All Chapters of These Reckless Vows: The Billionaire's Bride: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Jaxon Pierce THE THIRD (ll) ~~~What did I say about Hazel being my nightmare?I thought I was rid of her. I thought I was on to better things like Jade, yet here she was, haunting me with the son I never wanted.But I had never been held back by nightmares. If I was, Greg would still be alive. Mum would be on one of her trips.If I was the type to be held back by what tried to get in my way, I wouldn’t have taken a sizable chunk of my savings and gone back to the town it all started.The town Mum died in. The town Hazel thrived in.I took two weeks off work, knowing I’d need them, and every person in my workplace was eager to give it to me.“You work too hard.” “You deserve this, Jaxon.” “We’ll still pay you for this leave, no worries.”Fools.Every last one of them.It was only Adrian, his green eyes boring into my soul, who questioned me.“Two weeks, for what?” he’d asked, putting on his glasses as if to see me clearer.“I thought this system wasn’t a prison?” I half-joked.

Ava ~~~ The hand around my neck unclenches as I take in a painful gasp of air.“Ava!” I hear Leonel, his frantic voice like a magnet, pulling me. “Ava, are you okay?!”“Leo-nel,” I wheeze out, shuffling to stand on unsteady feet so I can go to him, but before I can even raise myself off the bed, Jaxon has a hand around my waist.He crashes my body to his, locking me against him.“Either of you fucking scream again and I kill your friend,” he says, talking about Oliver and the kill switch.Panic sears through me, a different panic than the one I felt for myself.I see Leonel’s face finally, his eyebrows drawn up in worry, the grey in his eyes full of fear.I’ve never seen him afraid, not once.“You hurt her?!” Leonel booms, his deep voice incredulous. “I’ll fucking kill you.”“You will do no such thing, Leonel Sinclair,” Jaxon says, panting from the adrenaline flowing through him. “I’m leaving with my girlfriend, like I was supposed to weeks ago. I knew something was off the moment

Leonel ~~~ Riley Kincaid. When was the last time I heard that name? Since Jonathan Kincaid’s death, when I slashed his throat in their little living room as I thought everyone was asleep. It turns out everyone wasn’t. I remember hearing a little gasp and turning to find Riley’s blue-green eyes wide at me. She was only a little younger than my 23 (maybe 19) but the look she gave me that day was one you'd give someone far older, who was full of wisdom and still hadn't used it properly. My heart thrummed, not with fear, but rather regret. When Ava had asked me if I felt any guilt over killing Jonathan, I had said yes, but if I wanted to be brutally honest, I would have said I felt guilt only because I had ended his life in front of his daughter, and all she could do then was look between me and him, his blood soaking into their carpet. Finally, however, her wide stare narrowed, and she looked at me with a mixture of relief and understanding that calmed me “Good.” she’d

Ava ~~~ “Sister?!” Everyone but me exclaims, looking at Riley like she's sprouted a second head. And honestly? She may as well have. She turns her blue-green eyes to Jax, who’d begun to stir, waking up. I jolt away from him, terrified he’ll wake up and press my body against his again. As if she's in my head, Riley turns to Leonel, that mix of hatred and relief she has reserved for him in her eyes as she gestures towards Jaxon. “If I were you, I'd tie him up.” Leonel looks between Jaxon’s stirring body and Riley, as if he can't determine who poses more of a threat, but in the end, he asks a question that has been on all our lips. “What about the Soireé?” “Your co-host is doing some serious damage control, sending people home and promising them an early free copy of his latest book as compensation for the “emotional trauma” of watching your father get arrested.” she does her little, bitter snort-laugh again, “As if any of these rich people read.” Still, it was more tha

Leonel ~~~ All eyes in the room snap towards me, but I’m not having any of this bullshit. “Leonel.” Ava whispers, “what the hell is she talking about?” My heart thrums at the sound of her voice. I run a hand through her thick hair, just glad she’s mine again, safe again, “I have no clue, but we’re done here, baby. I’m taking you home.” “No you’re not!” I hear Riley yell, her calm demeanor shattering completely. The familiar cock of a gun fills my ears and I watch as every nerve in Ava’s body tenses, just like mine. Nothing about that sound right now can be good. Slowly, we turn to face Riley. Her eyes burn with hatred, her body now closer to us. Sure enough, she’s holding a gun, so close to my face I know there’s no way I’ll survive if she pulls that trigger. And she looks very close to pulling that trigger. My eyes flicker to Oliver and Evelyn, wrapped in each other by the battered door, and I hear nothing from downstairs where hundreds of people had just been. T