All Chapters of Entangled in the TWINS' WEB. : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"You are not going alone," Shawn said firmly, crossing arms over his chest, his voice that unyielding that always unnerved Eva.Eva exhaled sharply and started pacing the living room, trying to find her words. "Shawn, listen to me. This is a Wadsley family dinner, and trust me, you don't want to be there."“Whatever kind of dinner it is, Ava, you've already made it sound like a battlefield; I'm not going to let you go into that lion's den alone." Shawn shot back, annoyance starting to lace his voice."It isn't your fight," Eva replied as she faced him, her tone soft, but it was the imploring in her eyes that proved traitor. "It's my family, Shawn. Whatever goes on, I can handle.”Shawn snorted, his head shaking. "You're not convincing anyone with that. Your hands were shaking just from the phone call of your father last night . You expect me to believe you are going to be okay? ''Eva had stiffened, the knuckles on her hands going white as she clutched the back of a chair. "It doesn'

“Enough for tonight, Richard snapped. Like a whip, his voice sailed across the room, "Dinner is over. Everybody, out."The only silence was held breaths and repressed emotions, the scrape of chair legs on polished floor getting underway in slow motion as family members most reluctantly began getting their belongings. Eva felt frozen in place, though-as her mind was still racing to the words still echoing in her head from the mouth of her father.Ryan's, a petite woman with gentle features and brimming teardrops, stepped forward; desperation oozed from her tone and demeanor. "Richard, please," she began shaking. "Give Ryan a chance to redeem himself. He is still young and he made a terrible mistake, but it can still be fixed.”Richard stood tall, hard at the head of the table-crossing his arms at his chest, cold as granite. "If he really wanted to redeem himself, he would not have cut ties from this family to begin with. Actions have consequences; he's made his choice.” “He's scared,

"Will you just stand there looking stupid all day, Norman?" The voice of Victor Darlington came heavy across the room, cold as steel, as he leaned against a big oak desk, arms across his chest, his eyes boring into his son.Norman winced but did not lose his composure; he leaned backward slightly in the chair. "Father, I have been working on it," he started, really on the defense."Working on it?" Victor snorted, pushing off the desk and pacing. "For months you have been saying you had a plan, and yet what results am I seeing? None. Henry and Shawn still are thriving out there while you fumble about like some amateur."Norman's eyes hardened, and his jaw set. "I almost succeeded, you know," he said with a low, even modulated tone.Victor ceased pacing, his eyes narrowing. "Almost succeeded? You think 'almost' matters in this game, boy? What exactly did you 'almost' do?"Norman fidgeted under Victor's sharp glance, his fingers digging deep into the leather rest of the armchair. "I pass

“How are you doing, cousin. you are looking refreshed. gotta say, you must be really enjoying your success, which you obviously got because of Richard Wadsley.” That voice, so sudden, jerked Shawn from the desk. Standing in the doorway was Norman, hands casually tucked into his pockets, smirking as irritating as ever.Shawn leaned back in his chair while his sharp gaze narrowed. "What are you doing here, Norman? If you're looking for a handout or a pity party, you're wasting your time."Norman sneered, further strutting into the room, obviously used to getting his own way. "Oh, come on, be cool, cousin, and do not be cold with me. I was in the vicinity, so I decided just to pop up and congratulate you. Quite a catch for a bloke, just hanging tight onto Richard's coattails."Shawn clucked a muffled jaw behind his mask of coolness: "You know, if you have come here to point accusatory fingers in all directions, don't bother. The making-fool-of-yourself category, you reached your limit

"Why don't you think for once in your life, Ava?!" The voice boomed loud enough inside that Eva actually paused mid-porch, her heart sprinting through her chest.She clutched the handle of the front door a little tighter, steeling herself as she went in. The living room was indeed an eruptive cauldron of emotions-just as she had guessed it would be. Her father, Richard Wadsley, stood facing her with his arms across his chest, his red face a sure sign of anger. Across from him stood Ava, her raised chin defying anybody to make her back down.“You have the guts to come back after everything!” Richard shouted as his finger traced an accusing arrow in the air at Ava. "Doesn't your conscience ever kick in about all that you've done? Leaving behind a mess everywhere, mass within the family-for your sister?”Ava was cool enough, while speaking, to mask the flashes of rage in her eyes. "I've not come to debate, to score any arguments," she said; "I'm here to fix things.”“Fix things?! "Richar