All Chapters of Shattered Vows: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The room was dim, the only light coming from the faint glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. My bare feet barely made a sound against the cold floor as I stepped out of the bathroom, clutching the towel in one hand, the thin nightgown clinging to my skin. I froze. Liam had already switched off the lights and was on the bed, his broad frame stretched out, one arm resting behind his head. His eyes were closed, his breathing even, as if he had already fallen asleep, or was at least pretending to. I hesitated, staring at him for a moment longer than I should have. He looked… different like this. Relaxed. Almost peaceful. Shaking off the ridiculous thought, I cleared my throat. “You don’t plan on sleeping on the bed, do you?” His lips twitched slightly, but he didn’t open his eyes. “Where do you want me to sleep?” “I don’t know,” I muttered, tightening my grip on the towel. “But we can’t sleep on the same bed.” That got his attention. Liam finally opened his eyes, pinning

I woke to a light tap on my arm. "Sara, wake up," Liam's voice was low but urgent. I groaned, blinking groggily as I opened my eyes. Liam was already dressed, his face tense with something I couldn't quite place. Before I could ask why he woke me, he tossed my clothes at me. "Get dressed," he said. I sat up, frowning. The clock on the wall read 5:09 AM. Why was he waking me up this early? "Why do you wa—" "Get dressed. Now." His voice was barely above a whisper, but there was no mistaking the command in his tone. That's when I knew something was wrong. Still half-asleep, I hesitated before grabbing my clothes. "Turn around," I mumbled. To my surprise, he did so without argument. Okay, that's weird. Liam never obeyed so easily, unless something was serious. My heart rate picked up. I hurriedly put on my clothes. "I'm done," I said, staring at him, more confused than ever. Liam turned to face me, his expression unreadable. Then, in a hushed voice, he said, "You're going to do exac

We kept moving through the darkness,Liam leading the way with the same relentless urgency. My mind was spinning, trying to process everything he had just told me.Drugs. Guns. Stolen art. Murder.The mansion I had admired just hours ago was nothing more than a front for a criminal empire. Emilia's family wasn't just strict, they were dangerous. And Liam and I had been right in the middle of it, oblivious to how close we had come to never making it out. A shiver crawled down my spine."How much further?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. My throat felt dry, and my body ached from the constant running.Liam didn't answer. He was focused, scanning the trees around us like something, or someone, could jump out at any second. That wasn't comforting.I swallowed. "Liam-""Shh."My stomach dropped.Liam stopped suddenly, his arm shooting out to stop me in my tracks. His body went rigid, head tilted slightly like he was listening. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.Then I hear

We finally got home. Liam didn’t say a word, he just walked straight to his room. I looked around, but Ella and Evans were nowhere in sight. Maybe they were already at the farm. Judging from the freshly wiped counters and the rearranged groceries in the kitchen, they had definitely returned. I sighed, the weight of the day finally catching up with me. My body felt heavy, like I was dragging shadows behind me. I needed to stop thinking. I needed to breathe. I needed a bath. Upstairs, I headed straight to my room, undressing slowly, every movement reminding me how sore I was, mentally, physically. I stepped into the bathroom and turned the faucet, letting the water cascade down my skin. I tilted my head back, eyes closed, hoping the hot stream could somehow wash away this frustration… this tangled knot of fear and confusion sitting in my chest. I should be happy. My memories were starting to return. But the problem was… they were haunted. Sharp. Bloody. Gripping. I had a terrible fee

A gasp slipped from me, my hands tightening around his shirt. My knees went weak. My body remembered him, remembered the way it felt when he touched me last night. Fire surged through my veins. And a moan slipped from my lips before I could stop it. And something in him snapped. Just as he was about to scoop me up, arms flexed with intent, we heard it."Sara!"The voice slammed into us like a bullet. Ella.Liam's body went rigid, his breath catching against my throat. I clung to him, stunned and breathless, the world tilting beneath my feet. "Sara, are you up there?" she called again, closer now.Immediately, he stepped away from me like he'd been yanked back into reality-like what had just happened between us was a fever dream he was trying to erase. But his eyes... they didn't lie. They stayed locked on mine, burning, conflicted, furious. He stared at me like he hated himself for wanting me. Then he turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, ruined and trembling in the wreck