All Chapters of THE CEO'S HIDDEN VOWS: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Levi's POV.I never thought I could lose everything so damn quickly. One day, I was the man who walked into rooms with his head held high and who had investors lining up. I was once the man who slept like a king on silk sheets. But now what was it all about?. Now I was a joke. And a ghost of a man I used to be. I stared at the reflection in the dark mirror of my car. Boxes were piled up everywhere in my car and my assistant quit just two days ago. The bank had called in the last of my loans. And I was living on borrowed time, waiting for the final blow.And I knew exactly who to blame. It was Isabella and Declan Westwood. Together they had torn my life apart as though it was nothing to me and to them.And for what? because I had loved her too much and I refused to let go?. I slammed my fist through the glass as pain exploded up my arm.My life that was once beautiful had turned into a disaster. My entire life was shattered into tiny pieces but it wasn't enough to shut me down compl

Isabella's POV. I couldn't stop fussing with my hair, even though Declan told me a hundred times that I looked beautiful. But to me it just felt ridiculous, all these efforts just for a dinner on the terrace?.But it wasn't just dinner. It was the first time since the hospital that things felt almost normal. Or maybe it was the first time they ever felt real. He had refused to let me lift a finger and he had arranged everything. They were candles everywhere and tiny twinkling lights, there was also a soft jam playlist floating through the warm night air. The table was set for two with white plates and white glasses that sparkled under the bulbs. Every decoration was very simple but somehow more intimate than any lavish gala we had ever attended together. “Stop looking so nervous Bella” Declan murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of my hair as he pulled out a chair for me to sit down on. “I promise I didn't poison the food” he said and I chuckled at his words.“No, that is not the

Cairo's POV.I spent weeks living off scraps. After everything that happened between me and Ryan I still kept on telling myself that there was still more between us.I kept telling myself that after everything he was still going to remember how I tasted, how I fit perfectly against him.But then I started hearing whispers. Ryan was distant, and more distracted than usual. He was drinking more and I even caught him once at that smoky little bar downtown.His head was in his hands, mumbling Isabella's name like a curse and a prayer all at once. It made my skin crawl. That fragile bitch, even sickly, she held more of Ryan than I ever had. I couldn't compete with a dying girl. Not unless I turned her tragedy into a weapon.So I paid a nurse. A pathetic woman, easily bought with a string of zeros. She handed over confidential reports to me as her eyes didn't fail to look around like she thought the walls might hear or see her. But I didn't care if they did, because I already had what I ne

Declan's POV.The plane touched down in Delhi just as the sun was breaking across the horizon. The light caught Isabella's pale face as she leaned against me.Her eyes were closed, but I knew she wasn't asleep. She hadn't truly rested in days. Neither had I. When the wheels screeched on the runway, my stomach twisted. This was it, the beginning of the biggest gamble of our lives. Either I would take her home, alive and smiling, or I swallowed hard. I couldn't even finish that thought. The hospital's driver was waiting for us at the airport. I kept Isabella tucked close to my side as we walked to the car, my hand was pressed against her back to give her that reassurance that I was still with her and I was never going anywhere without her. I could feel how fragile she was beneath my palm. Every few steps I took towards the front, I would glance down and search her face for signs that she might faint again. But she only managed to smile at me forcibly, I knew she was weak but there wa

Mia's POV.I didn't know how long I had been sitting on the floor of my bedroom. My phone was clutched so tightly in my hand that it felt extremely painful for me but I couldn't stop holding onto it, it was like the only life support I had at that moment.The screen of my phone glowed with the headline that felt like a knife pressed to my throat.DNA SCANDAL: MIA GENOVESE EXPOSED- NOT THE REAL DAUGHTER OF THE GENOVESE DYNASTY.There were other words beneath it. Bastard, fraud, scandal swirling together until my vision got blurred.I wanted to scream or run. Or claw at my own skin, but instead I just start there frozen.I didn't know. I didn't know what to do at that moment. A choked sob forced its way up my throat.This couldn't be true. It couldn't be, my entire life and the parties, the legacy, and the way people looked at me was because I was a Genovese. If I wasn't, then who the hell was I?Before I could stop myself, I was on my feet, grabbing my purse and keys with shaking hands