All Chapters of The Entanglent With The Russo Brothers: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

XAVIER'S POVWhen Lana saw me jerking myself off, it was mission complete. I wanted her mind to be filled with thoughts of me jerking while she watched. When she ran after I released and went back to her room, I sat down on my bed and giggled to myself. We belonged to be together, and I was going to do everything for her to see her. No matter the lengths that I had to take to make her realize that she was never going to be over me. Waiting an entire year for her marriage contract with Dax to be through was never a choice. ***Saturday morning. Same old routine. Wake up, go to the gym, come back, and go through my assignments. I was now a few months away from becoming an official doctor. I couldn't wait after all the hard work I had to put in to make sure that I proved my father wrong. "I thought you'd be in your residency by now, Xavier." My father walked into the kitchen and did not even bother to greet me. "You know I don't want to stay there." I poured myself a cup of coffee. I

LANA'S POVNothing could have prepared me for the moment when I walked in on Sasha and Dax. She looked at me with menace in her eyes, and her arms were folded across her chest. And Dax looked a bit relieved when he saw me. I internally sighed and closed the front door behind me and took a step closer to them. I knew that seeing Sasha in the house meant nothing but trouble. She hated me and was going to look for drama where there wasn't. I expected her to react irrationally after realizing that I took Dax from her. "What is she doing here?" I folded my arms and looked at Dax. He quickly came to my side and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "She has refused to leave; I don't know why." He then stood behind me. "Sasha, what are you doing here?" I had to take this with her as woman-to-woman, and it felt amazingly great to know that he was completely done with her. "Why don't you ask that husband of yours?" She scoffed. "Well, if you got nothing to say, Missy, how about you leave this hous

JULY 2022DAX'S POVI knew that Lana and my brother were once lovers. I knew the day I decided to sign the contract with her since I already had people dig up her past and everyone she had been with. I knew that signing the contract with her would not only make things awkward between my brother and I, but I knew that I also wanted her. The thought of them being in the same room together somehow seemed to hurt my feelings more than I thought it would. Even when I realized that what I had done might end up badly someday, my curiosity to be with her for my brother to see felt satisfying. And when I finally had her, I wanted her to myself. I wanted to keep her to myself and never think that she could be with anyone else, but me. She was exactly right for me. She felt made for ONLY me. And I wanted her to profess that only I was allowed to enter her and make love to her. But when she called my brother's name when we were about to make love, it felt like a punch in the gut. I wanted that

LANA'S POV"There's a sex tape of you?"I looked at them in horror, my eyes filling up with tears. "Show us the video, Lana." Dax roared, his eyes burning with anger. They stood up and looked at me expecting me to show them the video. "The video is- is of me and..." I looked at Xavier, "Xavier."They looked at each other. They looked confused at first, and then their countenance changed to anger. I still did not understand why they were acting so strange. They were both mad instead of Dax being the one to burst about the video and curse at me and Xavier. I expected him to even storm out of the room after telling me on my face that the contract deal was off."When was the video taken?" Xavier asked. I swallowed hard. "2 years ago, before you left college." "Tell me you know the sick fuck who sent you that video?" Dax snapped. "Is it leaked?" Xavier asked, going through his cell phone."I think Sasha sent it to me." I confessed, taking out my cell phone to show the video to them.T

LANA'S POV19 YEARS AGO..."Amalah, come down already!" My mother's voice called from the living room. I was still in front of the mirror, fixing my hair. "Coming, mom!" I answered, trying as much as I could to be quick enough. My mother made my hair, but I wanted it to be perfect. I was 5 years old. I loved to see flower decorations in my hair whenever we went out. It reminded me of my grandmother before she passed on. She used to tie her hair up with flower ribbons when she was little. My mother had an album of her pictures when she was my age.Her face was not vividly clear in my mind, but I missed her so much. She was the only person closest to my heart like my mother was. She made me laugh all day. She knew my favourite dish and always made sure that I was fed and full. My father was driving that day when we were going to town. They usually took me with them when they wanted me to get dresses for myself and toys. As usual, I was sitting in the backseat, holding my teddy bear cl