Broken Vows: A Billionaire's Secret

CHAPTER 1ZYLIAH'S POV'I have a surprise for you. Come around.'A huge smile blossomed as I read the short yet sweet text from my fiancé, Fynn.I was just leaving the house to hang out with my girls, but that could wait.This couldn't. I got into my car and zoomed out of the compound, heading straight for his place. Both hands on the wheel, I couldn't stop smiling as my eyes caught the beautiful rock nestled perfectly on my finger.I couldn't believe how good life was to me. A job I enjoyed, a romantic fiancé I loved, and who loved me back. Truly, I was blessed. Driving through the open electric gate of the compound, I parked and practically jumped out of the car, rushing upstairs to his room.I thought I heard voices, but decided they weren't real. But a few seconds later, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Every part of me refused to accept it was real. A hallucination. I was seeing things that weren't there. I blinked repeatedly, but the picture didn't go away-it just kept

CHAPTER 3ZYLIAH'S POVMy eyes fluttered open, a lazy yawn tearing through me, and my head throbbed like it was about to burst.I winced, turning over on the bed. A startled gasp left my lips, but I quickly clamped a hand over my mouth. My heart was racing a thousand miles per second, and the throbbing only got worse. What was happening? Or what had happened? The outline of a tall, well-built frame on the other side of the bed left me stunned. Who was he? As the bedcovers slid off my body, another gasp escaped me-I was naked. What the hell?!He moved, and my eyes widened. Praying he wouldn't wake up, I slid out of bed fast, spotted my clothes scattered across the floor, and quickly dressed while letting my gaze sweep through the suite."This isn't my suite," I whispered.I grabbed my purse-still unsure how it had ended up near the door-and bolted out without slowing down.A figure stepped out from a corner. I caught a quick glimpse, it was a woman, and I accidentally bumped into he

CHAPTER 5ZYLIAH'S POVWe all watched as she tapped quickly on her phone and dropped it on the console table in the middle of the living room."I will deal with her." My recorded voice came on, and my brow furrowed even deeper. "I'll make sure my father sees her and her bitchy mother for who they really are."I closed my eyes wearily. "You can't be serious. Come on, I was drunk and felt betrayed. I can't believe you eavesdropped on me and my friends. This means nothing, Dad.""I'll set a trap for her." My drunk voice kept going. Then came an angry, teary groan. "I feel like killing her and that stupid Fynn!" The part where I started crying was quickly cut."That's enough proof she was willing to go to any length to make you hate me, Dad," Sabrina said, sounding confident."You called me a bitch, huh? The audacity." Sabrina's mother sneered, eyeing me in derision.I ignored her, turning to my father. "Dad, surely you can't believe..."To my shock, he raised a hand, silencing me. Then h

CHAPTER 7ZYLIAH'S POV"You didn't have to make me come out, Delia." I drew my hoodie tighter around my face, tugging the baseball cap lower over my eyes.It had been three weeks since I'd moved in with Delia. Three weeks of being indoors and crying myself to sleep. Natasha visited as often as she could to join Delia in cheering me up, which was more often than not a futile endeavor. They would console me until they gave up and let me cry myself to sleep. Sometimes, I'd drink myself into a stupor to keep from thinking about everything. Delia now hid her bottles of alcohol from me. Today, she had dragged me out of bed, dumped me in the bathroom, forced me to shower, and put on some presentable clothes.Now I was reluctantly following her to a shopping mall."You need to leave the house, Zee, even if it's for an hour or two. You need the fresh air. You're so pale and sickly, it's worrying me.""I am fine, Delia. Let's just go back home," I said in a low, depressed tone."No. Shopping

CHAPTER 9SABRINA'S POV"Hello, Mom." I took my time approaching my mother in the living room of my stepfather's house. Being the stepdaughter of a CEO had changed a lot of things in my life. For one, I was married to the son of the CEO of Vilton Ltd.-one of the top-listed companies in cosmetics - Fynn Delson.I was no longer just Miss Sabrina Smith but Mrs. Sabrina Fynn Delson. What a way to wine and dine with the upper class.Although for six years now, we'd been trying to have a child-something that hadn't been going well with the numerous miscarriages I was having.I'd taken all the medicine, done every test, and even religiously followed every piece of medical advice my doctor gave me, which had brought me to pregnancy number six.I was well into my second trimester-five months along-and I had to be extra careful, especially since the scan had shown it was a boy. Something Fynn and his father, Mr. Martino Delson, expected of me.Fynn's father wasn't all that hopeful this pregnan