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Chapter 37: Visitors of The Past

ผู้เขียน: Penella
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The evening had sunk into a quiet hush. I was seated in the sunroom, the warmth of the fading sun mixing with the soft amber glow of the lamps. The day had been surprisingly peaceful, almost a reprieve from the chaos of the past few days. Zane sat beside me, his presence oddly comforting even as a knot of questions twisted in my stomach.

I was just starting to relax and my eyelids were growing heavy, when the sudden knock at the door shattered the calm. My heart jumped, pulse quickening. I got up immediately and rushed to hide.

Zane’s body tensed. He stood slowly and moved to the door, his face unreadable but tight around the eyes. I watched him, curiosity prickling at the back of my mind.

He opened the door, and in stepped a man I instantly recognized—Julian. Zane’s cousin from the photo I had stumbled across earlier. The man who Sera was always messaging and talking to via phone. Julian looked older now, his casual confidence wrapped in an easy grin that didn’t quite reach his e
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  • The Vows We Fake    Chapter 38: "Not Like This."

    Zane stepped closer, his hand finding mine. “One more day, Amara,” he said, softer this time. “One more day, here with me. Just… breathe. They’ll survive without you for twenty-four more hours. Please? Just one more day.” His fingers found mine, warm and reassuring. The brush of his skin against mine was electric. It was too much, and yet not enough. The space between us shrank. Our eyes locked. The air between us thickened with everything we hadn’t said, everything we still couldn’t say. For a moment, it felt like the world had shrunk to just the two of us, suspended in fragile silence. His gaze was steady, persuasive. I hated how much I wanted to say yes. How easily he made the chaos of my world quiet just by standing still. My heart screamed to give in to him. I wanted to say yes. I almost did. But years of pain and betrayal tangled in my mind like thorns. I pulled away. “I can’t,” I said, voice tight. “This thing—whatever we’re doing—it’s already blurring lines I’ve tried hard

  • The Vows We Fake    Chapter 37: Visitors of The Past

    The evening had sunk into a quiet hush. I was seated in the sunroom, the warmth of the fading sun mixing with the soft amber glow of the lamps. The day had been surprisingly peaceful, almost a reprieve from the chaos of the past few days. Zane sat beside me, his presence oddly comforting even as a knot of questions twisted in my stomach. I was just starting to relax and my eyelids were growing heavy, when the sudden knock at the door shattered the calm. My heart jumped, pulse quickening. I got up immediately and rushed to hide. Zane’s body tensed. He stood slowly and moved to the door, his face unreadable but tight around the eyes. I watched him, curiosity prickling at the back of my mind. He opened the door, and in stepped a man I instantly recognized—Julian. Zane’s cousin from the photo I had stumbled across earlier. The man who Sera was always messaging and talking to via phone. Julian looked older now, his casual confidence wrapped in an easy grin that didn’t quite reach his e

  • The Vows We Fake    Chapter 36: A Day In His World

    “Amara,” Zane said softly, breaking into my thoughts, “thank you for staying.” I looked at him, heart pounding. “I wasn’t sure if I wanted to. But here I am.” “Good,” he whispered. “I never asked,” I said, “how you actually got this place. I mean, besides your family’s money.” Zane’s eyes twinkled mischievously. “A lot of charm and some very lucky investments. Also, YouTube tutorials on how to act like a billionaire.” I laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “I guess you’re a natural then.” He gave a mock bow. “Flattery will get you everywhere.” I swallowed hard. “You never answered my question. What’s the worst thing about this place?” Zane’s eyes darkened, and for a moment, the easy warmth vanished. “The memories. The silence when I’m alone. The people who used to be here and aren’t anymore.” I wanted to ask more, to pry into the pain I saw lurking beneath his calm, but the moment slipped away. Instead, I smiled. “Well, maybe I’ll stick around and make some new memories. Giv

  • The Vows We Fake    Chapter 35: Soft Mornings

    The smell of something warm and buttery drifted into the guest room before I even opened my eyes. For a moment, I forgot where I was: soft sheets, unfamiliar silence, and the scent of something other than my apartment's stale solitude. And then it all rushed back in: the cold argument outside, his fingers on my cheek, the near kisses that hovered like ghosts on my lips. I pushed the covers back slowly and sat up, his shirt brushing my thighs. I closed my eyes for a second, inhaling the scent of his shirt like a masochist. Padding into the hallway, I hesitated before entering the living room. His apartment was bathed in warm morning light, all glass and rich textures. Neutral tones, chrome edges, and a ridiculous number of art pieces that screamed money and masculine taste. It was minimalist, but not sterile like I'd expected. And then I saw him. Zane stood in the open-plan kitchen, shirtless again, his dark pajama pants riding low on his hips. He was barefoot, moving around li

  • The Vows We Fake    Chapter 34: Midnight Confessions

    I couldn’t sleep. The guest bed was soft, the sheets silk against my skin, his shirt clinging to me like a memory I shouldn’t have resurrected. The air was wonderful, the environment quiet. But my mind was too loud and my heart throbbed. The clock read 2:03 a.m, and the apartment was still. Water. I needed water. I got out of bed. I slipped out of the room barefoot, the hem of Zane’s shirt brushing the tops of my thighs. The scent of his cologne was still strong. I padded quietly into the hallway and followed the dim light from the kitchen. The hallway smelled of food and spices. Someone was cooking? Zane? I walked in. Standing barefoot, bare-chested, a pair of grey sweats hanging low on his hips, Zane was stirring rice in a pot. Steam curled upward from the pot in front of him, golden-orange, spicy, unmistakable. Jollof rice. At two in the morning. The absurdity of it, the sheer domesticity of seeing Zane Blackwood—CEO, billionaire, public heartbreak—cooking jollo

  • The Vows We Fake    Chapter 33: The Penthouse

    I turned my face away, gently. I couldn’t kiss him. I just couldn’t. Not when he was engaged to someone else. He didn’t step back. Instead, his forehead pressed against mine. We stayed like that, breathing the same frostbitten air. My heart was breaking open in his silence. “I’ll take you home,” he whispered against my lips. “It’s late.” I didn’t answer. But when he pulled away from me and headed toward his car, I followed. The car hummed softly beneath us, the distant city lights flickering through the tinted windows. We sat in silence. Zane didn’t say much since we left the venue. Neither had I. We both stared forward like we were bracing for a storm neither of us could name. We sat in the backseat, separated by only a breath of space. His jacket grazed my arm every time the car turned. The nearness was maddening. I couldn’t focus on anything else. The fact that his thigh was so close I could feel the heat radiating through his tailored pants made my brain buzz. I was physica

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