LOGINShare
Chapter 7
publish date:
2026-07-10 13:00:51
Latest chapter
Toxic Vows, Filthy Pleasures Chapter 39
Ava POVI couldn't sleep after seeing Lucas in the library.The image of him on the floor, crying in a language I didn't understand, stayed with me like a bruise. I wandered the house for hours, my mind spinning, trying to piece together the fragments of who he really was. The scar. The language. The grief. None of it fit with the quiet, steady man I thought I knew.By the time the clock struck three, I'd given up on rest. I made my way to the greenhouse, drawn by the smell of damp earth and the promise of solitude. It was the only place in the house that didn't feel like a cage.I pushed open the glass door and stepped inside. The air was warm and humid, thick with the scent of roses and wet soil. Moonlight filtered through the panes, casting silver patterns on the stone floor. It was beautiful, in a fragile way. Like everything in my life these days, it felt like it could shatter at any moment.
Toxic Vows, Filthy Pleasures Chapter 38
Ava POVThe days after the war council blurred together. We worked from dawn until midnight—planning, researching, preparing for the gala. Lucas spent hours at the table with blueprints spread out before him. Damien made calls to contacts I'd never met, his voice low and guarded. Marcus drilled the security team, pushing them harder than ever.I was given a role too. Lucas had insisted on it."You need to be able to defend yourself," he'd said. "If something goes wrong at the gala, you can't rely on us to reach you in time."So we trained. Every afternoon, in the library, with the furniture pushed back and the rugs rolled up. Lucas taught me pressure points, escape holds, how to break a grip, how to use an attacker's weight against them. He was patient but firm, correcting my stance, adjusting my hands, never raising his voice.It was during one of these sessions that I saw
Toxic Vows, Filthy Pleasures Chapter 37
Ava POVThe library felt different that night. The broken window had been boarded up, the glass swept away. The books still stood on their shelves, silent witnesses to everything that had happened. But something had changed. The room no longer felt like a hiding place. It felt like a war room.I stood at the head of the long table, my hands flat on the wood. The invitation sat in front of me, its black paper stark against the polished surface. Around the table, the three men waited. Marcus to my right, his arms crossed, his face unreadable. Damien to my left, slouched in his chair, his fingers drumming against his thigh. Lucas across from me, still and watchful, like he always was.I took a breath. "I called this meeting because we need to be clear about how we're doing this. All of us."Marcus raised an eyebrow. "We're doing this?""Yes." I met his eyes. "We. Together. As equals
Toxic Vows, Filthy Pleasures Chapter 36
Ava POVTwo days passed. Two days of lockdown, of whispered arguments in hallways, of meals eaten in silence while the security team patrolled the grounds. The bracelet stayed on my wrist. I caught Marcus staring at it more than once, his jaw tight, his eyes full of something I couldn't name. Fear, maybe. Or anger. Or both.Damien avoided me. Not completely—he was always nearby, always watching—but he kept his distance in a way that felt deliberate. Like he was afraid to get too close. Lucas was the only one who acted normal, if normal was even possible anymore. He spent hours in the library, going through the files we'd found, cross-referencing names and dates, trying to build a map of Margot's network.Then the invitation came.I was in the kitchen, nursing a cup of cold coffee, when one of the security guards knocked on the back door. He held a black envelope in his gloved hand.
Toxic Vows, Filthy Pleasures Chapter 35
Ava POVMorning came slow and gray, the kind of light that made everything look tired. I woke in Marcus's bed, still wearing his shirt from the night before. My body ached in places I didn't want to think about. My eyes were swollen from crying. My chest felt hollow.Marcus was already awake, standing by the window with his back to me. He'd pulled on his pants but nothing else. The scars on his shoulders caught the pale light, silver lines against his skin. He looked like a man carrying too much weight.Neither of us spoke. What was there to say? We'd spent the night clinging to each other like drowning people, trying to find something solid in the wreckage. It hadn't fixed anything. But it had kept us breathing.The door creaked open. Lucas stood in the hallway, his face drawn and serious. "There's something at the front gate."Marcus turned. "What kind of something?"&nb
Toxic Vows, Filthy Pleasures Chapter 34
Damien POVThe house settled into silence around midnight.I waited until Marcus's breathing evened out in the chair by the window. Waited until Lucas stopped shifting in the hallway, his back against the wall, his gun resting on his knee. Waited until the only sound left was the old grandfather clock ticking somewhere in the dark.Then I moved.My feet knew the floorboards by heart. Which ones creaked, which ones stayed silent. I'd learned it the first week we'd been here, back when this felt like a mission and not a life. Back when Ava was just a target and I was just a man doing a job.Things were different now. Everything was different.I slipped out through the service door near the kitchen. The lock clicked softly behind me. The night air hit my face, cold and sharp, smelling like wet grass and diesel from the security patrols Marcus had running the per
You may also like
A Life Debt Repaid
Cheng Xiaocheng1.1M viewsHIRED AS A BILLIONAIRE'S WIFE
Rossy692.8K viewsCan't Win Me Back
Ginger Sue3.0M viewsOn Her Daddy’s Bed!
Xee write682.6K viewsTHE BILLIONAIRE'S APPRENTICE BRIDE
Eddyjax59 viewsDear Ex-Husband, The Quadruplets Are Mine
Mira Sterling87 viewsMY EX-HUSBAND IS ALIVE AND WANTS ME BACK
Frevina 29 viewsHis Heir My Lost Son
Glow's Ink32 views
