All Chapters of The Billionaire's Forbidden Entanglement: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

SCARLETTI groan and turn to my side as sounds from my back sliding door awaken me. It sounds like a knock, so I open my eyes, but my eyelids are too heavy, and I try to fall back asleep, convincing myself it is a small animal.However, the noise persists, becoming increasingly louder. Eventually, my eyes open and I sit up in bed, turning on my bedside lamp. I realize someone is knocking, and my heart lurches to my throat, my voice trembling as I call out, asking who it is. The response is muffled, but there’s no mistaking the voice. I would know it anywhere. I leap out of bed, taking long strides toward the door, and as I rip it open, there stands Reed.He is disheveled and swaying as he stands, and before I can say anything, he wraps me in a hug. I hold him back tightly as he sobs, tears choking his voice as he apologizes. "It's okay," I repeat, trying to soothe him as he breaks down in my arms, saying he didn't mean the things he said to me, and that he loves me and cannot live wi

SCARLETTReed’s eyes widen at my revelation. "What?" he whispers, his expression becoming indescribable as he looks down at my stomach and then up at me, and tears well up in my eyes, my heartbeat quickening. I reiterate that I'm pregnant, and he lets go of me, running a hand through his hair. Panic grips my heart, and I blurt out that I am sorry and did not intend for it to happen. "I was on the pill, and I am not sure how this happened." But before I can finish, Reed pulls me into a tight hug.As I hold him back, my tears fall freely, with only my sniffling breaking the silence. After what seems like an eternity, he pulls back and pecks my forehead, and I can feel myself shaking from the stress of telling him about the baby."You are trembling," he says quietly, cupping my face and looking into my eyes, and I admit I am scared. He leans in, gently connecting our lips while still cupping my face.“Don’t be. It's going to be okay; we'll figure it out together." He says and pulls me i

SCARLETTI nod cheerfully when Reed asks if I am ready. "Yes, I am," I reply, and we both leave. Our morning started with a light nap to shake off the jet lag, and now we’re eager to explore. But first, lunch. Outside, our driver—who doubles as our guide—is waiting for us. Later, Reed's grandfather is expected to join us. He needed to attend to a few matters first. Reed opens the door for me. “Thank you,” I say, slipping into the backseat. We are driven to Kronenhalle, Reed's grandfather's favorite eatery. We arrive and head inside. The place is charming, with art-covered walls and an old-world vibe. We settle into our seats, and I can’t help but feel a little special to be here. The menu is filled with Swiss specialties, and we decide to try a bit of everything.The rösti is crispy and golden, and the Zürcher Geschnetzeltes, veal in a creamy white wine sauce, is delicious. Reed and I share bites and laughs while the conversation continues. His excitement for the city is contagiou

SCARLETT Mr. Sterling narrates a chilling story, his voice laced with emotion as he describes waking up in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by people who intended to harvest his organs. His voice falters at times, and he turns to William for assistance with the details he cannot recall. William steps in, filling the gaps, his own voice heavy with the weight of the ordeal. But as Mr. Sterling speaks, it becomes clear he’s not well. He is pale, his hands tremble slightly, and his words occasionally sound strained. He admits he doesn’t know how he survived the shooting or where the organ harvesters found him. All he knows is that he woke up with William, who risked everything to help him escape. The specifics blur together, but it’s clear how traumatic the experience was. However, those details don’t matter much right now. What matters is that he's here. He's alive. His gaze lingers on Reed, and he smiles emotionally every time their eyes meet. Reed, overwhelmed, can only smile back t

SCARLETTI walk out of the room, stretching, and bump into Mrs. Sterling in the hallway, coming from the guest room. She smiles and asks how I slept, and I tell her that I slept well even though I did not get much sleep. We went to bed in the early hours of the morning, and Reed and his brothers were quite drunk by then. I smile when I think about them. I am happy for them, and it is still surreal that Mr. Sterling is back. Mrs. Sterling says she’s heading to the kitchen to make breakfast, and it’s the first time I hear her mention cooking. I smile at her, and she blushes, trying not to show that she's blushing, as she invites me to join her, which I do, wondering if Reed is still sleeping. He and his brothers went to sleep with their father, which is why Mrs. Sterling is coming out of the guest room. As if she can read my mind, she confirms that she just checked on them, and they are all still sleeping, so I happily join her downstairs. When we enter the kitchen, we find my mom i