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Chapter 69: Buzzing Phones

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"Do you want me to stop?"

I shook my head. “No.”

Slowly, we undressed each other.

His lips grazed my collarbone like a secret. His fingers trailed the dip of my spine like he was tracing poetry into my skin. I ran my hands along his chest, down his stomach, memorizing every line. I could feel the way he trembled when I kissed the scar near his ribs, the one he told me he got when he fell off a bike at ten. It was silly, but I loved that scar. I loved every part of him, even the pieces he tried to hide.

His hands cupped my face, then slid down to my waist, firm and possessive as he lifted me slightly onto the mattress, never breaking the kiss. His mouth moved from my lips to the line of my jaw, then to my throat. Each kiss was a brand, searing me open.

“Zane…” I whispered, but the sound died in the space between us, swallowed by the sheer intensity of what we were becoming.

He paused just long enough to look at me, his eyes dark with something deeper than lust. “I want all of you
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  • The Vows We Fake    Chapter 69: Buzzing Phones

    "Do you want me to stop?"I shook my head. “No.” Slowly, we undressed each other. His lips grazed my collarbone like a secret. His fingers trailed the dip of my spine like he was tracing poetry into my skin. I ran my hands along his chest, down his stomach, memorizing every line. I could feel the way he trembled when I kissed the scar near his ribs, the one he told me he got when he fell off a bike at ten. It was silly, but I loved that scar. I loved every part of him, even the pieces he tried to hide. His hands cupped my face, then slid down to my waist, firm and possessive as he lifted me slightly onto the mattress, never breaking the kiss. His mouth moved from my lips to the line of my jaw, then to my throat. Each kiss was a brand, searing me open. “Zane…” I whispered, but the sound died in the space between us, swallowed by the sheer intensity of what we were becoming. He paused just long enough to look at me, his eyes dark with something deeper than lust. “I want all of you

  • The Vows We Fake    Chapter 68: Inside Closed Doors

    The moment the door clicked shut behind us, the silence fell heavy. Zane's eyes were wild, dark with something too deep to name, and before I could breathe, he closed the distance between us and crushed his mouth to mine. One second I was blinking at the threshold, and the next, my back slammed against the wall, his hands cradling my face like he was afraid I might disappear. The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was fast and furious, teeth grazing, lips bruising, like he’d been starved for years and had finally broken his fast. It was urgent. Desperate. His hands tangled in my hair as his lips moved with frantic hunger, as if trying to devour the weeks of tension that had built between us. I clutched at his shirt, pulling him closer, kissing him back just as fiercely, every bottled-up emotion pouring into the connection of our mouths. I could feel the pressure of his chest rising and falling fast against mine, the rapid pounding of his heart echoing my own. Our bodies collided, and I gasped w

  • The Vows We Fake    Chapter 67: On Hold

    “The wedding, as it stands, is on hold.” At first, there was stunned silence, a suspended second where the world held its breath. Then it all broke loose. A collective gasp swept through the crowd. Murmurs erupted like wildfire. Some gasped aloud. Others whispered behind champagne flutes. Catherine Blackwood’s lips thinned where she stood near the far table, but she said nothing. Zane’s grip on Sera’s waist was firm now, almost punishing. But his eyes were on me. “This is a personal decision,” he continued. “And we ask that you respect our privacy moving forward.” He let go of Sera then, just enough for her to stumble slightly. Sera stood frozen beside him, her lips parted as if she were on the verge of screaming or sobbing. But neither sound came. Only a tremble in her fingers as she clutched the side of her sequined gown. The spotlight caught the unshed tears clinging to her lashes. She blinked them back and raised her chin with practiced grace, but it cracked around the edges

  • The Vows We Fake    Chapter 66: The Pause Between Heartbeats

    The sight was like a needle to my chest. Through the small sliver of the doorway, I saw them. Inside the room, Julian had Sera pressed against a table, her hands tangled in his hair, lips fused to his. Hands roaming. Bodies flush against each other in a way that left no room for misinterpretation. The kiss was frantic, hungry, not the kind that came from politeness or drunken impulse. His hand was at her waist, her fingers tangled in his hair. They were kissing like the world had ended and only they had survived. It was the kiss of betrayal. My body had turned to stone, frozen at the edge of the corridor as I watched Sera’s hands slide up Julian’s chest. His mouth captured hers with familiarity—too smooth to be a mistake, too practiced to be new. And Zane… he stood just a few feet away from them. Silent. He hadn’t looked at me once. Instead, his eyes were pinned on the entangled pair like a lion observing prey. Quiet, controlled fury simmered beneath his skin. I didn’t realize I

  • The Vows We Fake    Chapter 65: Inside Closed Doors

    The magic shattered the moment Sera slipped her arm through Zane’s. I stood there, stiff and silent beside Chase, as cameras flashed and guests buzzed with curiosity. The golden lights above refracted off Zane’s tailored tuxedo, throwing glints of gold against his dark silhouette. He looked like a man carved from secrets: sharp jaw, piercing gaze, the curve of his mouth unreadable. But it was her presence beside him that gutted me. Sera, in a silk gown that clung to her like memory, offered smiles too sweet and fingers that curled possessively into the crook of Zane’s arm. She glanced my way just once, lips twitching with the ghost of a smirk, as if to say, You’re still the outsider here. I blinked and turned to Chase, whose fingers flexed slightly around mine. He smiled at me, not the glossy, performative grin I’d grown used to seeing on wealthy clients, but something genuine. Still, my chest tightened. “I suppose the prince chose his queen after all,” he said lightly. I forced

  • The Vows We Fake    Chapter 64: The Devil Wears Red

    The red dress looked like sin. Not the polite kind of sin that could be forgiven with a whispered prayer, but the kind that scorched flesh and ruined reputations. I hadn’t even zipped it up fully before I knew it would stir something dangerous. Leah gasped the moment I stepped out of the closet. “Amara. Oh my God.” I turned slowly, watching her reflection meet mine in the mirror. Her hair was up in soft curls, pinned by gold clips, and her emerald satin gown hugged her curves like second skin. But her eyes weren’t on herself. They were on me. “It’s too much,” I whispered, smoothing a hand down my waist. “The slit is... indecent.” “It’s perfect,” she said, her smile wicked and warm. “If you want Zane Blackwood to swallow his tongue.” I rolled my eyes, but the thought curled inside me like a secret flame. The dress was tight-fitting, hugging every part of me with the kind of confidence I didn't feel. A long slit rode up my thigh, almost scandalous. The neckline dipped in a way tha

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