Semua Bab His Broken Vow: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Bella trembled beneath his touch.Dave Stark’s fingers traced the faint mark he had left on her skin earlier—slow, deliberate, almost reverent. The movement wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t careless. It was controlled… and that made it far more dangerous.A shiver ran through her.Her breath hitched as his hand slid lower, the warmth of his palm contrasting sharply with the cool night air. And then—A sharp smack landed.Bella gasped, her body jerking forward instinctively. The sting was brief, but the sensation lingered, blooming into something far more confusing than pain.“You left the mansion without a word,” Dave said, his voice low—calm on the surface, but carrying an unmistakable edge beneath it.Another strike followed—not harsh, but deliberate.Bella bit her lip, her fingers curling against the smooth metal beneath her as her thoughts scattered. She expected anger. Maybe even cold detachment.But this?This controlled intensity…It unraveled her.“I—” her voice faltered, barely stead

Bella barely made it inside her room before the weight of everything collapsed on her.The door clicked shut behind her, and she didn’t bother locking it. Her legs carried her to the bed on instinct alone before she fell forward, face-first into the soft sheets. The lingering scent of fresh linen did little to calm the storm raging inside her chest.Her body was exhausted. Her mind—worse.Too many thoughts. Too many emotions. Too many moments replaying themselves with ruthless clarity.And at the center of it all… Dave Stark.She squeezed her eyes shut, as if that alone could erase the memory of his voice, his touch, the way his presence seemed to wrap around her like something both protective and dangerous.Sleep came, eventually—but not gently.It dragged her under.*********Dreams weren’t kind to her.They never were.Fragments of another life bled into her subconscious—faces she hadn’t seen in this lifetime, yet somehow missed with an ache she couldn’t explain. Sandra’s laughter

Bella felt every gaze like a weight pressing down on her shoulders.The moment Morgan announced her presence, the entire courtyard seemed to freeze. Conversations died mid-sentence. Movements halted. Even the wind felt like it had paused to watch.No one stepped forward.No one smiled.They simply stared.Bella’s chest tightened, uncertainty creeping in. This had been a mistake. A terrible one.Morgan’s hand rested lightly against her back, nudging her forward. “They’re not going to bite,” he murmured under his breath, though even he didn’t sound entirely convinced.She forced a small, awkward smile, lifting her hand in a hesitant wave. “Hi…”Silence.Not even a whisper of acknowledgment.Her stomach dropped.Morgan cleared his throat, louder this time. “This is Bella… she’s one of us now. You’ll be seeing her around.”Still nothing.Bella turned slightly toward him, her voice low and tight. “You could have warned me.”Morgan scratched the back of his neck, sheepish. “Yeah… about that

Hidden ThreadsBella sat still for a long moment after the last message blinked on her screen, her fingers hovering just above the phone as though even touching it again might pull her deeper into something she wasn’t ready for.The room was quiet—too quiet.It gave her space to think, and right now, thinking was dangerous.Because nothing about this situation felt simple anymore.Marcus’ messages lingered in her mind, each word carefully chosen, each sentence dripping with a kind of calculated vulnerability that didn’t sit right with her. He sounded remorseful, almost desperate—but Bella had seen the truth behind that mask.She had lived it.And she refused to forget.Still… she couldn’t ignore the opportunity either.If he was willing to talk, then maybe—just maybe—he would slip. Reveal something. Give her a thread she could pull.Bella exhaled slowly, placing the phone beside her on the bed as she leaned back against the headboard. Her damp hair clung lightly to her neck, the faint

Bella didn’t move.She couldn’t.From the shadows of the garage pillar, she watched as Dave Stark stood rigid while Olivia leaned into him—too close, too familiar. The space between them felt nonexistent, and yet the distance between Bella and him had never felt wider.Jealousy didn’t creep in—it struck.Sharp. Hot. Unforgiving.Olivia’s fingers slid up his arm with practiced ease, her voice low and coaxing, dripping with intention. “You look exhausted,” she murmured, her lips curving in a knowing smile. “Let me take care of you tonight.”Bella’s breath hitched.Dave didn’t immediately pull away.That hesitation—barely a second—felt like betrayal.But then, slowly, he stepped back.“Olivia,” he said, his voice calm but firm, threaded with fatigue. “Enough.”The single word carried weight. Authority. Finality.But Olivia wasn’t one to retreat easily.She tilted her head, studying him, then softened her tone, brushing invisible lint off his shirt. “You push everyone away, Dave. Even whe