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Chapter 74: Memories
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The Vows We Fake Chapter 74: Memories
“I’m sure you used to stand like this,” he said quietly, his breath feathering against my ear. “Staring at yourself like you couldn’t decide if you believed me.”My throat tightened. “Believed you about what?”“That you were beautiful.”The words sank into me, heavy with memory. He was correct, and that made goosebumps crawled over my skin. His palm smoothed over my hip, guiding me back into him. I could feel every line of his body pressing into mine, the heat of him searing through my dress. His lips found that place beneath my ear, the one that had always undone me. He kissed it slowly, his mouth warm, his breath hot, lingering just long enough to make my knees weaken.“Zane…” My voice cracked, not from desire but from the flood of everything we’d been. The nights. The laughter. The way he had once looked at me like I was the only thing he wanted. My hands gripped the edge of the dresser. My head tipped forward against the pull of him, but the ache in my chest snapped me back. I pus
The Vows We Fake Chapter 73: Mirrors And Memories
I padded barefoot into the living room, the sound of my steps muffled by the thick rug. Zane had stepped into his office after the call with Sera, leaving me alone with the silence. The penthouse wasn’t cold or sterile like I expected. It was… lived in. Subtly. Expensively. Almost too perfectly curated. A low glass coffee table gleamed in the center of the room, holding a single crystal decanter of whiskey. Beside it sat a book with the spine cracked and the pages worn in a way that told me it had been read more than once. I picked it up. It was The Old Man and the Sea. I swallowed. Zane used to read me passages from it late at night, his voice low and smooth, saying Hemingway “cut straight to the bone of things.” Back then, we’d been tangled in blankets on his old couch, the world outside a storm we didn’t have to face. The memory left a sharp ache in my chest. I set the book down and kept moving, fingers brushing over the sleek black counter in the kitchen. The faint smell of c
The Vows We Fake Chapter 72: The Terms
Zane set his phone on the nightstand like it weighed a hundred pounds, his shoulders tense, his gaze fixed on some point far beyond me. “Zane,” I said quietly. He didn’t look at me. “What are you not telling me?” My voice was soft, but it carried that edge I knew he couldn’t ignore. His jaw worked once, then twice, like he was chewing on the words. “Amara, it’s not—” “No,” I cut in, shifting so I was sitting on my knees in front of him. “Don’t tell me it’s not important. I just heard her threaten you without actually threatening you. She talked about consequences, you talked about terms. That’s not nothing. So tell me the truth.” Resignation filled his eyes. “There are… things between Sera and me that you don’t know about. Things that go deeper than the wedding, deeper than what happened with Julian.” The words landed like a stone in my stomach. “And you’re not going to tell me?” His eyes finally met mine. They were guarded, like a locked door with someone pounding on the othe
The Vows We Fake Chapter 71: More Secrets
Zane stood near the window, the pale morning light cutting sharp lines across his bare shoulders. His hand hovered over the device for a moment before he finally answered, his voice low and tight. “Sera.” Upon hearing her name, I stilled in my position on the bed. "Zane?” Sera’s voice cracked through the speaker, raw and thick, like she’d been crying for hours. “Please… don’t hang up. I need to explain.” “You already did,” Zane said, his tone sharp but measured, like he was keeping himself on a leash. “You kissed my cousin in my own house.” “It was a mistake,” she rushed out. “Julian was drunk. I was drunk. It meant nothing.” My nails dug into the sheet. Nothing. The memory of their hands on each other flashed in my mind. “You’ve said that before,” Zane replied icily. Her voice spilled from the phone, raw and trembling, every syllable thick with emotion. “Zane, please—” She broke off with a muffled sniff. “I didn’t mean to… kissing Julian, it was—it was a mistake.” I swallowe
The Vows We Fake Chapter 70: The Morning After
I woke up to the sound of a phone buzzing. Not mine, Zane’s. He shifted beside me, groaning, his arm tightening briefly around my waist before he reached over and silenced it. The screen lit up his face in a soft blue glow, and for a second, I thought I saw something flicker in his expression. Guilt? Then it was gone, replaced by a casual yawn as he turned his phone facedown on the nightstand. He leaned over and kissed my shoulder. “Go back to sleep,” he murmured, voice still thick with sleep. But I couldn’t. My body ached in delicious ways, but my heart? It pulsed with unease. Who was calling him this early? Was it the same person who sent him messages last night? I didn’t ask. I didn’t want to break the fragile stillness between us. So instead, I slid out from under the sheets and padded into the bathroom. The marble floor was cool beneath my feet. I twisted the shower knob until steam billowed against the glass. Maybe hot water could wash away the doubt coiling low in my stoma
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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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