บททั้งหมดของ Vows Of Deception : บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

Emma’s POVThe silence between us was suffocating, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was different—this kind of silence felt like a pause, a breath before something else. Something bigger. Something that had the potential to change everything. I still wasn’t sure how I felt about him. About us. But after what happened in the last few weeks, I was starting to understand. Things had shifted, but I wasn’t sure yet if that shift was enough to undo everything.I stood by the window, the moonlight spilling across the room, casting long shadows. Outside, the city was still, as if waiting for the next move in a game that was far from over. I could feel Luca’s presence behind me. It wasn’t physical, not yet anyway, but there was an energy that stretched between us, an invisible thread that pulled at me, tugged at my resolve.For the longest time, I had pushed him away. Not physically—no, that wasn’t an option anymore. But emotionally? I had distanced myself, built walls around my heart because I

Luca’s POVIt was a quiet kind of tension, the kind that makes you second-guess every step you take. Every word you speak. I could feel it in the air, hanging thick and heavy like the storm clouds I had learned to read so well in my years of controlling everything around me. But this—this was different. I wasn’t in control of it. Not anymore. And that, more than anything, unsettled me.She hadn’t said much. Not since I sat down across from her. Not since the first words of vulnerability left my mouth, words I never thought I’d be forced to say. But I’d said them. And now, here we were, caught between the fragile thread of what could be and the heavy weight of what had already happened. I was willing to meet her halfway, I was willing to give her the time she needed. But what if she needed more than I could give?I shifted in my seat, watching her eyes dart away from mine. The lines of uncertainty were etched so deeply into her face now, like a permanent scar she wasn’t sure how to hea

Luca's POVI could still feel her presence in the room, lingering like smoke long after she had gone. Emma had walked away, but the weight of her words had settled in my chest, a heavy reminder that things could never be as simple as I wanted them to be. There was a part of me that believed we could move forward together, but she wasn’t ready. She wasn’t ready to trust me. She wasn’t ready to forget all the things I had done to her.I stood at the door for a moment, my hand still hovering over the handle, but I couldn’t bring myself to turn back. The silence between us had become a wall, thicker than ever, and I wasn’t sure how to break it down. I wasn’t used to this kind of rejection, especially from someone who had once been my everything.I didn’t know what I expected when I had told her the truth, when I had tried to show her a side of me that I thought she could trust. But I had underestimated the depth of her pain. She wasn’t just angry at me; she was scared. Scared that I would

Luca's POVThe tension in the air felt heavier than it had in days, suffocating me with each passing minute. Emma had asked for time, and for once, I was going to give it to her. The selfish part of me—the one that still longed to close the gap between us and erase the pain of the past—wanted to push, to demand things move forward. But I had learned my lesson the hard way. No more rushing, no more pressing her for answers or action. She was right. She needed space, and I was going to respect that. But that didn’t make the waiting any easier.I leaned against the doorframe, watching her from across the room. She was standing by the window, her back to me, as the soft glow of the evening light bathed her in warmth. Even from this distance, I could feel the pull between us, an invisible thread that tethered me to her, no matter how much I tried to resist it.It had been days since that conversation, the one where she told me she wasn’t sure about us. Days that had felt like weeks. I hadn

Luca’s POVI stood in the doorway, watching Emma as she moved around the kitchen, her presence consuming every inch of the space. It was almost too much to take in. How many times had I found myself in this position, silently observing her, unsure of what the future held but knowing that she was the one constant I could rely on?Her pregnancy had shifted something between us. I could feel the change in the air. Not just because of the child we were expecting, but because of the subtle, quiet intimacy that had begun to envelop our relationship. It wasn’t the fiery passion we’d once known—though that still flickered beneath the surface—but something deeper, something that tethered us together. It was the unspoken promise of loyalty, of building something lasting. Together.I’d never been the type to wear my heart on my sleeve. I didn’t show vulnerability, not the way other men might. But with Emma, it was different.The silence between us was comfortable now. No longer thick with uncert