All Chapters of Entangled Affair: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Damien Sterling occupied his modern, towering office, the Manhattan skyline spreading out in front of him in a stunning display of illumination. The glass walls mirrored the atmosphere in the room, his reflection calm and composed as usual. A multimillion-dollar merger faced imminent failure due to an unexpected scandal at its center—one that prominently involved his name and Ava Rossi’s in the headlines.Damien exhaled softly, running his fingers through his neatly styled dark hair. He had managed scandals previously—speculations about cutthroat business tactics, corporate sabotage, and even murmurs regarding how he had obliterated rivals without a second thought. But this? A supposed whirlwind romance with a struggling artist he had only met once at a gala?This represented a fresh degree of absurdity.He sat in his office with glass walls, towering over the city skyline, fingers interlaced as he gazed at the newest headline illuminating his computer screen“Billionaire Bachelor Off

Upon awakening the next day, Ava felt her heart race through her chest. She had slept very little, her mind replaying the events of the previous day, the shocking photo, phone call from Damien, this crazy proposal, and her unwise agreement. Her agreement with the devil has to be followed by a responsibility.Looking at the clock, its hands mockingly reminding her of her impending meeting with Damien. The time she had to prepare was less than an hour. She rushed to get dressed, then changed into her most presentable outfit , a plain black dress that she hope would strike a balance between professional and friendly. She applied a touch of makeup, more out of habit than vanity, then pulled her unruly red hair into a neat ponytail.While waiting for Damien's driver, she paced her small apartment with nervousness. Contrary to her expectations, she was completely unaware of what type of individual Damien Sterling would be during this meeting. She had met him just once, at the gala, and thei

The news of Damien Sterling's engagement to Ava Rossi was a media sensation. Instead of focusing on scandalous headlines about a "mystery woman" or "compromising positions," listeners were treated to thrilling revelations regarding a whirlwind romance involving an entrepreneur and creative artist. The moment was set in motion. This finely crafted press release, a work of spin doctoring, depicted sex life at this year's charity gala, with secret dates and the occasional loss during their busy schedule.Ava's phone exploded with calls and messages. Those who had known her for years, including acquaintances and even those she hadn't spoken to in years, were eagerly waiting for information from her, offering both surprise and congratulations. Her loyal best friend, Izzy, was elated, squealing with delight and asking for a complete explanation of "how he proposed." Still slightly frightened by what had transpired, Ava began to craft elaborate stories of heartfelt gestures and romantic inte

At the door to Damien Sterling's penthouse, Ava paused, clutching her bag more tightly. She was briefly lost for words owing to the room's distinct opulence. Her small flat felt like a kitchen storage area, even in the entranceway, with its high ceilings, polished marble flooring, and broad windows offering an imposing view of the city. Everything in this home reflected Damien's personality: it was opulent and sophisticated"Miss Rossi? Mr. Sterling is expecting you."She was brought back to reality by the doorman's sharp voice. She took a deep breath and nodded before going in. The muted sounds of the city vanished into a thick hush as the elevator doors closed behind her. She would be staying here, at least for the time being, and the strange weight of the situation hovered over her. Damien waited with his hands loose in his pockets as the elevator doors opened. The city skyline behind him gleamed brightly against the dark blue night sky. He said, "You've come," with a difficult-t

Ava had always found comfort in painting. It was the only aspect that seemed clear when all other parts of her life felt knotted and uncertain. Recently, she had been creating art more than she ever had. She couldn’t tell if it was due to Damien or in spite of him. Perhaps it was the pressure of residing under Damien’s strict regulations Maybe it was the suffocating silence that had settled between them since the gala. Or maybe—if she was being honest with herself—it was Damien himself.Something about him got under her skin, even when he wasn’t around.And she hated it. And so, she painted. She lost herself in color, in the way the brush met the canvas, and in the way the world faded when she was creating.She had taken over the sunroom in Damien’s penthouse, transforming it into her personal studio. The space was nothing like the rest of Damien’s pristine, glass-and-steel penthouse. It was chaotic. Paint tubes were littered over the floor, unfinished canvases inclined against the wa