I was dirt under his shoe. The city’s lights blurred past the windows, streaks of yellow and white against the black night, the hum of the engine vibrating through the steering wheel into my palms.“Shit!” I hit the steering wheel in frustration, my knuckles tight, the impact sending a jolt up my arm.Avery flinched in the passenger seat, her shoulders jumping. “Isaac… calm down.”I’m trying to calm down, but I can’t. The anger boiled in my gut, hot and unrelenting, like acid eating away at me from the inside.I’d tried looking for Druscilla after she stormed out of my car earlier, but the traffic jam had me gridlocked, horns blaring around me like a symphony of impatience. When the light finally flipped green, I gunned it onto the next road, scann

~ Druscilla ~The sharp tang of salty chips hung in the air as Avery crunched down on another handful, her eyes sparkling with that gossip-girl gleam. "You should've seen the way Isaac's eyes almost popped out of their sockets," she said, bits of crumb tumbling onto the table between us.I couldn't help but grin, twirling my straw in the fizzy soda, the ice cubes clinking softly against the glass. "You don't mean it," I replied, leaning in closer, the vinyl booth squeaking under my shift."I swear, I thought they were gonna punch each other right there in the face," Avery went on, her voice bubbling over with thrill, like she'd just witnessed the juiciest showdown in a reality TV episode.I'd hung around after her shift ended at work, dragging her to this cozy little cafe with its worn wooden tables and the hum of the espresso machine in the background. I needed the lowdown on what went down yesterday when I was three sheets to the wind, hammered out of my mind."I didn't expect Isaac

~ Druscilla ~“Uh… yes… I mean, no…” The words tangled on my tongue.“I can tell when someone’s lying,” Lani said with a crooked smile, then turned back to Ivan. “Sorry about that, sir.” She stretched out her hand. “I’m Lani, the nurse sent to treat you. And this is my sister—”“Druscilla,” Ivan finished for her.His gaze slid back to me, slow and deliberate. “How are you, pretty doll?” he asked. “You look sober today.”“I’m fine.” I forced a smile that felt pasted on. “But I should be the one asking… how are you?” My eyes dropped to his hand. The bandage was already soaked through with red.“Oh, this?” He lifted it carelessly. “Just a little accident.”“A little accident and you’re bleeding like that?” My heart lurched.“Are you worried about me, doll?” His lips curved. “Do you like me?”“Uh…” I pressed my lips together, my pulse racing like I’d run up a flight of stairs.“Tell me if you like me,” he murmured, his voice lowering. He leaned in, so close his breath brushed my ear, warm

~ IVANOV ~ I stood beside the bed, watching her sleep as if nothing in the world had changed. But everything had. I had crossed a line I swore I never would. Wanting her had always felt like sin. Touching her felt like damnation. But God… I can’t ignore what I feel for this woman. I can’t resist her. Her chest rises and falls in slow, even waves, that faint little snore slipping out like the softest lullaby in the quiet room. I carried her here myself from the table—scooped her limp body into my arms and brought her straight to my bedroom. Her wild red hair fans across the pillow like fire spilled over white sand. I can’t look away. She’s stunning, all soft curves and flushed skin, still so damn innocent even after what we just did. But that innocence won’t last. Not with me. I’ll make sure of it. My marks bloom dark across her throat—fingerprints and bites I left without holding back. Her naked body lies open and spent, one leg slightly bent, the other straight, completel

~ Druscilla ~The church went stone-cold quiet. The kind of quiet that presses against your eardrums right before everything explodes. On the giant screen behind the altar, the video I’d secretly recorded at Avery’s apartment kept rolling—her moans filling the vaulted space like they owned it. High and breathy and unmistakable.Beads of sweat broke out across Avery’s forehead, shining under the stained-glass light. She looked like she might pass out right there in her champagne-colored bridesmaid dress.“What the hell is this?” somebody yelled from the back pews.“So disgusting,” another voice cut in. “Isaac Kaene? A fornicator? In our church?”“That Avery should be ashamed of herself!” a woman shouted, loud enough for the rafters to hear. “She’s a traitor! A backstabbing bitch!”“She’s pregnant for him!” someone else gasped. “Carrying his baby while standing up here like nothing’s wrong? Abomination!”I felt Isaac’s fingers clamp around my wrist like a vise. “Druscilla, what the fuck