All Chapters of Entangled with my Ex-husband and His Stepbrother : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Knoxville sat in the VIP room, his eyes fixed on his father, who lay motionless in the hospital bed. The soft beeping of the life support machines and the gentle hiss of oxygen filled the air, a stark contrast to the turmoil of emotions that churned within Knoxville's chest.As he gazed at his father, a mix of anger, sadness, and regret swirled within him. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions, before speaking in a voice that trembled with emotion. "Why haven't you told me all this while?" he asked, his words laced with a deep sense of hurt and betrayal.Knoxville's eyes searched his father's face, seeking answers to the questions that had haunted him for so long. "Why did you make me hate you so much?" he continued, his voice cracking with emotion. "You made my mother misunderstand you, and she hated you till her dying breath."As he spoke, Knoxville's hand reached out, and he gently took his father's hand in his, his touch a poignant contrast to the anger and r

Maxwell POV I stormed out of his office, my anger boiling over like a cauldron about to spill its contents. The hallway seemed to blur around me as I strode through it, my feet pounding the floor in a rhythmic expression of my fury. I burst into my office, slamming the door shut behind me, and made a beeline for my desk.With a snarl, I slammed my fist onto the polished wood, making the pens and papers jump. I yanked open the top two buttons of my shirt, feeling the constriction of my collar easing as I struggled to contain my rage. "What the fuck!" I exploded, my voice echoing off the walls of my office.All my efforts, all my planning, all my convincing of the shareholders – it had all been for nothing. He still had the audacity to tell me he was ready to fight back for Electra. Did he really think I had come this far, sacrificed this much, just to lose to him? The very idea was an affront, a slap in the face that made my anger burn even hotter.I tried to think, but my mind was a

Electra POV As I walked into that company, the aroma of the carefully prepared meal wafted from the container in my hands, filling me with a sense of excitement and nervousness. It had been a while since I'd cooked, and this was the first time I was cooking for Maxwell since we'd agreed to start dating. I couldn't help but think about how far we'd come.Initially, I'd had ulterior motives for getting close to Maxwell. I'd wanted to use him as a distraction, a way to fill the void left by his brother, Knoxville. But as I got to know Maxwell, I realized he was different. He was kind, genuine, and attentive. Despite Knoxville's charming facade, he'd proven to be a cheater, leaving me hurt and vulnerable.But Maxwell had slowly begun to heal those wounds. He'd filled the empty spaces Knoxville had left in my life, and I found myself falling deeply in love with him. I was ready to take our relationship to the next level, to build a life together and fill his life with happiness.As I thou

Electra's car screeched to a halt in the compound, her anger boiling over like a pot left unattended. She slammed the door shut, the sound echoing through the air as she stormed towards the house. Her feet pounded the pavement, her heels clicking out a staccato rhythm that matched the furious beating of her heart.As she approached the door, she jabbed at the keypad with a shaking finger, the password entered with a furious flourish. The door swung open, and she strode inside, her eyes blazing with a fierce inner light.The living room came into view, and Electra's gaze landed on a figure she had never expected to see again. Knoxville. Her anger, already simmering at a rolling boil, threatened to spill over into violence. She could feel her fingers curling into fists, her nails digging into her palms as she struggled to contain her rage."How dare you show your face here?" she spat, her voice low and deadly. "What are you doing here?" she demanded, her fists clenched at her sides.Kno

Knoxville and Electra stood vigilantly by Mr. Rodriguez's bedside, their eyes fixed on the fragile form lying before them. The life support machine beeped steadily, its tubes and wires snaking around Mr. Rodriguez's face and body, a stark reminder of the precariousness of his condition.Knoxville's eyes welled up with tears, but he fought to maintain a strong facade, unwilling to give in to his emotions. Electra, sensing his distress, reached out and took his hand in hers. "He's going to be okay," she said softly, her voice a gentle balm to Knoxville's frazzled nerves.Knoxville's voice cracked as he spoke, his words tumbling out in a desperate plea. "I pray he was, I wished a miracle happened. I used to be a doctor, and I know when it gets to this stage, it's always a 70/30 survival rate, but I still don't want to believe it," he cried, his eyes brimming with tears.Electra's grip on his hand tightened, her voice firm but gentle. "Come on, stop saying that," she urged, as if trying t