All Chapters of Twisted Vows Of Desire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The silence in the room was deafening, each breath I took felt like a betrayal. The weight of Dominic’s words—those accusations—hung over me like a heavy shroud. I wanted to scream, to yell, to accuse him of lying, but I couldn’t. Every part of me, every ounce of my being, was frozen in disbelief.It was supposed to be a moment of reckoning, a moment where I confronted him about everything he had done to me, to my family. I had the proof, the damning evidence, that he was the one responsible for tearing my father apart. I was supposed to expose him, watch him crumble under the weight of his own deceit. But as his eyes locked with mine, something in his gaze faltered. It was an odd moment of vulnerability, one I hadn’t expected.“Why, Elena?” Dominic’s voice was low, edged with something darker, more dangerous than I had ever heard before. “Why do you care so much about your father’s reputation? About your family’s name? Your father is a monster. He is the reason my mother is dead.”Hi

The sound of the gunshot rang in my ears, my entire body stiffening in response. Time seemed to slow as I tried to process the chaos unfolding in front of me. Dominic’s hand tightened around my arm as he pulled me against him, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. His eyes, usually cold and calculating, were wide with alarm, darting around the empty lobby as if searching for the shooter.I didn’t know who fired the shot, but the danger in the air was undeniable. I had to act fast. The cold metallic taste of fear lingered in my mouth as I struggled against Dominic’s grip, my heart pounding with adrenaline.“Dominic!” I gasped, trying to wriggle free from his hold, but he was stronger than I remembered. His face was inches from mine, his breath warm against my cheek. He didn’t loosen his hold; instead, he pulled me closer, using his body as a shield.“Stay behind me,” he ordered, his voice low, strained, and urgent.I didn’t have the luxury of questioning him now. His words m

As Dominic entered the next room, the door clicked shut behind him, and an unsettling weight settled in my chest. The oppressive silence was thick with the unspoken truths that lingered between us. My heart raced, pounding in my ears, while my mind swirled with countless unanswered questions. I struggled to comprehend the recent events. Thomas had departed, yet his words reverberated in my mind—the debts, the past—everything Dominic had tried to protect me from. This was more than just business or family disputes; there was a deeper, darker truth lurking beneath the surface. I approached the window, my reflection staring back at me like a stranger. The city lay before me—silent, cold, and indifferent, mirroring the world I found myself trapped in. I could no longer remain in the shadows. I refused to wait for Dominic to determine when it was “safe” to reveal the truth. I needed answers, and I was done allowing him to dictate the narrative. My phone buzzed in my pocket, interruptin

The letter trembled in my hands, its words etched into my mind:“Your mother didn’t run away—she was taken.”I stared at the rusted gates of the old Sinclair estate, the morning sun casting long shadows that seemed to whisper secrets of the past. The estate, once a symbol of our family’s prominence, now stood as a decaying monument to forgotten truths.I had come here seeking answers, but instead, I found more questions. Thomas was nowhere to be seen, his promise of revealing the truth replaced by this cryptic message.A sudden rustle behind me snapped me back to reality. I spun around, heart pounding, only to find Dominic emerging from the shadows, his expression a mix of concern and determination.“I told you to stay back,” I said, clutching the letter tightly.“And let you walk into a trap alone? Not a chance,” he replied, his gaze scanning the surroundings.I handed him the letter. As he read, his jaw tightened, and a storm brewed in his eyes.“This changes everything,” he murmured

The silence that settled between Dominic and me in the car was suffocating.Not a word passed between us as the engine hummed beneath us, New York’s city lights blurring by in streaks of gold and white. I sat stiffly, arms crossed, trying not to look at him—trying not to acknowledge the heat still coursing through me after what happened at the penthouse. My lips still burned from his kiss. My skin tingled where his fingers had touched me.But none of that mattered now.Not after what I’d found. Not after the phone call I’d intercepted.Because while he might have claimed to love me—might have whispered promises of truth in my ear—Dominic Caldwell was still hiding things. Things that had everything to do with Thomas. With my father. With this damn web of betrayal I couldn’t untangle without bleeding.“You’re quiet,” Dominic finally said, his voice low but pointed.I didn’t look at him. “Do I need to fill the silence with lies to keep you comfortable?”That made him tense. I felt it eve