All Chapters of Entangled in the TWINS' WEB. : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"Apologize to the board," her father had said over breakfast, his voice not allowing for argument. "That's the only way to appease them and salvage this mess."Eva sat on the edge of her bed, brushing her hair in a slow rhythm as her mind was consumed with doubt. Her father's words played in her head in an endless echo: Forget Samantha. Focus on the company. As if she could forget Samantha, who held her life on a thin thread. As if he had some kind of plan, he wasn't sharing.There came a knock on the door. "Eva? Your mother packed you lunch. Come and get it before you leave," her father yelled through the door."Coming!" Eva set the brush down and stood, smoothing her skirt before heading downstairs.**********She didn't walk into the office until her nervous system was crispy. It seemed as though every corner she turned, she half anticipated Samantha to jump out from and proclaim another ultimatum or covert threat. But morning dragged on, and nothing happened. Nothing at all.She

Eva steered through the gates, the mansion looming in front of her through the dark. She hadn't told Shawn she was returning tonight, and she wasn't even quite sure what reception she would get. Moonlight glazed the windows with soft luminescence, but all of the lights inside were off.Eva put the car in the park and clutched the wheel as she took a deep breath. "It's all right," she whispered to herself, "he's probably just sleeping. No big deal."She came outside into the cool night, pulling her suitcase along the driveway behind her. Immediately, the stillness enveloped her; night wrapped around her, it seemed, with the heaviness of some unvoiced threat. The sitting room inside was dead quiet; just a dark well of air.She felt her way cautiously, her fingers brushing the wall for the staircase. Her foot had just touched the first step when a sudden sound made her freeze-a ringing phone. Its shrill tone cut through the silence and sent a shiver of alarm.Before she could recover fr

“Didn’t think you’d have the guts to call me out again after last time,” Norman drawled, spinning the basketball lazily in his hands. The faint squeak of his sneakers against the court echoed in the crisp morning air. His smirk deepened as Shawn approached, his expression as sharp and cold as a winter storm.“Let’s just play,” Shawn replied curtly, already rolling up his sleeves.Norman laughed at that taunting, loud sound that grated upon nerves. "Oh, no, no, it is not just about this game, is it? I know that look on your face, you are deep in thought over something."Shawn's jaw was set, snatching the ball back out of Norman's hands. He commenced dribbling sure while his vision went ahead to the hoop. "Start playing or get out my way."Norman laughed but left Shawn his space. For some minutes, they played in strained silence; the only sound that was heard was that of the bouncing rubber and sometimes that of the swishing net. But Norman could never keep quiet for extended periods.“

Eva strode down the hallway of the museum with confidence; her heels lightly echoed off the vacant space. Shawn followed her, the sound of his footsteps quiet on the dimly lit hallway.Eva stepped into a gallery room; Shawn hung back just beyond the doorway, peering in. His blood ran cold as Norman leaned casually against one of the display cases, smirking firmly in place."Right on time," Norman drawled; there was a sharp thread of humour laced in his tone.Eva crossed her arms over herself, an instinctive and protective stance. "Cut the theatrics, Norman. What the hell do you think you're doing?"Shawn strained to hear, his fists clenched at his sides.Norman chuckled. The tone was light, laced with menace. "Isn't it obvious? I want Shawn to know the truth about us. Since you are trying to pretend that night never happened.” "There is no 'us,” Eva snapped in a low, fierce voice. "Whatever happened in the past is over. I'm happily married now. Get over it.”Norman's smirk spread wi

Norman paced the length of his father's study, his mind racing with every step. While opposite him, he could hear his father, Victor Darlington, speaking in a deep and measured voice. “You’ve been quiet lately, Norman. Too quiet.” Victor leaned back in his leather chair, his hands steepled in front of him, his gaze sharp and calculating. “I haven’t heard any reports of a fallout between Ava and Shawn. What's going on?” His mouth stretched taut, stretching out a slight smirk, but the tension in his gaze pulsed straight into them, and Norman couldn't hide this; thus, his father caught it. He came to a stop in his pacing, turned around to his father, his tone casual yet laced with a touch of aggression. “Father, I’ve been working on it. You’ll get your fallout soon enough. I’ve played my big card already.” Norman’s voice dropped, his eyes glinting with something darker. “Shawn and Ava’s marriage is teetering on the edge. Trust me.” Victor's eyes hardened, and he leaned forward in