All Chapters of The Devil's Vow : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

{Thea}I didn't want to believe what I was hearing, but the unmistakable sounds of her voice, moaning his name, filled my head.With my heart beating wildly in my chest, I gripped the handle of the door to our room and slowly opened it.His hands held her slender waist, forcing her down on his rigid cock, while the sweat from their intensity made her glisten.Her moans were so loud, they hadn't even realized I had walked in.She had her back to me, straddling Curtis on our bed like her life depended on it while he purred, “good girl.”“Oh God ,Curtis. Don't stop!” She yelled, throwing her head back in pleasure.My heart ached at the sight, but I couldn't bring myself to look away.I had to find out who this homewrecker was.I stepped further into the light, and my eyes caught Curtis's briefly before locking onto the woman riding him.“Thea?” His voice trembled slightly, and the woman tensed.She snapped her head back to look at me, her blonde hair obstructing me from seeing her face.

{Thea}I was frozen in place by the scene before me. Jennifer’s fingers curled possessively around Curtis’ chest. My Curtis.I wanted, more than anything, to slap the smug expression she had on, but I was too busy battling the chill that ran down my spine from watching Curtis curl his arm around Jennifer’s waist.He pulled her into him and bit her lower lip, eliciting a moan from her lips.“C-Curtis… What’s going on?” I wanted to reach out to hold him, but something told me I wouldn’t like the reaction I would get.“Oh Thea, you poor thing. You really believed Curtis loved you, didn’t you?” Jennifer’s voice dripped with condescension as she spoke, her eyes mocking me. “He’s never once loved you.”It felt like someone had grabbed my heart and was slowly squeezing it.I waited for Curtis to tell her to shut up, and that this… this prank, had gone on longer than intended.But as my eyes shifted to him, I saw the side of his lips curl into a cold smile.“Thea,” he said, stepping forward.

{Thea}Curtis stepped into my hotel room, looking as immaculate as always. Pristine suit, polished shoes, and a smug grin on his stupid face.His presence alone was enough to send a chill through every fibre of my being. But it was the sturdy old man standing beside him that truly made my stomach drop.The hotel manager.His eyes locked on me like I was some sort of criminal. ‘Shit! If they’re both here, then they definitely found out.’“What… what’s going on?” My voice came out hoarse.Curtis folded his arms and smirked down at me, “What’s going on is that I expected you to have a little more dignity, Thea. But here you are, squatting ini a hotel room, living off my credit card like a leech.”“A leech… how dare y—” I was ready to tear him a new one when the manager spoke up. “Mrs. Blackwood, or should I say… Miss Thea.” He corrected himself with an impossibly stern voice. “We have reason to believe you committed fraud by using Mr Blackwood’s identity to book this room.”“You mean my

{Noah}I knew the second Thea woke up. I’d been awake long before, lying still, waiting. Pretending to sleep gave me the luxury of seeing what she’d do, but when I heard the door shut behind her, and her footsteps faded down the corridor, I finally sat up, and a sigh slipped out, heavier than I wanted it to be.I should have walked away the moment the bartender shoved that margarita into her hand. If only I had kept my distance the second I saw her, then I wouldn’t be in this mess. Being a tyrant in the business world meant having your own set of rules that you abided by.I had always been a stickler for rules, especially mine. Rules kept empires from crumbling. Rules kept people like me from turning into the very thing I despised: soft, sentimental, messy. And yet here I was, breaking my number one rule.Last night should never have happened. It wasn’t my intention, not in the slightest. Control was my language, the thing that set me apart from every other weak man who drowned in tem

{Noah}“Good evening, Mr Blackwood.” The doorman greeted with a smile.I wanted to correct him—Claire, not Blackwood—but I sighed to myself, “Why bother?” It didn’t really matter; I would be out of San Francisco in the next forty-eight hours anyway. Business would call me back to London, then to Milan, and eventually, this town and its small catastrophes would settle like dust behind me.The doorman held the door open and bowed before asking if I’d like him to show me the way to the dining room. I said yes because it was easier than dismissing him, and left to me, I would end up anywhere but the room where my family was gathered.We walked through the halls, and it didn’t take long for the sound of voices to reach my ears. We finally emerged into the dining room just as Curtis yanked on a sleeve and shoved someone backward. In that small moment, the light found her, and I took in her appearance. Her dark hair fell over her slender shoulders onto the daring red dress she had on. Her f