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Me. And guess whatās over???? The Sinclair SoirĆ©e. I cannot believe it spanned 24 chapters, and I cannot believe you survived all of them? Whats more, I canāt believe you sat through 84 chapters of Leonel and Ava. Thoughts? You guys know Iām obsessed with reading your comments. Anyway. Iām happy to announce that the First Part of These Reckless Vows has officially come to an end, and Iād be lying if I told you I havenāt 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 ā¤ļø Donāt worry, Iām not going to make a whole separate book. PART 2 will be continuing after this authorās 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 yāall to the moon and back, and without further delay, I present to you⦠THESE RECKLESS VOWS: THE BILLIONAIRES BRIDE - PART 2Ava ~~~ I donāt think Iāve ever felt this sick before. āAva, you look as white as a ghost. Jesus, let me get you some water.ā Nicco says, but Iām not looking at him. Iām looking at all the things Iām hastily shoving into my bag so I can get the hell out of here. Leonel has needed me for some time and Iāve been here, playing around. Well, my priorities are back in order, even if my things are a mess around me. My mouth has never get this dry from distress. I reach to quickly apply some lipbalm, but grimace the moment the stick I picked mushes on my lip. āLipstick,ā I grumble, wiping it off as I toss the red stick in my bag. Everything packed, I whip around to make my exit, but right as I do, a wet chill spills down my shirt and I yelp. Nicco is standing right in front of me, his lips in an āoā shape, and the glass he was holding is now half-empty, the other half soaking into my t-shirt and bra. Oh Lord, kill me now. āNicco what the hell!ā I cry, backing away into the
Ava ~~~ Nicco's face inches closer but Iām still frozen. My hands are pressed so firmly on the ground that they feel like an anchor, and because of them, I can't move. It's easier to blame them than my stupid brain, refusing to remind my legs how to get off this hard mahogany floor and fucking walk. His minty breath tickles my nose, the smell so familiar that it feels comfortable. It's the same toothpaste Leonel uses probably, the one Iāve tasted a million times before, and if I donāt make a decision, I will taste it for the millionth and one time. āNicco.ā I finally muster the word in a breathy whisper, but it doesnāt stop his slow leaning into me. Finally, when his nose bumps mine, the human touch must spark some sense into my misfiring head, because I jerk back like his touch is fire. I feel a hard crack at the back of my head, followed by a blinding flash of pain that has me yelping. āOh, fuck!ā Nicco finally gasps, snapping out of his lust-filled trance, but Iām in too m
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Leonel ~~~ I stare at the picture. Ava with messy hair. Ava with messy lipstick. Ava in that messy sweatshirt. Ava being messy. My hand shakes as my eyes stay locked on the picture longer than they should, but every time I try to look away, I see her in my vision anyway. āBoss?ā Oliver says slowly, āAre you good?ā How can I be, when no matter what I do I can see my fiancĆ©e dressed in another manās clothes, leaving her hotel room as if sheās committed some major crime. āYou need to see this,ā I say lowly, handing the phone to him without moving my face. I feel him take it out of my hand, and for a long moment, silence fills the space. I expect him to yell, or curse, or react like he did when it was Madisonās cheating picture, but Oliver only meets my quietness with his own. I donāt know how much time passes before Oliver says gently, āWe donāt know this means she did anything, I mean⦠this is Ava weāre talking about.ā Is he being serious? Finally, I explode, āS
Leonel ~~~ It's clear: Jaxon Pierce thinks I'm an idiot. "You must be out of your goddamn mind if you think I will ever leave Ava for you" I growl at him. "I only gave you a choice, Sinclair: You either give up the girl or the business. Pick one." My hands shake from the force of my clutching the phone, "You're going to pay for this Jaxon." I can picture his sleazy smile as he replies, "Well, Leonel, whatever I use to pay will be from your business. So really, who loses?" The bastard doesn't give me a second to reply before I hear the beep of the ended call. I stare at my phone like it's a bomb, a second from going off. What do I do? How do I handle this? My head throbs as I keep looking down at the blank screen, hoping it will open again and reveal that this has all been some sick prank. Beside me, Oliver's body heat keeps me steady. I turn to him to find his golden eyes expectant, and I sigh from not having any good news to tell him. "The bastard wants me to br
Ava ~~~Of all the stupid. Insane. Befuddling things Iāve heard, that theory really beats them all. Obviously, thereās so much wrong with what Nicco just said, number one being that itās been years since all this went down. What, does Nicco think police didnāt have the bright idea to trace the river? Second, if dad ran away with Hayden, why not just come back with the boy or report Jaxon? Why hide?Why still abandon me? āItās not a great idea,ā I mumble, still a little heady from the press of Niccoās soft palms to my face. āThere arenāt going to be many great ideas at this point, but following the river is a shot. God, if I had the chance to find my dad Iād-ā He stops. His eyes dart away from me for a moment before he looks back, Irises watery, and I feel a tinge of sadness for him. āNiccoā¦ā He steps back a little, plastering on his I ām-a-charming-millionaire smile. I donāt even remember the last time I saw it on him. I didnāt realise how much pain it masks. Final