Library
Maghanap
Home / Romance / The Vows We Fake / Chapter 57: The Dress Trap

Share

Chapter 57: The Dress Trap

Author: Penella
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-29 17:09:36

Sera's message came in the morning, all sunshine and sweetness, like the sharp edge of a blade dipped in honey.

Sera: Join me for my final gown fitting, Amara? It would mean so much. You’ve been such a big part of this journey.

I stared at the text a second longer than necessary, rereading it as if I might find something genuine between the lines. But no, every word shimmered with polished venom. “You’ve been such a big part of this journey?” Please. The worst part? I couldn’t say no, not without raising questions. And I was tired of the eyes on me, the speculation that danced on everyone’s lips but never quite reached their tongues.

By noon, I found myself seated in the private bridal salon of the most exclusive atelier in the city, surrounded by lace and silk. The boutique smelled like roses and silk, the kind of place that whispered money and legacy. I shouldn’t have come.

But a small, masochistic part of me wanted to see what kind of dress she would wear to marry the man who o
Patuloy na basahin ang aklat na ito nang libre
I-scan ang code upang i-download ang App
Locked Chapter
Nakaraang Kabanata Susunod na kabanata

Pinakabagong kabanata

  • The Vows We Fake    Chapter 63: The Invitation

    The entire estate abuzz with whispers, like bees trapped behind velvet drapes. A ball. An actual, full-scale, high-profile, invitation-only ball organized by Zane Blackwood himself… on less than three days’ notice. It sounded like a joke, but the gold-trimmed invitation lying on my desk said otherwise. “An impromptu celebration of love,” the invite had read, sealed with the Blackwood family crest. But whose love were we celebrating exactly? I tapped the edge of the card as Leah adjusted swatches beside me in the planning office. My thoughts weren’t on fabric or florals. They were tangled around one man. Zane. No one had seen this coming, not even Sera. When she stormed into the main office earlier, cheeks flushed and eyes narrowed, it was clear she’d only just received her invitation too. She didn’t say anything outright, but her presence left a chill in the room. “Are you going?” Leah asked me now, carefully pinning ivory silk to a foam board. She eyed me over the edge of her c

  • The Vows We Fake    Chapter 62: Stolen Attraction

    I closed my eyes tightly for a short while. Why did Zane have to interrupt? “Zane,” Chase replied, unfazed. “Always good to see you. Though I think your timing is... inconvenient.” Zane didn’t even look at him. His eyes were on me. And God, they were burning. There was a heat there I hadn’t seen in days. He took me in, from the plunging neckline of my blouse to the high-waisted pencil skirt that hugged my hips, and his jaw flexed twice. “You’re needed upstairs,” he said curtly, addressing me. I lifted my chin. “You could’ve sent a text.” “I don’t trust phones anymore,” he said, his voice like gravel. “Too many people listening.” Chase gave a mock-wounded look. “Now I feel left out. Should I be jealous?” Zane finally turned to him. “You should be careful.” “I’m not scared of you, Blackwood.” Zane’s smile was deadly. “You should be.” I stepped between them, chest tight. “Okay. That’s enough. I have work to do, remember?” Chase nodded and stepped back, lifting his hands in sur

  • The Vows We Fake    Chapter 61: Postponement and Indecision

    Outside, the heat clung to my skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating off Zane as he followed me out to the terrace. He didn’t say anything for a moment. Just stood there, fists in his pockets, breathing unevenly. “You’ve been avoiding me,” he finally said. I faced him, arms crossed beneath my chest. His eyes flicked there instantly, then away like he regretted looking but couldn’t help it. “You noticed?” I said coolly. “Shocking.” “You look—” He stopped, then swallowed. “You look like you’re trying to kill someone with that dress.” “Do you always make it a habit to comment on women’s clothes?” “No. Just yours.” I laughed, low and dangerous. “That sounds possessive, Zane.” His eyes darkened. “I am possessive.” My breath caught. I tried to pass. He stepped in front of me. “I see you’ve made a new friend,” he said, voice low. I blinked. “Excuse me?” “Mr. Carter,” he said. “Didn’t realize he had such… personal interest in our staff.” I tilted my head, fury sp

  • The Vows We Fake    Chapter 60: Navy-Blue Wrap Dress

    I avoided Zane. I buried myself in work, meetings, and spreadsheets, in anything that didn’t smell like cedarwood cologne or sound like a voice that used to live in my head when I was lonely. I didn’t text him, didn’t look at him during briefings, didn’t smile when his fingers brushed mine during a hand-off of sample palettes. I simply ceased to exist in his orbit, and pretended he didn’t still hold gravity over me. But he noticed. Of course, he noticed. His stares were heavier than silence. When I slipped past him in the hallway, he turned his body fully, like the weight of my retreat was something he couldn’t bear to ignore. His eyes begged questions. Mine gave him a wall. Every time his name popped up on my phone, I deleted the message without opening it. Every time I heard his footsteps echo down the hall, I turned in the opposite direction. I needed space. I needed air. And I needed to remember that his wedding was only a few days away. So the dress I was wearing today… it d

  • The Vows We Fake    Chapter 59: Chessboard

    “I’m not yours to burn anymore,” I said, voice shaking. “You chose someone else. Remember?” The room felt too stuffy, too hot. His gaze on me wasn’t helping, either. I had to leave. I turned around and headed for the door. I was done. Done being played like some fragile piece on Zane Blackwood’s twisted chessboard. Before I got to the door, Zane’s fingers closed tightly around my wrist. “Amara,” he said, low and even. “You need to stop walking away from every damn conversation.” I spun on my heels. “Oh, I’m sorry. Do you remember how I prefer my arguments? Or did you just hear about that too?” His jaw flexed, something unreadable flashing across his face. “I don’t remember you.” I sucked in a sharp breath, that old familiar sting pricking behind my eyes. “I’ve told you,” he continued, voice quieter now, “I don’t remember the past. Not us. Not what we were. But I heard things: about who you were, what you meant to me. What you… endured. I hired you because I needed answers. I ne

  • The Vows We Fake    Chapter 58: Bystander in His Mess

    Zane insisted on hiring me? Not Sera? She tilted her head, the way you do when you have a degree of power over someone. “Oh, he didn’t tell you? This whole time, you thought it was a happy accident, didn’t you?” I stared at her, blood pulsing in my ears. “He saw your name on the agency list and made a few calls. Insisted you be assigned to our wedding. Mr. Aloof and Unbothered went through the trouble of making sure you of all people were the one planning his big day.” She let that sink in. “Romantic, don’t you think?” “No,” I said, voice flat. “It’s manipulative.” Her smile flickered, just for a second. “Careful, Amara. You’re not the only one who’s hurt.” I looked away, keeping my face an emotionless mask. “You should ask yourself why he never told you,” Sera said. “Maybe you’re not as special as you think. Maybe, as you said, it’s all manipulative. At the end of the day, he’s getting married to me, not you. I didn’t think you’d ever settle to be a side chick, yet here we are

Higit pang Kabanata

Maaari mong magustuhan

Galugarin at basahin ang magagandang nobela
Libreng basahin ang magagandang nobela sa GoodNovel app. I-download ang mga librong gusto mo at basahin kahit saan at anumang oras.
Libreng basahin ang mga aklat sa app
I-scan ang code para mabasa sa App
DMCA.com Protection Status