Vows Of Deception のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Luca’s POVThe sound of her heels clicking against the marble floors echoed in my mind long after she’d left the dining room. Emma’s defiance was something I admired, but it was also something that vexed me. She was a challenge, something I wasn’t used to. Most people were obedient, eager to please, but she had a fire in her that made her want to resist me at every turn.I watched her as she walked away, her figure disappearing into the hallway. The emerald dress clung to her body like a second skin, highlighting every curve. She looked beautiful, too beautiful for someone so insistent on not being a part of my world. The power I had over her was undeniable, but it didn’t make me feel as satisfied as it should have.A small sigh escaped my lips, and I leaned back in my chair, my fingers still wrapped around the stem of my glass of wine. My gaze dropped to the table, to the untouched plate of food in front of her. I knew she hadn’t eaten. She never did. I could buy her all the designer

Luca’s POVThe penthouse was alive with the hum of activity, the low music echoing softly from the speakers, but I wasn’t really hearing any of it. My mind was preoccupied with one thing, one person—Emma.She had walked in earlier with that familiar look on her face—the mask she wore so well. The one that said she was fine, that she could handle whatever I threw her way, even if it was breaking her down bit by bit. She didn’t understand the game she was in. She thought she could outsmart me, that she could slip away unscathed.But she had no idea how deep the web had already been woven. How tangled her heart had become with mine.I ran a hand over my face, rubbing my tired eyes as I leaned against the polished granite countertop, staring down at the glass of whiskey in my hand. My reflection stared back at me, but I wasn’t interested in that. I wasn’t interested in myself. I was interested in her.In Emma.She had stepped into my life—no, into my world—with all the grace of a queen wh

Luca’s POVI leaned back in my chair, the fine leather creaking beneath me as I watched Emma from across the room. She stood by the window, staring out at the night, as if the view would offer her some escape from the chaos I had built around her. She looked like she was trying to hold onto something—something she knew she was losing.I could feel the tension in the air between us, thick and suffocating, like a storm about to break. She was defiant, stubborn as always, and yet... there was something different about her tonight. Her eyes, the way they flickered with that mix of resentment and something else—something I couldn’t quite place. Was it desire? Or fear? Or maybe, just maybe, acceptance?I didn’t care.I had been watching her long enough to know the game. The resistance would fade. They all did. They always did.Emma just didn’t know it yet. She didn’t realize that the more she fought me, the more it would only pull her deeper into my world.The way she tried to fight back ag

Luca’s POVI watched her from the corner of my eye as she stood by the window, her posture stiff, her eyes distant. Emma. She had been like this since I picked her up from the penthouse—quiet, withdrawn, as if the weight of what was happening between us had finally started to settle in. Not that I cared. At least, not in the way she wanted me to. My life was built on control, and I wasn’t about to let her slip from my grasp just because she had second thoughts.I could tell she was uncomfortable. That was the point.I hadn’t expected her to be this way—so resigned, so willing to follow. But then again, this was all part of the plan. She was mine. She had always been mine. Whether she liked it or not. And I wasn’t about to lose her to some weak-willed rebellion. This was my world, and I was its king.The jet was quiet as it lifted off the tarmac, the hum of the engines barely reaching my ears as I sat back in the leather seat, fingers idly tracing the edge of my phone. Business as usua

Luca’s POVI watched her, every small movement, every subtle shift in her expression. Emma was a puzzle. A challenge I couldn’t quite solve yet. She thought she could defy me, thought she could play this game on her terms. But she didn’t understand—this was my world, and in my world, no one ever got away.I stood at the large window in the grand living room, overlooking the manicured gardens and the estate that stretched for miles. It was all mine, a result of years of hard work, ruthless decisions, and an unwavering will. I had built this empire from the ground up, and I wasn’t about to let anyone, especially her, threaten it.I heard the faint sound of her footsteps approaching, her presence filling the room with an invisible weight. She was quiet, too quiet. I could almost feel her thoughts, the resistance she was still holding onto. She wasn’t ready to accept this life yet, and I could see the rebellion in her eyes whenever she thought I wasn’t looking.But I’d break her. Slowly.