Semua Bab Twisted Vows Of Desire : Bab 51 - Bab 60

The silence between us stretched on, thick and suffocating. I could hear the rapid beating of my own heart, each thump loud in my ears as I fought against the maelstrom of emotions crashing inside me. What had just happened? What was I supposed to feel? Was it relief that Dominic was here, standing in front of me, or was it something else—something deeper and more dangerous?I glanced up at him, his face unreadable, his eyes still holding mine with an intensity that made my stomach twist. There was something vulnerable in his expression now, something I hadn’t seen before. As if, for the first time, Dominic wasn’t playing a game.“Why didn’t you tell me the truth?” I finally asked, my voice shaky but strong. “Why didn’t you tell me about your father’s role in all of this? About my father’s role? About everything?”Dominic ran a hand through his hair, frustration and guilt swirling in his eyes. “I was trying to protect you. Trying to keep you from getting caught up in the mess. I didn’

The weight of the truth settled heavily on my chest, suffocating me in the dimly lit room. I stood frozen, the chaos in the air unbearable. My father, the man who had once been my hero, the man I had trusted above all others, was entangled in a web of corruption that I could barely comprehend. But worse, my entire family—my mother, my father—had been hiding this from me, from all of us.I couldn’t breathe. The room seemed to be spinning as Liam’s words echoed in my mind.“Your father and mine—Richard and Victor—they’ve been running a silent war behind the scenes. They’ve been making deals that have benefited them both. But there are others, people who have been left in the dark. And those people? They want answers.”Dominic’s voice broke through the haze in my head. “You need to stay calm, Elena. We’ll figure this out. I won’t let them tear you apart.”But how could I stay calm? How could I even think straight when everything I had known, everything I had believed in, was falling apar

The room felt like it was closing in on me. Liam’s words echoed in my ears, but they didn’t make sense. The confusion swirling around us only seemed to grow with each passing second. I could see the anger in Dominic’s eyes—his brother had just thrown us a curveball we weren’t prepared for. The walls were closing in, and the more I tried to wrap my mind around the situation, the more it seemed to slip further away.Dominic’s jaw clenched, his hands balling into fists at his sides. “What the hell are you talking about, Liam?” His voice was low, dangerously controlled, but there was a tension in his posture that made my chest tighten. Dominic was always the composed one, the one who never let his emotions get the best of him. But right now, I saw a glimpse of vulnerability, and it unsettled me more than I cared to admit.Liam smirked, his expression far too calm for the storm he had just unleashed. “You really think you can just expose Victor and walk away from all this? That it’ll end w

The days that followed felt like a slow, suffocating descent. Each moment dragged by, thick with tension, as if the world was holding its breath, waiting for something monumental to happen. The revelation about my mother’s involvement in this twisted game still gnawed at my insides, but now, there was no time to dwell on it. Dominic and I were about to step into the lion’s den, and we needed to be prepared for whatever Olivia was going to throw our way.I had spent the past few days locked away in our penthouse, going through every piece of evidence that Liam had given us, trying to connect the dots. The more I dug, the more I realized how deep this went. My mother had been planning this for years. Not only had she set me up for a marriage I never wanted, but she had been manipulating my father, Victor Caldwell, and everyone around her to secure her power. The worst part? She had been using me as her pawn in a game that I wasn’t even aware I was playing.Dominic had been equally consu

The rain poured down as I faced my mother.Not the gentle kind that brings back memories, but a fierce storm that seemed to have been brewing for ages, much like my own turmoil. Olivia Sinclair was seated by the fireplace, casually sipping her wine as if everything was perfectly fine, exuding an air of grace and control. Yet, the moment I entered the room with that photograph in hand, I noticed her fingers quiver just a bit.“You were never supposed to find that,” she said, her voice low, unflinching.I didn’t sit down. I stood over her like I’d spent years preparing for this exact moment. “Then maybe you shouldn’t have buried it in a folder labeled ‘Tax Reports.’ You knew I’d dig.”“I was hoping you’d stop before you got to the truth,” she muttered.“Why?” I demanded. “Why keep it a secret? You and Victor Caldwell were in love. You almost ran away together. And instead, you married Dad and let an entire war fester between two families.”She raised her gaze, her mask fracturing as so