All Chapters of Entangled With The Vicious Billionaire : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

POLLENI was totally buried in my video call with my writing critique, analysing my work and offering valuable insights. When Natasha barged into my room, her rude carriage startled me."Get out, Pollen. I need to use this room." She demanded, her voice dripping with entitlement.I smiled at my critique, asking for a moment, and muted the call. "I'm in my own room, Natasha. If you need to use it, please ask nicely and tell me what you need it for." I said.Natasha's face was distorted in anger, her eyes flashing with irritation. "You seem to have forgotten your place. Who do you think you are, talking to me like that?" She sneered, taking a step closer.I stood my ground, trying to appear saner than I was. "I'm simply asking you to respect my space, Natasha. I'm in the middle of an important call."“Do I look like I care about your flimsy video call? Get out this instant!”“What if I refuse?”Natasha's face contorted even more as her anger heightened when I said that. She charged tow

MARKI walked downstairs, my footsteps resounding through the grand staircase of our mansion. The crystal chandelier above me illuminated the light, casting a kaleidoscope of colours on the marble floor. I passed by the sweeping staircase, adorned with intricate carvings, and made my way to the living room.My mom sat on the plush sofa, immersed in her phone, surrounded by the palatial decor of our luxurious home. The walls were painted a warm beige, complemented by the rich wood tones of the furniture and the vibrant colours of the artwork. The floor-to-ceiling windows allowed natural light to pour in, illuminating the space.I approached her, my mind preoccupied with the conversation I wanted to have. "Mum, can we talk?" I asked, trying to get her attention.She barely looked up, her eyes scanning the pages of the magazine. "What is it, Mark?" she replied distractedly.I took a deep breath, trying to choose my words carefully. "I want Emilia to move in with us. I don't trust her eno

Pollen’s POV“Are you in love with Raymond?” Mia’s words hit me like a sledgehammer to the heart.Am I in love with that asshole? I asked myself.“Ewww! No. Who in their right senses will love such an arrogant, inconsistent, annoying, conceited and insensitive human? Definitely not me” I objected strongly.“Ummm— you sound like you do” Laura, my little sister, made a face and smiled at Mia.“Yes. I totally agree with her” Mia nodded repeatedly.“No, I’m not” “Then why are you worried he asked you to leave his house?” Mia raised an eyebrow.“I am carrying his child, remember?”“And?” Laura shoved a Dorito in her mouth.“And my baby needs his father,” I emphasized. “He only asked you to leave, he never said he was cutting you off. It’s just your presence he doesn’t want around him” Mia explained in detail.“Even at that—” I was about to start whining again when their menacing gaze shut me up.“But from another perspective, don’t you think Raymond is in love with her too?” I unconscio

Natasha’s POVIt’s been days since my plan went through and the pauper got kicked out of the house, but why hasn’t anything changed? I am still starved of Raymond’s attention and the maids have suddenly lost enthusiasm for their jobs. They go about taking my orders like robots, with no ounce of emotion when I call them derogatory names nor any fear when I threaten to fire them.To make matters worse, Raymond always comes home late. He is either too stressed to keep me company or too busy with some work he brought from the office. “I wonder when he will be returning today” I said to myself and took a quick glance at the pink gold Cartier watch around my wrist.I got on my feet when I heard the sound of the door passcode being punched in. He was back. Before I made it to the door, Alex pulled in with a drunken Raymond.“Hi” Alex said and proceeded with Raymond upstairs.“Hi” I managed to mutter as I stared at the unbelievable sight before me.Did my supposed fiancée drink to stupor

Eric’s POVThe conference room buzzed with words like ‘Kirk’ and ‘Smith Larson’. It was so bad that my head began to ache.Kirk is a company owned by some thug turned wanna-be fashion brand. And out of all the fashion brands in the US, Kirk chose my company to be its core rival. If he wasn’t some desperate man with a bad reputation, maybe I would have found that to be an honor, but what business do I have with a guy who does and gets everything he wants the wrong and illegal way?Just last week, he spread fake rumors of me being in a relationship, good thing no one figured who Pollen really is else it would have been messier than it got. Now he is giving Smith Larson an impossible offer just so he can lay his hands on a contract worth billions of dollars. I have tried to look away, but the money involved and the fact that Larson is a good man who didn’t deserve to waste such an amount of money is making it hard to overlook.It’s more unsettling to know that Kirk knows who Pollen is,