“You're a long way from safe, Miss Allard,” he whispers, his fingers tracing the strap of my bra until I shiver. "If you want to turn around, I’d suggest you do so now.” I stare up at him, watching as his dilated grey eyes dip to my cleavage. “Where will I go, Mr. Sinclair?” I ask, pulling him closer until our lips are inches apart. “Where can I go that you won’t find me?” **** 24 year old Ava Jade Allard has a few problems, but like most issues, there’s nothing a little money can't fix. So when Ava attends an art show to sell a few of her paintings to some of the richest, high-society members of New York, she’s sure she can kill two birds with one very rich stone. In and out, just like she hoped. But New York seems set on eating Ava whole, and as one mess leads to another, she finds herself in the arms of Billionaire Leonel Sinclair, a ruthless CEO who is still dealing with the consequences of a scandal he was entangled in 4 years ago. Now more desperate than when she started, Ava reluctantly turns to this stone-cold, terrifying, but somehow insanely hot Billionaire to help her set right what was wronged 4 years ago, while somehow doing the same for him, and with one contract marriage, Ava signs away her single status, anonymity and possibly her soul. Will this contract fix the manytraumatic wrongs of her past, or will Ava crumble under the weight of her grey-eyed, stoic CEO, whom she seems less and less able to keep her body and heart away from with each passing day? What happens when Ava agrees to these reckless vows and emerges as the Billionaire’s Bride?
View MoreHi guys ❣️ These Reckless Vows is taking a pause… again. I’ll be making some revision over the next week to make the book bigger and better for all of you, but I promise the main plot stays the same. Love you, see you soon ❤️
Leonel ~~~ There are not many things that piss me off as deeply as the sound of Genevieve Garrish’s name. The woman who was right at the heart of my divorce, pushing every single one of Madison’s lies worldwide. I’ve been waiting for her to pounce on this new story, to use my father’s downfall as the chance to bring me low a second time, but for two weeks, she hasn’t said a word, even as other media outlets picked up the story. Maybe the reason for her delay is the same reason for her visit. “Your home is lovely.” She says, her award-winning smile plastered on her face. But I’m in no mood for pleasantries, not now, and especially not with her. “Is there a reason you’re in my home, Garrish?” I snarl, refusing to lean back in my seat. If I rest for even a second I might not be sharp enough to find Ava when we finally get a lead. The smile leaves her lying face, and in its place is the cold-hearted stare of a business woman. “I heard about your father’s arrest.” she sa
Leonel ~~~ There are 50 states in America, and I can’t find Ava in a single one. “Check it again!” I bark at Ryan as he shakily informs me that the search in Washington DC yielded nothing. She’s not been found in Washington. She wasn’t found in NYC. Not Pennsylvania or California or Utah or Minnesota or Florida or any other fucking city I’ve had my men sweep through. It’s like she vanished into thin air. One second finally telling me she loved me, and the next out of sight forever. I yank at my hair, not even wincing from the pain radiating off my scalp. It has become more sensitive over the past 2 weeks from my constant pulling, but I’ve grown to like the pain. When I feel like spiraling, it centers me. “Mr Sinclair.” Ryan says carefully, “It’s not like we aren’t all desperate to find Ms Allard, we just worry what all these national searches are doing for your reputation, especially since your father’s trial has begun.” I know what Ryan means. Having my men sweep th
Oliver - 2 Weeks Later - ~~~ Let’s do a little recap, shall we? Two weeks ago, my boss threw the party to end all parties. An event loved by many, and envied by many more. The father fucking Sinclair Soirée. Well, Leonel’s father isn’t the only thing The Soirée fucked over. It led to the asshole’s arrest, Jaxon’s imprisonment, James dead, Leonel’s reputation still on the verge of collapse, but in a new way, and Ava… gone. That last one is the thing we’re all struggling to cope with the most. When the lights came on and Ava was no where to be found, Leonel nearly lost his damn mind. He ordered his men into the room, demanding they tell him where Ava and that psycho Riley went. “We didn’t see them.” Alaric insisted, and I swear the man nearly had tears in his eyes, “we didn’t see anything. The room was pitch black, it didn’t make any sense.” “So how the fuck did my fiancée escape with her psychotic half-sister in the dark when no one else could see?” Leonel roared,
GUESS WHO’S BACK?! Me. And guess what’s over???? The Sinclair Soirée. I cannot believe it spanned 24 chapters, and I cannot believe you survived all of them? Whats more, I can’t believe you sat through 84 chapters of Leonel and Ava. Thoughts? You guys know I’m obsessed with reading your comments. Anyway. I’m happy to announce that the First Part of These Reckless Vows has officially come to an end, and I’d be lying if I told you I haven’t shed a tear or 500. Thank you for making my first writing experience one to remember. Completing this first part could only be made possible because of all of you ❤️ Don’t worry, I’m not going to make a whole separate book. PART 2 will be continuing after this author’s note. What do you guys want to see in it? Do you think Ava made the right choice? What about Leonel? Let me know in the comments, and as always, whatever you guys want to see, ask me, and it might be given to you. Love y’all to the moon and back, and without further delay, I
Ava ~~~I always planned how I’d aim my first gun.It would have been pointed at Jaxon, and he’d have his hands up as he apologized over and over for ruining my life, for making me stay on the run more years than were necessary.I wouldn’t shoot him, but I would make him beg for his life, his happiness, the same way he has made me beg for mine over the years.What I never thought would happen when I aimed my first gun was that it would be at my billionaire fiancé, looking at me like I already shot him.“Do it,” I hear Riley say, desperation thick in her voice. She hasn’t said the true reason why she hates him, nor has she told us exactly how Leonel took her sister from her, but I’ve heard and seen enough of Leonel to know there’s no more justifying any of him behavior.“Ava,” he says, his grey eyes still fixed on me the way he looked at me when he told me he loved me. I hate him. I hate him for giving me that look even now.My hand shakes where it’s aimed at his chest, and the prickl
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