All Chapters of The Billionaire's Forbidden Entanglement: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

SCARLETT Mrs. Sterling's eyes are filled with disbelief as she reads the email on her iPad, and my attempts to explain Emre's involvement and the events of the night only serve to heighten her shock. “Why didn’t you tell me this? Who is the person they are referring to, and what the hell happened?" Her tone rises, and I can tell it is not anger, but rather worry, shock, and fear of what nearly happened, but a lump forms in my throat as I anticipate the impending storm that will accompany my explanation. "Emre is the guy who went to pick us up at the airport." Tears threaten to fall from my eyes as I explain who Emre is before going on to explain how we ended up at the club with him and his cousins, and Mrs. Sterling's reaction is explosive. She questions how we could act so recklessly, explaining that the agents were there for a reason before asking why I did not call her and inform her of our decision. As she asks if I have ever seen her ditch the agent when we go together, I sha

SCARLETT My eyes open, and a low groan escapes my lips as I search for my phone. It’s a struggle to lift my heavy eyelids, and when I finally manage, I’m greeted by the sight of swollen, red eyes in the dim light. Sitting up, I realize my nose is congested, a clear aftermath of the relentless crying that seemed to have no end. The painkillers I took must have knocked me out, providing a temporary escape from the overwhelming emotions.Mrs. Sterling left me in emotional disarray. My mother's words echoed in my mind with painful clarity, warnings I chose to ignore. She predicted this outcome, knowing Reed's parents would never accept someone like me into their family. Now, the harsh reality forces me to confront the heartbreak I am obligated to inflict. Breaking up with Reed feels like shattering my soul.Tears threaten to resurface, but I steel myself against the overwhelming emotions. I cannot afford to let them consume me again, especially now. The internal struggle intensifies as

SCARLETT My eyes open to the sound of knocking. The room is still a little dark, but I can tell it’s morning, especially since I was up well past 2 a.m. The knocking gets louder, and I frown, checking the time to see that it’s 4:50 a.m. Could it be my mother? Maybe Lexi’s mother told her I came here? I ended up leaving Lexi’s place around 10 p.m. last night. I realized I wanted to be alone, so I came here to my mother’s house. Even though my mother stays at the Sterling residence, she has her own house in the same neighborhood as Lexi’s place. It’s nothing fancy like the Sterling House. It’s just a small-town house, not my mother’s dream house. Because nobody lives in it, Mom leases it out every three years and makes nice money from it. The house came with a back cottage and mom decided not to rent it out along with the house in case something was to happen and she would find herself needing to come back to her place. She could stay there until the lease ends. It’s small and an o

SCARLETT “Where have you guys been?” Ollie asks Lexi and me as we enter the café. Lexi replies, saying we are coming from the nurse. She asks what’s wrong and Lexi says it’s more like what’s right, giving me a knowing smile and confusing the hell out of Ollie as we settle down. “I wanted to get on the pill." I put her out of her misery and she responds with an “Aha!” before a smirk creases her facial features. “So, I take it last night or this morning rather was wild,” she says, causing me to slap her on the arm, looking away in embarrassment, and as if that’s not enough, Lexi jumps in, saying there’s a limp in my step, horrifying me. “No, there’s not!” I exclaim, finally looking at them and Lexi says there is, but I mustn’t worry; it’s not noticeable. It’s true, my coochie is tender. I was still sore after the first time. But I don’t want people looking at me that way, especially after that display Reed made this morning. I’m still getting googly eyes from people I think may have

SCARLETT “Are you okay?” I ask Mom as she enters with a frown and she quickly fixes her face, saying she is before adding that the person she went to meet with didn’t show up.“How rude. Who was it?” I ask, but she says no one really important to be wasting more of her time on. She throws her purse on the sofa, asking me what I feel like, and I place my phone down, getting to my feet as I reply, “How about my favorite lamb dish?"She knows what it is, and she smiles, asking if I’m going to help. Of course, I am. I don’t really know much about cooking since I kind of grew up in the Sterling House and no one but the chefs cook there, but whenever I spend time with my mom, I help with what I can.So, while she takes out the lamb shoulder and starts peeling the potatoes, I grab a small bowl and start mixing the minced garlic and all the other ingredients I need to form the paste.This is the only recipe I almost know off the top of my head because it’s my favorite comfort food. Mom went