Lahat ng Kabanata ng Vows Of Deception : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Emma’s POVI could still feel the ghost of Luca’s touch on my skin, the imprint of his dominance lingering in every part of me, even though I was far from him now. It was like a storm had passed through me, leaving nothing but chaos and a strange sense of longing that I refused to acknowledge. I hated him. I hated everything about what he was and what he did to me. But deep down, there was a part of me—an unwilling part—that didn’t feel as repulsed as I should have.I clenched my fists as I stood in the privacy of my room, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My body, my mind—everything seemed like it didn’t belong to me anymore. There were pieces of me, fragments of myself, that had been altered by him, and it terrified me. The last few weeks felt like a blur of rage, fear, and inexplicable desire. I couldn’t look at him without wanting to push him away and pull him closer at the same time.I ran my fingers through my hair, my mind racing. I was trapped. There was no escaping Luca

Emma’s POVI stood frozen in place, my chest heaving with every breath, as Luca’s words echoed in my mind. You’re mine. You’ll never leave.His voice was like a heavy weight pressing down on me, filling my thoughts until I could barely think for myself. It wasn’t just the words he said; it was how he said them. How his lips had crushed against mine, how his touch had burned every inch of my skin. My body had betrayed me. It had responded to him in ways I couldn’t control, and I hated myself for it. I hated him, too.But the worst part? Part of me wanted it. Part of me needed it, even though I was repulsed by that thought.I had fought him every step of the way, resisted with everything in me, but it never seemed to matter. He always won. Always found a way to break through my walls, to push past my defenses. I was weak.No, I told myself firmly, I am not weak. I’m not like him.But that wasn’t true, was it?I looked at myself in the mirror, studying the flushed face staring back at me

Emma's POV: I don’t know how I got here, standing in this cold, silent room, staring at the man who’s ruined every semblance of peace I ever had. My heart races in my chest, as if it knows that even my mind can’t make sense of what’s happening anymore. Every time I think I’ve reached the end, Luca drags me back in—his hold, his presence, suffocating.I’m so angry. I hate him. I hate what he’s done to me, to my life. He’s taken everything I knew and twisted it into something dark, something dangerous. Yet, as much as I tell myself I won’t let him win, I feel the walls inside me start to crumble, piece by piece. His touch—his ruthless kiss—lingers on my skin, impossible to ignore, impossible to forget.It wasn’t supposed to be this way. When I was forced into this marriage, I imagined it would be cold. Detached. A business arrangement with no emotions involved. But that’s not what happened.No, Luca has a way of getting under my skin, burrowing deep until I can’t tell what’s real anymo

Emma’s POVI hate him. I hate everything about him. The way he walks into a room like he owns it, the way his cold eyes follow me, like he’s constantly assessing, weighing, and measuring my every move. But most of all, I hate how he makes me feel—how he’s able to tear down the walls I’ve spent my whole life building, reducing me to a mess of contradictions.One minute, I’m furious with him. The next, I’m filled with an anger that burns so hot it consumes me. And all the while, something inside me—the part I wish would just die—responds to him in ways I can’t control.I know it’s wrong. I know I should want nothing to do with him. But every time I close my eyes, I can feel the heat of his touch, the roughness of his kiss, and my body betrays me. I feel the ache deep inside me, the ache he ignited with just one kiss. One kiss that should’ve made me recoil, that should’ve sent me running far away, but didn’t.No. I stood there. And I kissed him back. Hard. And I hated myself for it.I s

Emma’s POVI hate him. I hate him for the way he makes me feel. The way his presence alone stirs something inside me—something I’m trying so hard to ignore. It’s impossible. I hate how he looks at me, how he touches me, how every word he says drives me to the brink of madness. He is everything I despise, and yet I can’t bring myself to completely hate him. Not the way I should.The feeling sits heavy in my chest, suffocating me. He’s right. I can’t deny it. No matter how much I try to convince myself that I’m in control of my emotions, every moment with him proves how wrong I am. He knows it. The bastard knows it.I can still feel his fingers on my skin, the way he forced me to look at him, forcing me into submission with nothing but his touch. And it makes me sick, the way my body responded to him, how my heart raced, how my breath hitched. I want to scream at myself for being so weak, so helpless in his presence. But deep down, I know that it’s not weakness. It’s something darker.