All Chapters of Entangled With The Vicious Billionaire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

MARK’S POV “Let me take you home” I offered. “No, thanks” Emily declined, and increased her pace towards the elevator. “It’s pretty late, Emily. I will be restless if I don't take you home” I insisted. “Why don't you leave me the fuck alone, and take her instead!” She yelled. “Her? Who? What are you talking about?” “Mark, I’ve had enough of your disrespect. Just leave me alone” She retorted with disgust. “I honestly don't know what you are talking about” My frustration was growing, but Emily didn't give a hoot. “The lady with your cousin. You said you were going to clean her up and smash her, didn't you?” Her voice had turned from annoyed to accusatory, and jealous. I had to laugh. “You're fucking disgusting, Mark” She hissed and entered the elevator before I could say anything else. I followed her, still laughing. “I can't believe you still have that in your head. I was only joking”. “Whatever” She dismissed, and pressed a button. “Why are you even being jealous? This is u

Raymond’s POV I had just finished from the office when it came to my realization that I was supposed to be meeting up with Little Miss Pollen. "Is she still not taking her calls? " I asked Ken, from where I was comfortably sitting; at the back seat of the car. "No, Sir " I beat my bottom lip and clench my fist. "Take me to her” “Yes, Sir” "Let's see what is so interesting about her life that made her forget our meeting" I mumbled. I swiped through business news while the journey to her place lasted. The soft hum of the car made me look away from my iPad. We were at our destination; it was my second time in the neighborhood, but I was still very much overwhelmed at the unhealthy state of the environment. As I scanned around, I couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment. The houses in the background are small and unimpressive, with one of them painted in a hideous shade of green. The street is lined with power lines that crisscross the sky, adding to the overall sense of d

RAYMOND'S POV As I stepped into the grand hall, I was greeted by a long, rectangular table that stretched out before me. The table, as usual, was attentively set with laptops, papers, and a vase filled with white flowers. It added a touch of elegance to the scene. The chairs around the table were of brown leather material, and neatly arranged. Everyone was already seated, and the presentation had begun not long before I pulled in. I could hear the murmur of conversations and the click of a powerpoint presentation in progress. The attendees were engrossed in the discussion, their faces turned towards me immediately I entered and took my place. The one doing the PowerPoint presentation was no other but the effeminate Jazz. He has been in charge of the design sector since I joined the company. "I think the only thing left is to find befitting faces for the runway display " Jazz said. "What about the models we usually use? " Mark, my cousin, asked. "Good question " Jazz smiled broadl

POLLEN'S POVI scampered around in the room, confused on what to do. I wasn't familiar with the mansion yet, but I was pretty certain that I couldn't stay here. She mustn't meet me here. Just when I was about to reach for the door knob, it twitched open and the door hit me hard on the face." Arrgh!" I cried out, stumbling backwards, rubbing my head forehead."Ouch. Didn't know you were there" She said, looking over her shoulder as she stepped into the hall. "Sorry. I didn't see you." She walked to one side of the wall opposite me so that she was facing me.As I stood up straight again, I looked at her face. Her blonde hair fell over her right eye, and her lips were curled in what seemed like a smile. "It's okay," I said, taking a moment to compose myself." So this is where he chose to hide you" Her ridiculously high shoes made clicking noises against the floor as she walked past me, making sure not to touch my sleeve or anything. I looked so small next to her, with my slightly port

NATASHA'S POV I vibed to the loud and uplifting music blasting from my headphones. My fingers danced around on my keyboard as I drove into the house.One of the security men hoarding the premises rushed to get the door for me. " Welcome Ma'am" He said with a smile plastered onto his face that looked fake. As soon as he opened the door, he stepped back in surprise. " Your mother has been expecting your return" The man said quickly before closing the door behind him. " Is that so?" I inquired with a knowing smile. " Yes Ma'am" He answered as he stood beside me. Without another word I walked into the house . The house was completely dark. The living room was devoid of lights, except for the dim light coming from the kitchen. I wasn't surprised, it was my mother's doing. It fit my mother’s personality perfectly. In the kitchen there wasn't anything out of place. No mess, nothing. Just my mother sitting on one of the kitchen stools with a glass of red wine. " Hey" She said with a