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Chapter 10
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The Vows We Never Chose Chapter 10
Tahimik ang bahay. After the family dinner na muntik nang maging disaster, halos maramdaman ni Arielle ang bigat ng bawat hakbang niya paakyat ng hagdan. Ang heels niya, tinanggal na niya halfway through the stairs — parang simbolo ng pagod, hindi lang sa katawan, kundi sa lahat ng nangyari. “Bakit ko ba pinilit ‘tong dinner na ‘to?” bulong niya sa sarili, habang pinupunasan ang luha sa sulok ng mata. Kanina lang, sa harap ng mga kamag-anak ni Evan, tinanong siya ng tita nito kung kailan daw sila magkakaanak. Napangiti lang siya, pilit. Pero nang marinig niya si Evan na sagutin ng, “We’re not really rushing things,” — sa tonong walang emosyon, parang business meeting lang — doon na siya natigilan. Narinig niya ang mga bulungan. “Akala ko ba they love each other that's why they married?” “Mukhang hindi sila close.” At doon na siya tuluyang nasaktan. Pagpasok niya sa kwarto, kinuha niya agad ‘yung clip sa buhok niya at tinapon sa vanity. She didn’t mean to cry — pero ayun, dumalo
The Vows We Never Chose Chapter 9
“Some lies are told not to deceive the world—but to protect a heart n kkot ready to tell the truth.” A week had passed since “the rules” were made. The mansion had grown accustomed to silence—the kind that neither hurt nor healed, just *was*. Arielle kept herself busy with painting and reading; Evan drowned in work. They shared the same roof, the same meals, but not the same world. That peace—thin as glass—shattered one afternoon when a message arrived. Evan was in his office when his phone buzzed. A short text from his father: Father: Dinner. Tonight. Bring your wife. He sighed heavily and rubbed his temple. It wasn’t a request; it was a command. Meanwhile, Arielle was tending to the garden when the housekeeper approached her. “Ma’am, Mr. Evan would like to speak with you,” the woman said politely. Arielle wiped her hands on her apron and nodded. When she entered his office, Evan was standing by the window, his posture tense. “You called me?” she asked gently.
The Vows We Never Chose Chapter 8
"Some promises are made to protect the heart, not to keep it." The following morning felt heavier than usual. The argument from the night before still lingered in the air — unspoken but sharp, like broken glass no one dared to touch. Arielle woke early again, her body moving on habit. She brewed coffee, made breakfast, and arranged the table for two — even though she knew he might not join her. She didn’t expect warmth, not even apology. She just wanted peace. She had almost finished buttering her toast when Evan entered the dining room. Still in his crisp white shirt, eyes unreadable. He didn’t greet her, and she didn’t force one out of him. He sat down across from her, silence stretching between them. After a long moment, he said flatly, “We need to talk.” Her heart tensed, but she met his gaze. “About last night?” “About everything.” He leaned back in his chair, voice low, controlled. “This… marriage. This arrangement. I think we need to set boundaries — rules.” She blinked
The Vows We Never Chose Chapter 7
“Some people build walls to protect themselves — others build them just to see who cares enough to tear them down.” Three days had passed since the wedding, and the Monteverde mansion had returned to its usual quiet — the kind that didn’t comfort, only echoed. Arielle woke up early as she always did. The sun was soft through the curtains, painting golden streaks across the floor. For a moment, she almost forgot everything — the deal, the vows, the expectations. Almost. She tied her hair into a bun and made her way downstairs. The house staff greeted her politely, unsure of how to address her. “Good morning, Ma’am Arielle,” the maid said shyly. Arielle smiled, gentle and genuine. “Just call me Arielle. No need for formalities.” The maid hesitated, then nodded. “Yes, Ma’am— I mean, Arielle.” The young bride laughed softly. She moved toward the kitchen, curious. To her surprise, Evan was already there — sleeves rolled up, phone in hand, speaking in a low, commanding ton
The Vows We Never Chose Chapter 6
“Sometimes silence says more than any vow ever could.” The Monteverde mansion glowed softly under the night sky. Every light was on, every servant alert — as if the house itself was holding its breath for its new occupants. The newlyweds arrived past midnight. The reception was over, the guests gone, but the weight of the day clung to them like perfume that refused to fade. Arielle stepped out of the car first. Her wedding gown had been replaced by a simple silk dress, her veil long gone, her makeup almost worn off. She looked tired — not from the celebration, but from the pretending. Evan followed behind her, his suit jacket slung carelessly over his arm. He looked the same way he always did — calm, collected, unreadable. As the butler opened the door and bowed, he said, “Welcome home, Mr. and Mrs. Monteverde.” The words lingered in the air. Mr. and Mrs. Monteverde. Arielle felt her stomach twist. It sounded beautiful, yet wrong — like wearing someone else’s name befo
The Vows We Never Chose Chapter 5
“Some vows are spoken by the lips, but whispered differently by the heart.” The sound of church bells was supposed to be beautiful. But to Evan Monteverde, it felt like the slow toll of a prison gate closing. He adjusted his tie for what felt like the hundredth time, his reflection staring back from the mirror — neat, composed, emotionless. He had practiced that look for years. The look that said: “I’m fine. I’m in control. I don’t care.” “Sir, the car’s ready,” his assistant said quietly. Evan nodded, brushing a speck of lint from his sleeve. “Let’s get this over with.” He didn’t hate Arielle Santos. In fact, he barely knew her. She was simply… the cost of peace. The price to pay for silence — his father’s silence, the board’s approval, the family’s reputation. "Marry her, and everything stays in order." That’s what Arthur Monteverde had said. And Evan had learned long ago that in their family, love was a luxury no one could afford. The church was full. Every
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