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Chapter 173

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LATE NIGHT

The garden glowed under the soft silver wash of moonlight. Crickets sang quietly in the bushes, and a gentle breeze stirred the leaves overhead, rustling through the night like a whispered secret. A small round table sat tucked beneath the shady canopy of a creeping bougainvillea. Its lantern flickered faintly, casting a warm golden hue over Zara and Regan as they sat together—barefoot, relaxed, wrapped in the stillness of the night.

Two steaming mugs rested between them, the subtle aroma of chamomile drifting up like comfort in the air. Zara curled one leg beneath her as she took a sip, her loose hair falling over her shoulder. She looked peaceful—settled in a way that came only after months of storm.

REGAN

(softly)

You’re going to shine tomorrow. I can already see it.

ZARA

(smiling)

I still get butterflies. Every time. But it’s the good kind now.

REGAN

Those are the best kind. Means you still care.

She looked at him for a long beat, her eyes warm.

ZARA

I do. About everyth
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  • The reluctant vow   Chapter 174

    REGAN & ZARA’S ROOM – SHORTLY AFTERSoft morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting golden lines across the floor. The air smelled faintly of cologne and freshly laundered sheets. Zara stood near the dresser, adjusting the belt of her wrap top, her hands moving with practiced ease as she checked her reflection in the mirror.Behind her, Regan sat on the edge of the bed, his shoulders slouched, elbows resting on his knees. His fingers moved to his temples, massaging them slowly, a faint crease forming between his brows.ZARA(turning halfway)You okay?Regan didn’t answer immediately. He blinked, like he was trying to focus on something that kept slipping away.REGAN(low, almost murmured)I don’t know… I just feel off. A little dizzy. Like I stood up too fast… but it won’t go away.Zara’s expression shifted instantly, worry creeping into her eyes. She walked over, kneeling slightly to meet his gaze. Her hands reached for his wrists, lowering them gently from his face.

  • The reluctant vow   Chapter 173

    LATE NIGHTThe garden glowed under the soft silver wash of moonlight. Crickets sang quietly in the bushes, and a gentle breeze stirred the leaves overhead, rustling through the night like a whispered secret. A small round table sat tucked beneath the shady canopy of a creeping bougainvillea. Its lantern flickered faintly, casting a warm golden hue over Zara and Regan as they sat together—barefoot, relaxed, wrapped in the stillness of the night.Two steaming mugs rested between them, the subtle aroma of chamomile drifting up like comfort in the air. Zara curled one leg beneath her as she took a sip, her loose hair falling over her shoulder. She looked peaceful—settled in a way that came only after months of storm.REGAN(softly)You’re going to shine tomorrow. I can already see it.ZARA(smiling)I still get butterflies. Every time. But it’s the good kind now.REGANThose are the best kind. Means you still care.She looked at him for a long beat, her eyes warm.ZARAI do. About everyth

  • The reluctant vow   Chapter 172

    ZARA’S BEDROOM – AFTERNOONThe afternoon light filtered softly through the white curtains, casting delicate patterns on the tiled floor of Zara’s bedroom. The quiet hum of the air conditioner filled the space with a gentle rhythm, matching the slow, measured rise and fall of Zara’s breath. She lay curled up on her side atop the bed, her body tucked beneath a lightweight throw, eyes fixed on her phone screen as her thumb moved lazily from post to post.The stillness of the room wrapped around her like a fragile cocoon, broken only by the occasional chirp from her device.Her phone buzzed suddenly, cutting through the silence. The screen lit up with a familiar name—Kemi.Zara’s lips curved into a small, genuine smile. The warmth in her eyes stirred something that had been lying dormant all morning. She swiped to answer, voice still drowsy but brightening.ZARA(grinning)Hey, manager of the year.A burst of laughter rang through the receiver, followed by Kemi’s lively voice, infused wit

  • The reluctant vow   Chapter 171

    ZARA & REGAN’S KITCHEN – EVENINGThe kitchen glowed in warm amber light. The overhead fixtures cast soft halos onto the marble countertop, and the faint sizzle of sautéing onions filled the space. Regan stood by the stove, sleeves rolled up, focused, but relaxed. He stirred something in a wide pan, the aroma rich with garlic, butter, and thyme.Zara sat at the island, one hand supporting her chin, the other slowly spinning a half-empty glass of water in small, lazy circles. Her eyes were distant, but not heavy. The day had been full—interviews, phone calls, posts, and too many notifications to count. But here, now, the chaos felt paused.ZARA(half-laughing, tired)Who knew motherhood and modeling would make breaking news?(pause)I feel like I just posted a picture, Regan. I didn’t cure cancer.Regan turned slightly, glancing over his shoulder with a half-smile that reached his eyes.REGANYou did more than post a picture. You gave people something real. That’s rare these days.He tu

  • The reluctant vow   Chapter 170

    ZARA’S INSTAGRAM LIVE – LATE NIGHTThe room was dim, quiet—just the gentle hum of a fan in the corner and the soft flicker of a single candle Zara had lit beside her laptop. She sat cross-legged on the floor of the living room, in one of Regan’s oversized hoodies and her favorite old pajama bottoms. Her face was bare. No lashes. No gloss. Just her.The phone leaned against a stack of books, angled just right to capture her in that warm pocket of candlelight. She tapped the screen, and the red circle blinked to life.Live.Zara_Kareem has gone live.Viewers: 48… 96… 212… 402…The numbers rose, but Zara barely glanced at them. She tucked a loose curl behind her ear, exhaled slowly, and smiled—not the dazzling, camera-ready smile, but the small, unsure one. The kind that only surfaces when someone is doing something new, something honest.She leaned closer, resting her arms on her knees.ZARA“Hey… I wasn’t sure I’d do this tonight. I’ve been sitting here for, like… thirty minutes just s

  • The reluctant vow   Chapter 169

    PERSONAL INVESTIGATOR’S OFFICE – NIGHTThe city outside hummed with its usual night rhythm—distant car horns, the occasional dog bark, a motorcycle whirring past. But inside the modest, dimly lit office tucked behind a nondescript gate in a quieter part of town, the world felt slowed. Almost still.Regan sat in a high-backed leather chair opposite a wide desk cluttered with manila folders, an old desktop monitor, and two steaming mugs of black coffee. He didn’t touch his. His elbows rested on his knees, fingers laced loosely, eyes trained on the man across from him.The Private Investigator—mid-fifties, bald, wire-rimmed glasses slipping to the tip of his nose—tapped the edge of a tablet screen, rotating it slightly so Regan could see.A digital map lit up in low light mode. A dot blinked. Faint red.PI“That’s where the message pinged from. Not exact—it bounced off two towers before we caught the last trace. But the origin zone’s tight enough.”Regan leaned in, his jaw tightening. Th

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