All Chapters of Entangled in the TWINS' WEB. : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Eva stood before the office manager at Wadsleys Jewels, her arms crossed across her chest. There was no speck of hesitation within her voice. She had made up her mind; she was not going to share space with Ava any longer. The office manager was an older man, with greying hair and adjusted glasses. "Are you sure, Miss Wadsley? I thought you and Ava were getting on all right with the shared office? And is your father aware of this?” Eva snorted, not quite hiding her irritation. "It's not about working well together. I want my office near the design team. That makes sense for my role. And frankly." she glanced toward Ava, who stood a few feet away, pretending to scroll through her phone, "I'd rather have my space. And dad wouldn't mind.” Ava finally looked up, meeting Eva’s gaze with an expression that was unreadable. Then, she gave a small shrug. "I don’t mind either." The manager seemed to hesitate, looking between them. But when Ava didn’t object, he nodded. "I’ll inform the chair

It wasn't late into the night, but Victor Darlington sat in his darkened study as if he had conquered the day. His fingers tapped rhythmically against the varnished mahogany desk, the echo soft in the room. A glass of scotch was next to him, the amber liquid catching the oncoming glow of the small desk lamp.Richard Wadsley and Henry Darlington had been the best of companions for decades. Their empires blossomed when the partnership did-thrived on a bond rooted in trust and loyalty. But then again, loyalty was just an illusion-so easily shredded to pieces when handled with just the right type of manipulation.Victor just had it.A month ago, he had triggered a business disaster that would wedge the two men apart forever: several misplaced emails, a few confidential documents leaked at precisely the right moment, and well-placed rumors. Now, their friendship lay in tatters.Richard felt Henry pulled out of a huge deal at the last minute, having stabbed him in the back, while Henry was

Norman sat back in his chair, his fingers drumming out a beat on the surface of his desk. A pair of incisive eyes, looking fixedly interested in what was across the screen-presented figure now sitting at an office desk, Shawn Darlington flipping documents, oblivious that some invisible pair of eyes that followed his each and every movement.He had but to sit and listen-the rustling of papers, the periodic sigh, the clink of a glass as Shawn reached for whiskey. He heard every conversation, every call, every business decision that was made.And Shawn suspected nothing.His father, Victor Darlington stood beside him, arms crossed, eyes narrowed in thought. "How much have you gathered so far?”Norman smiled, tapping his temple. "Enough to bury him when the time is right. Every deal, every strategy, every weakness is ours now."Victor let out a low husky laugh. "Excellent. Already, we turned Richard Wadsley and Henry Darlington against each other. That was step one. Step two: when we do

"You're not going to believe what I just found out."Sam slipped into the chair opposite Ava in the seclusion of the corner of the café and said, in her low, piercing voice, whipping off her sunglasses. Her eyes blazed bright; inside their sheen, excitement twisted.Ava had not lifted her gaze from the cappuccino, in front of her, and gently turning the liquid round in the top of the coffee in a giddying sweep of her eyes.She breathed deep. "This had better be good, Samantha. You sounded so urgent, and i had to leave everything behind and rush here.."Samantha smirks and fiddles with her coat for a second before leaning in to speak. She speaks just loud enough to be above a whisper. “It's about Eva.” Ava's hand freezes mid-stir. Her heart is kicking against her ribs. "What about her?"Samantha watched Ava's reaction with her head cocked to one side, like a cat in a trap waiting for the mouse. "I saw her today," she said, her voice drawing out the sentence for maximum effect. "At a h

“What the hell is this?" Richard Wadsley muttered under his breath for the third time and started scrutinizing the papers on his desk. The figures would just not make sense. Somewhere, it was missing something huge.He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. It wasn't any ordinary miscalculation. There was a screw-up with the money-a hole somewhere-and he couldn't find it. A cold creeping in his stomach started to churn as his gut felt told him this wasn't an accident. Somebody was playing a game with him, and he didn't like that one bit."Richard?”His wife, Eleanor, came into the study, furrowing her brow. She had watched him for roughly an hour as, with every passing second, his face darkened, his fingers drumming anxious rhythms on the table."What's wrong?" she asked as she drew closer.He snorted loudly. "I just don't know yet. Something from these reports simply isn't quite adding up properly."Eleanor laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Perhaps it's just some tiny