All Chapters of THE CEO'S HIDDEN VOWS: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Cairo's POV.There was a bitter taste at the back of my throat as I watched the screen light up with the flashes of Isabella's face next to Declan Westwood.The man was practically a royalty in the corporate world. He was so powerful and unattainable, he looked polished like a diamond which was hard to see. And yet there she was, clinging to his arm like she earned the right to stand beside him. I just hated her so much and how she was able to get the good things out of life. Anger rippled through me as I threw my phone onto the velvet couch. The rage I had been able to accumulate inside of me was burning quietly. This couldn't just be real, I tried my best to accept that reality but it wasn't possible for me. How the hell did Isabella go from being Ryan's shame to Declan's bride? “I guess you underestimated her because that woman you once called a best friend is extremely smart,” Mia said as her voice cut through my thoughts. I turned to look at her as I saw her entering my house.

Declan's POV.Later that night we returned home and Isabella headed upstairs. I could see that she needed space and I was going to give her that.But after a few minutes later, I started feeling uncomfortable with myself so I also walked my way upstairs and I knocked at her door before entering her room, probably just to inform her that I was close.I found her sitting directly in front of her dressing mirror with her earring in her hand. I knew that she was still thinking about the whole mess that erupted at the gala. “Do you want to talk?” I asked.“No I don't want to. Can you just hold me please” she whispered and I walked over and knelt beside her as I rested my head against her knee.“I won't stop telling you this Bella but you were so brilliant tonight” “Was I?” She asked me as though she didn't already know but I was more than ready to repeat my words to her countless times just so she could realize how much I was part of her in that moment and in every moment.“Yes you were

Ryan's POV.I didn't want to be here. Not because of the grand celebration or should I rather say the grand dinner going on in Eleanor's estate, which belonged to my grandmother. I was used to all of these but I didn't want to be here, because I knew the reason she called for this dinner. She just wanted a show and tonight I was the entertainment. Declan sat across the table with his tailored tuxedo as Isabella sat beside him. She looked like she had been born into the Westwood lineage, not the scandal-ridden girl I once planned to marry. I was fuming in so much anger.“I want to say something”, my grandmother announced as she raised her wine glass up in the air. “May we always cherish truth over convenience” she said with a bright smile plastered on her lips and I have never seen her so happy in a long while.She always told me that I was her favorite grandson so why was she happy with Declan and Isabella?“The truth? Is that what we are pretending to honor tonight?” I asked with a

Mia's POV.I tossed my purse onto the couch and I removed my heels as my body felt irritated. I was still angry about the slap Isabella planted on my cheek days ago. That witch had no idea which she was messing with.“Look who finally came home” I heard my mother speak and I let out a loud sigh then I turned towards her.My mother had a way of always looking at me with that exact facial expression of hers that I hated the most, especially when it made me still look like a five year old little girl to her.“You look tired baby. I guess being humiliated twice by the same girl must be exhausting.“Not now mom” I said, walking past her.“Oh come on Mia” she said, following me. “You have the face of a goddess and a body people pay thousands to mimic. And still Isabella has managed to hold Declan Westwood all to herself even without trying. And rumor has it that he hasn't even touched her. Yet you, with all your seduction tricks Ryan won't still marry you” she said and I almost lost control

Declan's POV.The alcohol burned down my throat but it didn't silence the voice in my head.“You should have told me” Her words kept playing like a broken record I couldn't shut off. I sat alone in the study room. The house was damn quiet, and inside of the room it was just me and my thoughts, and the half empty bottle on the table.I had been staring at the fire for over an hour as I tried to make sense of the scenario that happened downstairs. Of how we got from her defending me in front of the press, to questioning my loyalty inside our home.I poured another alcohol into my empty glass but this time around I didn't sip it. Instead I downed it inside of my throat in one go.Maybe I was the fool for thinking she would understand. For thinking she would see through Ryan and come to me first, and ask the right questions not just assume the worst. Wasn't I the one who had stood in front of the world and claimed her as mine?Wasn't I the one who silenced every headline about her? I p