All Chapters of Twisted Vows Of Desire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I should have walked away.I should have told Dominic Caldwell to go straight to hell.Instead, I sat across from him, trapped in a deal I didn’t fully understand yet. My father’s scandal was being buried as we spoke, my family’s legacy preserved—but at what cost?I wasn’t stupid.Dominic didn’t save people. He destroyed them.And now, I was bound to him by a contract as unbreakable as the iron in his eyes.I forced myself to hold his gaze. “You said you’re destroying my father, not saving him. What does that mean?”He took his time answering, leaning back in his chair like a king surveying his latest conquest.“It means,” he said slowly, “that your father is drowning in his own corruption. I just decided when and how he would sink.”A chill crept up my spine. “You planned this from the beginning.”A smirk ghosted across his lips. “Would you believe me if I said it was fate?”I slammed my hands on his desk. “This isn’t a game, Dominic.”His eyes darkened. “It’s always a game, Sinclair

I should have stopped it.I should have shoved him away and reminded him that this marriage was nothing but a contract.But the moment Dominic’s lips claimed mine, every rational thought burned to ash.His hand gripped my waist, pulling me closer. My fingers curled into his suit, betraying me, holding him instead of pushing him away. The taste of him—powerful, intoxicating, dangerous—made my head spin.This was a mistake.A fatal one.I pulled back, breathless. “This doesn’t mean anything.”Dominic’s smirk was lethal. “Keep telling yourself that, Sinclair.”I glared at him. “You don’t own me.”His fingers traced my jaw, his touch deceptively gentle. “Then why are you shaking?”Damn him.I forced myself to step away, ignoring the heat still coursing through my veins. “That won’t happen again.”Dominic leaned against the elevator doors, watching me like a predator indulging in his favorite prey. “We’ll see.”The worst part?I wasn’t sure if he was wrong.****The following morning, my p

I awoke to the chilling touch of cold metal on my wrists. My head throbbed, and my vision was hazy as I tried to comprehend my surroundings. The dim, flickering light overhead cast unsettling shadows on the concrete walls. Where was I? I pulled at my hands, realizing I was handcuffed to a chair. A wave of sickening déjà vu washed over me. This wasn’t my first encounter with Dominic Caldwell, but this time felt different. I wasn’t sure I would escape with my life. Footsteps broke the silence, slow and deliberate. Then he emerged into the light. Dominic. Clad in a black suit, his expression was inscrutable, embodying the ruthless billionaire who ruled the city. But his eyes? They glowed with a dark, menacing intensity. “You should have known better, Sinclair,” he said, his voice low and almost indifferent. “Did you really think I wouldn’t discover your little alliance with Liam?” My heart raced. He was aware. I swallowed hard, striving to keep my voice steady. “You kidnapped me.

I couldn’t sleep.The message played on a loop in my head.“Your husband isn’t the only one with secrets.”What did that mean? Who was this person?I sat in the dimly lit bedroom, gripping my phone like it held all the answers. I could feel Dominic’s presence in the penthouse—he was still in his office, working late, as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn’t just pulled the rug out from under me.I had spent so much time focusing on destroying Dominic, convinced he was my biggest enemy.But what if I was wrong?What if there was someone worse lurking in the shadows?I typed back.Me: I need proof.Nothing.I tried again.Me: If you’re telling the truth, show me something real.Still nothing.I exhaled sharply, tossing my phone onto the nightstand. I hated this—being in the dark, being played. Every second in this penthouse felt like a chessboard where I was two moves behind.But not for long.I swung my legs over the bed and stood. If this mysterious informant wasn’t going to hand m

The silence stretched between us, thick with something unspoken.Dominic’s jaw was tense, his fingers gripping the phone so tightly I thought he might crush it. His eyes—dark, intense, unreadable—were locked on mine.I forced myself to breathe. “Who was she last seen with, Dominic?”He hesitated.Then— “Julian Hale.”The name hit me like a slap.I swayed slightly, gripping the edge of his desk. “That’s not possible.”Julian Hale was a ghost from my past. A name I hadn’t heard in years.A man I had once trusted—once loved.He had been my closest friend in college. The golden boy with an easy smile and a mind sharp enough to cut through steel. We had been inseparable—until he vanished without a word, leaving behind only whispers of scandal and betrayal.And now, my sister had disappeared, last seen with him?My stomach twisted.“What the hell does Julian have to do with this?”Dominic exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “That’s what I intend to find out.”I shook my head.