Chapter 3

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• The Unwritten Vow    After the Storm

  Back at the banquet hall, the music played on, and laughter echoed across the grand chandelier-lit room but something felt off.Elysia returned from the restroom, adjusting her silver dress as she scanned the crowd. Her brows pinched together when she didn’t immediately spot Sarah. She weaved through the sea of guests, moving quickly, checking corners and the lounge near the bar.Still no sign of her.Her smile began to waver.She turned sharply and headed straight to her brother.“Brother,” she said, tugging at Elliot’s sleeve. “Have you seen Sarah?”Elliot turned to her, clearly distracted. “She was just here.”“Well, she’s not anymore,” Elysia said, her voice a little more urgent now. “I’ve checked the whole place.”A flicker of something unreadable passed through Elliot’s eyes. He set his drink down immediately.“Let’s go,” he said, already walking.Elysia followed closely, her heels clicking hurriedly behind him.They didn’t speak on the drive home, both hoping she’d be there.Th

• The Unwritten Vow    Left to bleed

  Sarah stood in the corner of the room, alone again after Elysia left for the restroom. Her eyes scanned the crowd again, searching for Elliott. He was speaking with a group of men in suits, wine glass in hand, cool and unreadable. She waited, hoped he'd spare her a glance, a sign or anything.But he didn’t even look at her.The humiliation had settled like fire in her chest, burning hotter with each passing moment.She couldn’t take it anymore.She walked out of the banquet hall, her heels clicking against the marble floor, each step she took was fueled with anger. As she stepped into the cold night, the air felt sharp against her flushed cheeks.She glanced down the street, considering calling a cab. She could make her way back to the penthouse alone. She didn’t care what Elliott thought, that's if he even noticed she’d left.Just as she reached for her phone, the screech of tires ripped through the silence.Two black cars pulled up beside her, their tinted windows gleaming under the

• The Unwritten Vow    The birthday party

  The next morning, Sarah arrived at the office for the first time as Elliott’s personal secretary, expecting to at least have something to do. But as the hours dragged on, she found herself sitting idly in his office, doing absolutely nothing. She wasn’t given any work, no one directed her anywhere, and Elliott had barely acknowledged her presence since they arrived.She sighed, tapping her fingers on the desk impatiently. “Why am I even here?” she muttered under her breath.The only sound in the office was the soft ticking of the clock and the occasional flipping of pages as Elliott worked through some documents. Sarah was bored out of her mind. She had imagined that working in one of the most prestigious companies would be an exciting experience, but instead, she felt like a piece of furniture placed there for show.She glanced at Elliott, who remained focused on his work, showing no signs of including her in anything. Sarah frowned, frustration bubbling inside her.“This is ridiculo

• The Unwritten Vow    A family Affair

  Elliott sat at his desk, flipping through documents with a sharp, calculating gaze. The floor-to-ceiling windows of his office showcased the towering skyline, but his focus remained unwavering. His assistant had informed him minutes ago that his mother was on her way up.When the heavy oak doors swung open, Vivian Remington walked in, her heels clicking against the polished floor. She exuded elegance, dressed in an emerald green suit, her hair neatly styled, but her expression was anything but composed. Her face was set in a deep frown, her sharp eyes locked onto her son the moment she entered.Without waiting for an invitation, she sat across from him, placing her handbag on the desk with a thud.“So, it’s true,” she began, her voice laced with irritation. “You really went through with this ridiculous marriage.”Elliott didn’t bother looking up. He flipped another page in his file before responding in his usual calm, detached tone. “It’s already been done. There’s no point in discuss

• The Unwritten Vow    A Glimpse of the Past

  After the dramatic confrontation with James, Sarah felt suffocated by the weight of everything. the banquet hall with murmurs and watchful eyes felt constricting. She needed a moment alone. Spotting a waiter passing by, she gently stopped him.“Excuse me, where’s the bathroom?” she asked.The waiter pointed toward the hallway to her left. “Just down that corridor, Miss.”She nodded, muttering a soft thanks before making her way through the lavishly decorated hallway. The sound of clinking glasses and polite laughter faded as she distanced herself from the main event.Once inside the restroom, she leaned against the marble countertop, exhaling deeply.Her reflection stared back at her from the mirror her perfectly styled hair, flawless makeup, an elegant dress hugging her frame. To anyone else, she might have looked poised and composed, the image of a woman who belonged in a place like this.She had spent years loving a man who betrayed her, wasted time on a friendship that was nothing

• The Unwritten Vow    A public confrontation

  Sarah and James’s eyes met, and in that instant, she saw panic flicker in his. He wasn’t expecting her. His face went pale, his expression twisting as if struggling to process what he was seeing. For a moment, he just stared, his body rigid, his mind clearly racing. Then, as if something snapped, his lips parted, and he barked her name.“Sarah.”His voice was sharp, filled with disbelief, cutting through the conversations around them.He took a step forward. “What the hell is going on?” he demandedSarah kept her expression calm, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Instead, a smirk curled her lips, subtle but intentional.Sarah raised an eyebrow. “You’ll have to be more specific than that.”His jaw clenched, “Why are you here? Why are you with another man?” His eyes flickered to Elliott, but he didn’t hold his gaze for long. The weight of Elliott Remington’s presence was suffocating. Instead, James returned his attention to Sarah.“You’re my fiancée,” he said, voice