All Chapters of Broken Vows, New Promises: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Aurora’s POVThe night was thick with an unnatural silence, the kind that made my skin prickle with unease. The estate was locked down, every window sealed, every entrance guarded. And yet, the air was suffocating with the weight of what was to come. I sat in the corner of Damien’s study, my arms wrapped around myself, listening to the ticking of the clock.Damien stood near the fireplace, his shoulders tense, his eyes fixed on a map of the estate. He hadn’t spoken in the last hour, but his presence was a steady anchor in the chaos. I knew he was calculating, preparing for every possible outcome.A knock at the door shattered the fragile silence. One of Damien’s men entered, his face grim. “Sir, they’re close. We spotted movement near the east perimeter.”Damien’s gaze hardened. “How many?”“Ten, at least. Could be more hiding in the trees.”A cold chill ran down my spine. Adrian’s men had finally made their move.“Ge

 

Aurora’s POVPeace felt unnatural.The past weeks had been a blur of blood, fire, and whispered threats in the dead of night. But now, the echoes of war had faded, leaving an eerie silence in their place.I walked through the estate grounds, my hands brushing over the roses that lined the stone pathway. Their petals were soft, fragile. So unlike the life I had known.I should have felt relief. The battle was over. Adrian was dead.And yet, the quiet unsettled me.I turned a corner and found Damien standing near the edge of the garden, gazing toward the horizon. His suit jacket was slung over his arm, his sleeves rolled up, revealing the si

Aurora’s POVFor the first time in years, I had nowhere to run.The estate had changed in the past few days—no longer a fortress preparing for war, but something softer. Warmer. Yet even as the walls shifted, the weight of everything that had happened still pressed against me.Damien gave me space, never pushing, but I felt the tension in him. He was waiting.Waiting for me to decide.Waiting for me to choose him the way he had already chosen me.And I wanted to. I did.But something inside me was still afraid.I stood on the balcony, staring out at

Aurora’s POVThe silence stretched between us long after Eve Blackwood had left.Damien stood still, his gaze fixed on the spot where his mother had disappeared. His jaw was tense, his hands curled into tight fists.I had never seen him like this before—not during the battles, not even in the face of death.This was something deeper.I stepped closer, my voice soft. “Damien.”He didn’t react.I hesitated for only a moment before reaching for his hand. His fingers were ice cold, but when I laced mine with his, he squeezed back—like he needed the anchor.