บททั้งหมดของ Vows Of Deception : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Chapter 11: Emma’s POVThe room was silent, eerily so, after Luca stormed out. I stood by the door, still shaken, my chest rising and falling as I tried to steady my breath. My body was at war with itself, my mind battling the overwhelming pull Luca had on me. My skin still tingled where his hands had been, the roughness of his touch lingering like a brand.I hated him.I despised him for his control over me, his taking without permission, and his treating me as nothing but his belonging. However, within me lurked a deceitful side that couldn't ignore the powerful bond between us and how my body reacted to him despite my internal anger. I hugged myself tightly, attempting to rid myself of his presence, but it proved futile. What is the most dreadful aspect? I had given permission for it. Each time, I promised myself I would resist and push him away, but in the end, I allowed him to overpower me. And, with God's help, I desired it. "Fucking pull yourself together , Emma," I murmured a

Chapter 13: Emma’s POVI opened my eyes feeling a weight in my stomach, the memories from the night before hitting me like a never-ending wave. My body was in pain, a result of Luca's harsh touch and the increasing unspoken tension between us during each meeting. I pulled the sheets tighter around me, trying to push the memory away, but it was useless. Every inch of my skin still remembered the way he’d taken me, claimed me without asking.Anger flared up inside me as I thought about it. Why did he behave towards me in that manner? As if I were just a thing to be utilized and abandoned as he pleases. I couldn't stand him. Or, at the very least, that was my desire. However, the issue was that my body had let me down. Despite my strong dislike for his actions and his controlled behavior towards me, I still had a part of me that desired him and his actions. It was nonsensical. I need to resist more, struggle against this suffocating marriage, but whenever Luca touched me or gazed at me

Chapter 15: Emma’s POVLuca's kiss made me experience sensations of intense heat and cold simultaneously. His lips were insistent and unyielding, and despite my desire to resist, my body once again let me down. I despised that trait in him - the tug, the overpowering strength that caused me to abandon all logic. After the kiss, I couldn't breathe and he removed his hand from my chin, I stared at him angrily, feeling my anger simmering just below the surface. "I can't continue behaving like this," I stated, my voice trembling despite my efforts to keep it calm. "You cannot simply behave as if you possess me." Luca’s blue eyes narrowed slightly, a glint of amusement dancing in them. “I don’t need to act, Emma. You know exactly what this is.”I pulled my chin away from his hold and took a step back, creating some necessary space between us. I could feel my heart thumping in my chest, my feelings a jumbled mix of anger and an unidentified emotion I didn't want to confront. The atmospher

Chapter 17: Emma's POVI lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my heart still racing from the encounter with Luca. The silence in the room was deafening, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside me. I hated him. I hated how he controlled everything, how he made me feel powerless in my own life.But most of all, I hated how my body betrayed me every single time he touched me.The way his hands had gripped me earlier, the roughness, the dominance… It was everything I despised, but somehow, my body craved it. It was as though I had no control over myself when he was near, and that infuriated me. I didn’t want to be one of those women—submissive and powerless under a man’s touch—but with Luca, it was different. He took what he wanted, and I hated that deep down, some twisted part of me wanted it too.I shifted uncomfortably in the bed, pulling the covers tighter around me as if that could shield me from the thoughts swirling in my head. I needed to get out of here. Away from him, away f

Chapter 19(Emma’s POV)Long after Luca had hurried out, I was still in the library, the sound of the door slamming echoing through the still space. I detested myself because his kiss still made my lips tingle. He made me feel confined, helpless, and worst of all, alive, and I detested that. I placed my fingers to my lips, trembling my hands as if I could erase the memory of his touch. However, despite my best efforts, the fire he started would not go out. He was utterly annoying, controlling, and smothering. However, beneath the layers of hate and anger, somewhere deep within me, was a horrible truth: every time he got close, my body betrayed me. It made me hate him.I grabbed the nearest book off the table and hurled it across the room. It hit the far wall with a dull thud, the sound breaking the oppressive silence.“How dare he,” I muttered to myself, pacing the length of the room. “How dare he think he owns me.”Because that’s what this was to him—a game of control. A sick, twis