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Chapter 6

Author: hamogngbuwan
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-29 14:27:00

“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 Her wedding gown had been replaced by a simple silk dress, her veil long gone, her makeup almost worn off.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
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  • 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 Her wedding gown had been replaced by a simple silk dress, her veil long gone, her makeup almost worn off.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

  • The Vows We Never Chose    Chapter 4

    “Sometimes the most beautiful days hide the most painful truths" The morning of the wedding came like a dream Arielle didn’t want to wake up from — not because it was perfect, but because it didn’t feel real. The mansion was filled with the hum of preparations — hair stylists rushing in, florists arranging white roses, and distant chatter echoing through the halls. Everyone was smiling. Everyone was excited. Everyone but her. Arielle sat quietly in front of her vanity mirror, the soft glow of the lights reflecting her pale face. Her wedding gown hung near the window, swaying gently as the breeze entered. It was beautiful — intricate lace, delicate beadwork, and a long, flowing train that shimmered like morning dew. But as she looked at it, her chest tightened. It wasn’t hers. “Ma, it’s too much,” she whispered as her mother entered, eyes already glistening with emotion. Celina smiled softly, brushing a strand of Arielle’s hair away. “Anak, today is your day. You deserve to look

  • The Vows We Never Chose    Chapter 3

    “Some promises are made in silence, but fate always hears them.” Arielle stood in front of the mirror, her hands cold against the lace fabric of the dress her mother insisted she try on. The soft ivory gown shimmered faintly under the light — elegant, timeless, and entirely wrong. It wasn’t that she hated the dress. She just couldn’t see herself in it — couldn’t imagine walking down an aisle toward a man she barely knew, a man who looked at her as if love was something he’d already outgrown. Her mother, Celina, fussed over her veil, eyes misty. “Anak, you look beautiful,” she whispered. “You’ll make your lola proud.” Arielle forced a smile. “Ma, hindi ko pa nga siya pinapakasalan.” “Soon,” Celina said softly, smoothing the fabric near her shoulders. “We may not have much, but this union... it gives us a future.” Future. Arielle wanted to believe that word still meant something — that it wasn’t just a pretty disguise for debt and sacrifice. Across the city, Evan stood in fron

  • The Vows We Never Chose    Chapter 2

    “Some cages are made of gold. And some chains, of family expectations.” The Monteverde mansion was always silent — not the peaceful kind of silence, but the kind that felt heavy, controlled, and rehearsed. Every sound, every footstep, every breath seemed to echo authority. And at the heart of it all stood Evan Monteverde, twenty-eight years old — the only son, the heir, and the perfect embodiment of what his father built: power, precision, and pride.From the moment he could walk, he was trained not to feel — only to perform. His father once told him, “Feelings are weaknesses, Evan. A true leader doesn’t feel — he decides.” And for years, Evan obeyed. Until now. That morning, the grand study was filled with the faint smell of old books and bourbon. Arthur Monteverde sat behind his mahogany desk, scanning financial reports. Evan stood opposite him, expression unreadable but tense. “You didn’t tell me you were arranging my marriage,” Evan began, his tone calm but edged. Art

  • The Vows We Never Chose    Chapter 1

    “Sometimes, love doesn’t arrive with flowers. Sometimes, it begins with a deal.”Arielle Santos, twenty-four years old, had always believed that life was something you paint for yourself — stroke by stroke, dream by dream. She grew up in a modest home in Quezon City, the eldest daughter of Manuel and Liza Santos, two hardworking parents who did everything to provide for their children.She wasn’t born rich, but she was born with color.Her small world was filled with the smell of oil paint, sketches pinned on walls, and quiet afternoons spent chasing sunsets with her brush. To Arielle, art wasn’t just a hobby — it was her language, her escape, her way of finding meaning in chaos.But that meaning crumbled on one ordinary evening — the night her parents asked her to sit down.“Arielle,” her father began, his voice heavy, “we need to talk.”Those words — simple but sharp — made her heart flutter with unease. Her mother sat beside him, eyes soft but nervous. The dinner table was set, but

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