All Chapters of ENTANGLED WITH MY CONTRACTED HUSBAND : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

He spun around just in time to see Vanessa tumbling down the first few steps of the staircase, her body twitching clumsily as she hit the floor with a loud thud. “Oh my God! Ow! Ow, Haven!” Vanessa cried, clutching her lower leg significantly as she writhed on the floor. Haven solidified, wide-eyed. “What the hell, Vanessa? Are you okay?” Vanessa groaned, her face bent in overstated torment. “I… I don’t know. I think I twisted my ankle.” He rushed over, bowing adjacent to her as she groaned miserably, clutching her leg. It was nearly convincing—if it wasn’t for the reality that Haven had known Vanessa long enough to suspect this was another one of her stunts. “Let me see,” Haven said, coming to her lower leg. She yanked it away from him rapidly, jumping as if the insignificant touch caused her colossal pain. “No! Don’t! It hurts too much.” Haven scowled, his doubt developing. He had seen her act before. But the drop had looked pretty real, hadn’t it? He wasn’t sure. She was conti

Haven was holding Vanessa’s hand, his face near to hers, and it looked far as well. She felt a knot shape in her throat, her stomach bending with outrage and harmed. Haven detected her nearness and turned to see Alexis standing within the door, her arms crossed, a storm brewing behind her eyes. “Alexis,” he said, his voice delicate, almost apologetic. “You didn’t have to come. I’ve got things handled.” “Clearly,” Alexis answered, her tone sharp. She ventured into the room, her heels clicking boisterously against the tiled floor. “What’s the diagnosis , Doctor Haven?” Vanessa let out a soft laugh, in spite of the fact that it was scarcely more than a whisper. “Alexis, there’s no need to be unfriendly. Haven was just being kind. I fell, remember?” Alexis clenched her clench hands, feeling her persistence wear lean. She didn’t accept for a moment that Vanessa’s drop had been a mischance. Vanessa had been playing this game for months—trying to get her way back into Haven’s life with e

“I don’t know,” he conceded. “Maybe. But it doesn’t matter. If people accept her, it may still come back to me.” Alexis shook her head, her lips squeezing into a lean line. “I don’t get it. Why would she do this now? What’s the point?” “Because she’s cornered,” Haven said, his voice low. He sat down intensely on the couch, inclining forward with his elbows on his knees. “She’s in trouble with the law, with money—hell, I don’t indeed know half of it. But if she can make it look like I’m included, she can move a few of that warm off herself.” Alexis’s face obscured, her hands twisting into clench hands. “And you’re just going to let her do that?” Haven looked up at her, a bleak grin pulling at the corners of his lips. “You think I need to? I’ve been trying to remain as far away from her as possible, but she keeps finding ways to drag me back in.” Alexis gazed at him for a moment, her eyes looking at his face for something—answers, possibly. But anything she was seeking out, for Hav

The words stung. Alexis looked away, flickering back the tears undermining to drop. She had been so sure that standing up to Vanessa was the way to end the pressure between them. She didn’t realise it would make a storm distant more awful than the one they were as of now. The days that followed were a hurricane of chaos. Genuine to her word, Vanessa went to the police, and before long after, the media picked up the story. Headlines put over nearby tabloids painted Alexis as an envious, unstable spouse, assaulting her husband’s guiltless ex-girlfriend in a fit of seethe. The sensationalised story spread like rapidly spreading fire, drawing open examination and gossip. Haven, for the foremost part, kept his outrage covered up. But Alexis might feel it brewing underneath the surface. He hadn’t lashed out at her, but the distance between them developed more extensive with each passing day. She could see it within the way he dodged looking at her in the eyes, the way he talked to her in

“I know,” he said, his voice thick with feeling. “But I don’t need to select between you and do what’s right.” “And what approximately what’s right for me?” Alexis inquired discreetly. “Don’t I deserve that?” Haven closed his eyes, the weight of the circumstance squeezing down on him. He knew that no matter what he said, it wouldn’t be sufficient to recuperate the fracture that was developing between them. “You do,” he at last said, his voice scarcely over a whisper. “You deserve more than I’m giving you right presently. But I need you to believe me. I need you to accept that I’m doing this since I care around you—because I care around us.” Alexis looked at him, her expression a blend of adore and distress. “I don’t know if I can believe you right now, Haven. Not when it comes to her.” His heart sank at her words, but he didn’t contend. He couldn’t. “I understand,” he said, standing up and venturing back to allow her space. “I just trust that one day, you can.” She didn’t respond,