All Chapters of Shattered vows: Revenge of an ex bride: Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

Elara's povI shouldn't have come here without telling Killian.The thought nagged at me as I stood outside the safehouse, a old building tucked between two abandoned warehouses in a part of the city that most people pretended didn't exist. But the message about my father had shaken something loose inside me, and I needed answers before I could figure out what to do next.Later Preston has texted as well saying he has something to show me and he gave me another warehouse address.Preston answered on the first knock, his eyes scanning the street behind me before pulling me inside."You came alone?" he asked, locking three separate deadbolts behind us."You said it was important.""It is." He led me through a dimly lit hallway into what looked like a makeshift command center. Computers lined one wall, their screens displaying security feeds and encrypted files. A corkboard covered another wall, red string connecting photos and documents in a web that made my head spin. "But that doesn't

KILLIAN'S povI knew something was wrong the moment Preston Grey walked into my office.It wasn't the fact that he showed up unannounced, though that alone was enough to set my teeth on edge. It was the way Elara's whole body language changed when she saw him. The way she straightened in her chair, the way her eyes lit up with relief, the way she smiled at him like he was her goddamn savior.Like I wasn't sitting right here."Preston," she said, standing. "I wasn't expecting you.""I found something," he said, his eyes flicking to me for barely a second before returning to her. "We need to talk."We. Like I wasn't part of this. Like I wasn't the one who'd been helping her from the beginning, who'd put everything on the line for her, who'd just sat through that board meeting and watched her face down Ivy with a confidence that made me want to drag her into my lap and never let go.Her eyes flickered to me briefly then went back to Preston."Whatever you need to say, you can say it in f

Elara's pov The knock on my door came at eleven thirty at night. I'd been sitting in the dark for the past hour, nursing a glass of wine and replaying the fight with Killian in my head. The way he'd looked at me when I walked out. The raw desperation in his voice when he said he wanted me. The dent in the wall I'd heard him punch as I waited for the elevator. I wasn't expecting anyone. Lila would have texted first and Killian, well, after this afternoon I wasn't sure where we stood. Part of me had been hoping he'd show up anyway. That he'd come here and we'd finish what we started, hash out all the things we'd been too afraid to say. But when I opened the door, it wasn't Killian standing there. It was Aiden. "What are you doing here?" I didn't move from the doorway, didn't invite him in. He looked terrible. His usually perfect hair was messed up like he'd been running his hands through it, his tie was loose, and there were shadows under his eyes I'd never seen before. He

KILLIAN'S povWe barely made it halfway up the stairs before the rage boiling in my veins demanded more. I slammed her back against the wall at the landing, the impact jarring a gasp from her lips. My mouth descended on her neck, sucking hard, teeth scraping skin as I marked her, leaving red Marks that would bloom into bruises by morning. "You're mine," I snarled into her flesh, my hands shoving up her shirt, fingers rough as they pinched her nipples through her bra. She arched into me, moaning, her body betraying how much she craved this brutality. She cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure, her hips bucking against my hand. I yanked her jeans down her thighs, kicking them aside along with her panties, leaving her lower half bare and exposed on the stairs. My own shirt came off in a rip, buttons scattering, and I pressed my bare chest against her, skin on skin, heat building.But the stairs weren't enough. I scooped her up again, her legs locking around me, and stormed into the bedro