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Chapter 75: Interrupting Females
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The Vows We Fake Chapter 110: Dynamite
Zane leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes sharp and focused. “What matters is this: now you know. And knowledge is leverage, Amara. The kind of leverage that can break them.” A hollow laugh escaped me. “Leverage? Zane, this isn’t leverage. It’s dynamite. If this truth comes out, it doesn’t just break them. It annihilates them.” He smirked. “Exactly.” I swallowed hard, leaning back against the couch. My body felt weak, drained, but my mind refused to stop racing. “So what, you want to parade this secret through the press? Drop it like a bombshell at one of Catherine’s galas?” He shook his head slowly. “No. Too easy. Too reckless. They’d deny it and bury it in a day. Catherine’s survived worse.” “Then what?” I pressed, desperate for something solid to cling to. Zane’s voice lowered, deliberate. “We build the trap. We make Catherine and Sera expose themselves. If they think their bond is safe, they’ll get sloppy. We push. We provoke. We make them desperate. And when they slip…
The Vows We Fake Chapter 109: Catherine and Sera
I stared at him, waiting. My breath caught in my throat, his words still hanging there. “Catherine and Sera…” Zane let the words trail off, as if savoring them, like a cruel man holding a secret between his teeth. “Well?” I pushed, my voice sharper than I meant it to be. “What about them?” But he only leaned back against the couch, his arm sprawled across the backrest, eyes glinting like he was enjoying a private joke. My patience was on thin ice. “Zane,” I warned, my voice low. “If you’ve dragged me this far just to toy with me, I swear…” He chuckled, the sound warm and maddening at once. “You’re impatient, Amara. You always were.” I clenched my fists. “Stop laughing and tell me.” His lips curved into a smirk, smug and infuriating. “You’re clever enough to piece it together.” I almost growled. “Don’t you dare play riddles with me.” Instead of answering, he leaned forward suddenly, so close I could feel his breath against my cheek. He brushed a stray strand of hair behind my
The Vows We Fake Chapter 108: Weighted Silence
The smell of something warm and buttery pulled me out of a shallow, dreamless sleep. For a moment, I forgot where I was. My body was cocooned in sheets softer than anything I’d felt in months, the quiet hum of the city below drifting faintly through the floor-to-ceiling glass. Then I shifted, and the realization struck: Zane’s penthouse. His bed. I pushed myself up slowly, the events of last night crashing back: his arms around me as I sobbed, his steady voice whispering that I wasn’t safe in that apartment, his decision to bring me here. My stomach tightened, nerves and exhaustion twining into one. And then I smelled it again. Toast. Coffee. I padded out of the bedroom barefoot, my skin prickling with the intimacy of the moment before I even saw him. Zane was in the kitchen. No immaculate chef’s coat, no staff, no pretense. Just him. His sleeves rolled up, his hair messy, his hands steady as he cracked eggs into a pan like it was second nature. Like it used to be. He looked up th
The Vows We Fake Chapter 107: Into The Lion’s Den
I didn’t expect his knock to come so quickly. It wasn’t even a knock. It was a thunderous, commanding bang that rattled the frame of my apartment door and sent my pulse screaming into overdrive. For one horrifying second, I thought it was whoever had taken that picture, come back to finish what they’d started. Then I heard his voice. “Amara. Open the door.” Zane. My knees buckled with something dangerously close to relief. With trembling hands, I twisted the lock. The door swung open, and he didn’t hesitate. He didn’t say a word. He just stepped inside like he owned the space and pulled me into his arms. The air left me in a rush. His scent, that rich mix of cedarwood and expensive whiskey, filled my lungs. His chest was hard against my cheek, his arms unyielding as steel around me. And in that moment, the dam I had been holding back all night shattered. I sobbed into his chest. Ugly, shuddering sobs that shook me from the inside out. He didn’t push me away or mock me. He just p
The Vows We Fake Chapter 106: Wildfire
I froze. “Them?” He nodded. “Sera. Julian. Catherine. They’ve been pulling strings, weaving lies, building their little empire. But I know you’ve seen the cracks, Amara. You’re clever and resourceful. You can be dangerous when you want to be.” My pulse thundered in my ears. “And you think I’d partner with you?” He smirked again, tilting his head. “You already did last night.” “Go to hell,” I rasped. “I have a better idea. How about we burn them first? You and me.” His smirk was slow, lethal. “Think about it, Amara. They’ve all wronged you. They’ve all wronged me. Why waste our energy destroying each other when we could destroy them?” I swallowed hard, my body still trembling from his touch. His offer was poison. And yet, as he stroked my cheek with the back of his hand, I couldn’t help but think of the power we might wield together. Zane’s smile deepened as if he could read my thoughts. “Think about it, Amara. Revenge tastes sweeter when it’s shared.” ## I couldn’t breathe wh
The Vows We Fake Chapter 105: Partnership
The sunlight was merciless. It streamed through the curtains, golden and warm, but to me it felt like a spotlight. My body was sore with reminders of the night before. And beside me, Zane lay stretched out on the sheets, his dark hair mussed, his eyes fixed on me. “Good morning, thief,” he murmured, his lips tilted into that infuriating smirk. Heat shot up my neck. I pulled the sheet tighter around me, desperate to hide myself. “Don’t call me that.” “Why not?” His voice was low, smooth, like silk wrapping around a blade. “You came here to steal, didn’t you? Instead, you gave yourself to me all over again.” I clenched my jaw and sat up, determined to leave, to erase this mistake. But before I could swing my legs off the bed, his hand shot out, pressing firmly against my thigh. “Going somewhere?” “Yes,” I hissed. “Away from you.” But Zane only laughed softly, sitting up beside me. His hand trailed up my thigh, his touch deliberate, claiming. “After last night? You think I’d just
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