All Chapters of A Debt of Vows : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Mabel's POV Okay, that came out a little harsher than intended, and I regretted it immediately, but I didn't say anything else. Instead, I hastened my footsteps up the stairs. Inside my room, I undressed, took a warm bath, and surprisingly, sleep came. I freely gave myself to it, allowing myself to forget my current situation, even for a moment. When I wake up, I'll deal with reality, but for now, I choose to embrace sleep. ******************************* I woke up a few minutes past noon, the next day. I was even surprised at how long I had slept, it was hard to believe that I could have that much sleep when my entire life was in the abyss. Turning on my phone, the notifications came flooding in, with my phone vibrating intensely as if it was on the brink of crashing. My dad had called 5 times since yesterday, my aunt called 16 times and Dylan called 8 times. I saw other missed calls from unknown callers but I wasn't sure what to do with them. Just as my finger moved to dial my

Landon's POV I trusted AJ to handle the situation and make sure she remained blacklisted, and he didn't disappoint because, in no time, Mr. Fredd of Fact Central Media released an official speech, publicly apologizing and indirectly shifting the blame to Mabel. I made sure her face was on every TV channel. I made sure she was dragged roughly and mercilessly through the streets of T*****r. I made sure she understood just how much influence I had. The next few days that followed, she stayed out of sight. She never left the house and no one came to visit either. I had eyes everywhere monitoring her movement and none of them saw her leave the villa. And when she didn't leave the villa for days, I assumed she was grieving over her dead career or plotting a comeback, or both. I wished I could see her look of helplessness but I was too busy setting up the company since it was opening officially in less than a week. After a brief video conference with some of my potential partners, I

Mabel's POV “Who was that?” Dylan asked as he pulled out a seat, right across from me. His eyes studying my expression as if to read my mind.“No one,” I said curtly, leaning back into my chair.“So, she's a ghost?” He eyed me, obviously not buying my shit.I fought the urge to burst into a howl of laughter.“Maybe,” I responded uninterestedly.“Am I a joke to you?” His eyes lingered on the card Olivia had left on the table.“Do you want to be a joke?” I shot back.“You haven't seen me for days and the first thing you do is pick a fight with me?” I asked, tired of his childishness. Why try to pry into someone's privacy if they don’t want you to?His eyes flickered in amusement, followed by his lamentation.“You always manage to turn things around and make it seem like my fault!” “Whose fault is it then?” I asked him. He opened his mouth to say a word but he shut it back almost immediately, eying me.I sighed in exhaustion. I have a lot of problems, letting these little things get t

Mabel's POV I staggered backward; I am in danger?But why would my dad knowingly put me in danger? It didn't make any sense.My heart raced involuntary as their words hung in the air. My father would never have evil plans for me. I know that. Even though this sounded scary, I had to trust my father's love for me.Taking a few moments to practice my breathing technique, my slightly quivering hand pressed the doorbell.There was a moment of silence inside. Probably wondering who was at the door. I could feel the tension radiating from the inside. I sucked in my breath and yelled, “I forgot my phone,”Still silence. As I stood by the door waiting for them to finish whatever was holding them, my mind created a lot of scenery even though I tried not to give it too much meaning. I might be overthinking.The door slowly opened revealing Aunt Rose who stared at me as though trying to ascertain how much I had heard.If I wasn't suspicious earlier, then I was definitely suspicious now.“Is t

Mabel's POV A dull ache in my waist and another one banging in my head interrupted my peaceful slumber. A painful groan escaped my lips as I held my onto throbbing head with both hands.My eyes squeezed open but they were hit by the sudden brightness of the room, instinctively closing them back. “Argh!” I groaned, my throat aching from the dryness.“You're awake!” I heard a familiar voice call out. “Does it hurt a lot?”“Dylan?” I called, but it was more like a question. The surprise was evident in my voice. What was Dylan doing here? “You slept for too long, I was starting to get worried.” He said quietly, rubbing the back of my palm softly.“Can you open your eyes?” His free palm rested on my forehead, feeling my temperature. I heard him sigh in relief.“The curtains,” I managed to say, hoping he'd get the cue and close the curtains.“Oh, yes. Sorry,” he responded and I assumed he went to do the needful.“Is it better now? Try opening them again.” He returned to stay by my side o