His Broken Vow のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

A hush fell over the vast hall, thick with the scent of burning torches and the pressure of a thousand gazes. Bella remained frozen in the middle, her breath caught in her throat and her heart pounding like war drums against her chest. The experience was odd, resembling a distressing nightmare she was desperately trying to escape. "Will you be my mate, Agnes?"Marcus' intense, emotion-laden voice resonated throughout the hall, overpowering all whispers and murmurs. His words cut through Bella like a venomous blade, every utterance a fresh torment, a treachery beyond understanding.Her fingers moved slightly at her sides. Her lips opened, yet no sounds came out. A cold dread crawled down her back, coiling around her like a serpent. This was not happening. It might not be occurring. Agnes shouted, placing a gentle hand on her heart as tears of joy filled her eyes. "Absolutely!" she exclaimed, her tone filled with pride. The room burst into applause.Bella's breathing was rapid and ir

Bella sat at the edge of her bed, gazing at the paper Eve had placed in her hand. The words stared back at her, daring her to take an uncertain step.Be intentional about your looks—dress flirty to catch the attention of unmated males.Flirt with some guys to make Marcus jealous.Get a boyfriend… and sleep with him.Her chest tightened at the last one. "Really, Eve?" she asked, looking up at her friend in disbelief.Eve crossed her arms, unflinching. "Yes, Bella. You have nothing to lose if this theory works or not."Joy, who had been silent, suddenly placed a pen in Bella’s hand. “Sign it.”Even Joy?Bella hesitated. Joy had always believed in destiny, in the Moon Goddess’ will. But tonight, her eyes held no sympathy, only firm resolve."He doesn’t deserve your loyalty," Joy spat.Bella exhaled sharply, her fingers trembling as she signed the paper.********The next morning, Bella barely recognized herself.Eve had covered her broken mirror until the transformation was complete. Now

The words hung in the silence between them, holding unexpressed significance.Bella gazed at Dave, her eyes tightening in perplexity. His attention shifted to her skirt."Are you serious?" she asked."Don't you think that skirt is a bit too short?" he said, changing the subject.Her breath caught. What?This was the last thing she expected him to say. Since when did he care what she wore? And why now? The question zipped through her mind, tangled in a net of confusionWhile she struggled to understand his comments, she sensed a sudden pull on her pocket. Her heartbeat accelerated. Dave had taken her phone back before she had a chance to respond."Hey—" she started, reaching for something, but he paid no attention to her.Without requesting her password, his fingers swiftly glided over the screen. A second later, the sharp buzz of his phone rang out. He canceled the call immediately and shoved her phone back into her palm.Her eyes widened."What the hell just happened?"Dave gave a sa

Bella sat in the passenger seat. Her fingers moved uneasily under the fabric of her black dress. Andy sat next to her in his black tuxedo, a mysterious look on his face."I can't believe you agreed to go out with him." "He's a strange guy," Joy remarked when she told her friends."Perhaps," Bella shrugged. "Still, he has shown interest in me for as long as I can recall.""Joy," Eve called, "He might be the brooding scientist or the gentle vampire, as others frequently refer to him, yet he could simply be what Bella needs.""Okay," Joy replied, crossing her arms. "I still have no affection for him."Andy’s fingers lightly touched Bella’s bare thigh, pulling her back to the moment. A wave of discomfort struck her, yet she managed a faint smile."Are you alright?" he asked."Yeah," she lied. "Can you wind down the windows? I feel hot."A smirk curled his lips, but he obliged, rolling the window down before returning his hand to her lap. Bella carefully took it away this time, linking her

Bella's breath became faster as she looked at him. He must be joking. However, his face showed no signs of humor. His intense, blank stare locked onto hers, challenging her to reject his statement."What… are… you… trying… to… say?" She faltered and attempted to maintain a steady voice.Dave's lips formed a sneer that was almost a challenge. "What do you think I was implying, Sugar?" His voice was soft but brimming with steadfast confidence. "You're mine. So I can look at you anyway, anyhow, and anywhere I want to."Her pulse pounded at his words. No! She shouldn’t be happy about this. She should be angry—furious even. Was she just another possession to him? Marcus had claimed her, taken her to his bed, declared her his mate, and then discarded her like she meant nothing. And now here was another man, another dominant, powerful male, treating her like a prize to be owned.She clenched her fists. I am not an object. I am not some fragile little thing to be controlled. I am a respectabl