บททั้งหมดของ Vows Of Deception : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Emma’s POVThe tension in the air was suffocating, a heavy weight that pressed down on me as I stood in front of him. Luca. The man I hated, yet the man who seemed to always be in control of every situation. I had spent years trying to distance myself from him, yet here I was, trapped in a life I never asked for, bound to him by something I could never undo. I could feel the pulse of anger in my chest, but beneath it, there was a confusion I could no longer ignore. A part of me… part of me still responded to him, and it sickened me.Luca’s presence was a constant, like a shadow that followed me, and no matter how much I tried to push him away, he always found a way to close the distance between us. The way he looked at me, the way he spoke to me—it was as though he knew everything I was feeling before I could even comprehend it myself. I hated that. I hated that he could read me so well, that he had the power to manipulate me with a single glance, a touch, or a word.As much as I want

Emma’s POVI couldn’t breathe. The air felt thick, suffocating, like it had been infused with his scent, his presence. My mind was racing, a whirlwind of thoughts that I couldn’t seem to stop no matter how hard I tried. Luca had left, but the impact of his words and his touch lingered, hanging in the air like smoke after a fire.“Mine.”The word repeated over and over in my mind. He said it so easily, so confidently, as if it were a simple fact. I wanted to reject it. I wanted to tell myself that it wasn’t true, that he didn’t have the power to claim me. But deep down, I knew I was already caught in his web, tangled in something I couldn’t escape.I wasn’t sure how long I stood there, frozen, trying to make sense of everything that had just happened. The way he’d touched me, the way his words had wrapped around me, how his presence alone had made my body react in ways I hated to admit. I despised him. I hated what he did to me. And yet… I wanted more.It was infuriating.I walked to t

Emma’s POVI couldn't breathe. I could feel Luca's words like a weight on my chest, suffocating me, pushing me deeper into a corner I didn’t know how to escape. Every time I thought I had a grip on my life, every time I convinced myself I could break free from this twisted web we were caught in, he pulled me back. His words. His touch. The way he looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered in the world. It was all too much. It was suffocating.I stepped back, heart pounding in my chest as I tried to steady myself. My body screamed for space, for air, for a release from the tension that had been building between us for weeks. I couldn’t ignore the pull between us. I couldn’t pretend that I didn’t feel something every time he looked at me like that, every time he spoke to me like I was something he could own. But I wasn’t his. I refused to be his.“Don’t walk away from me, Emma,” Luca's voice cut through the silence, low and commanding. His presence, dark and powerful, loomed b

Emma’s POVI couldn’t escape the feeling that I was slowly suffocating. The weight of Luca’s presence in my life—his unyielding power, his cold, calculated nature—was like a dark cloud I couldn’t outrun. Every step I took felt heavier, every breath more labored, and no matter how hard I tried to ignore it, I couldn’t stop the pull toward him.The tension from earlier that day still lingered in the air, thick and oppressive. I hadn’t been able to shake the way he looked at me, the way he seemed to see straight through the walls I had spent so long building. It was as though he knew exactly what I was thinking, every fragile, fleeting thought. Every fear, every doubt.I couldn’t stop replaying the conversation we had. The way he was so confident in his belief that I would eventually be his. That no matter how much I resisted, no matter how much I told myself I wouldn’t fall for his games, he would have me. He said it so casually, as though it were a simple fact. And, damn him, part of m

Emma’s POVI couldn’t breathe. The air around me felt thick, suffocating, as if the walls were closing in. I wanted to pull away, to stop what was happening, but there was no escape. His lips were on mine, possessive and relentless. The kiss was everything I hated about him and yet, at the same time, it was everything I couldn’t deny.I’d always prided myself on my control, on my ability to resist. But in his arms, it was as though that control slipped away like sand through my fingers. The walls I’d spent so long building to protect myself from him were crumbling, and I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t even know if I wanted to.His hands were everywhere—on my face, my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. His kiss deepened, more demanding now, and I couldn’t stop myself from responding. I hated the way my body reacted to him, hated how every inch of me seemed to burn with the need to feel more. I hated how much I wanted to lose myself in him, even when I knew i