Todos os capítulos de These Reckless Vows: The Billionaire's Bride: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Ava ~~~ Nicco Moretti is smiling down at me, and I’m not sure i’m breathing anymore. A few months ago, before ever meeting Leonel, this would have been my greatest dream. But, like everything else, dreams change, and the only thing I can utter right now is, “How the hell did you find me?” Nicco is unfazed, his lanky body leaning against the door frame as his movie-star smile remains firmly in place. “Hello to you too, Ava.” He drolls. The sound of his voice snaps me into action. I look over his shoulder quickly, careful to make sure no one followed him. His body heat and the smell of Lavender and lemon temporarily distracts me. I gasp as I look up by mistake, only to meet his chocolate brown eyes, staring down at me. “I came her alone, Ava.” He murmurs, “Don’t worry.” I swallow, too dangerously close to him. If Leonel saw us he’d probably remove Nicco’s head. The thought of Leonel makes my heart jolt, as it always does, and I break away from Nicco, pulling him in

Ava ~~~ I should hate Leonel Sinclair for framing his father. There is no other explanation as to how the police found James. Leonel is smart enough to cover his tracks. After all, he has covered up his torture of Riggs for so long that sometimes I forget Riggs is a living thing. So if the body was found, it was Leonel’s doing, and if that same found body happens to be pinned on Alexander Sinclair? Then it’s Leonel’s doing as well. I should hate him. I really should. Yet, here I am at 10:07am, tapping my foot anxiously as I flip through the channels on Riley’s small tv to get to the show where Alexander’s trial will be airing. I didn’t watch it yesterday, but, knowing Leonel will be testifying, I’m tuning in today. Somehow, my stupid, stupid heart can’t help but need to make sure this goes well for him. “This is more enthusiasm than you’ve shown since we came here.” Riley calls behind me, and hearing her voice right now makes me want to claw out my ears. “Of course s

Leonel ~~~ “All rise.” The room that was just loud and buzzing hushes with those two little words. I find myself coming to my feet, Bella standing right beside me. It takes everything in me not to glance at her. I’d already begged her not to sit beside me, explaining we look too alike and people may rightly guess we’re related, but Bella was having none of that. She wants to support me, and if she couldn’t testify after me this was the next best thing, her big compromise. She may think it’s small, but looking around I know her sitting beside me is actually a massive sacrifice, because when I turn to look at the press around the room and their camera flashes blind me in return, I know pictures of us are going to leak to scandal sites. “I don’t care, Leo,” Bella whispers at me for the fifth time when I explain why I’m stressed out about having her beside me, “I want to help, and I want to see dad’s face when you testify against him. If anything, I win from this situation.

Ava ~~~ The first problem with trying to leave is the fact I can’t exactly just walk out of Riley’s house. For starters, even though I don’t think she’d ever kill me, something tells me she’s insane enough to take a finger or two off my hand if she catches me trying to leave. The second issue is I truly have no idea where the hell we are. When we first got here, I was too determined to stay away from my loved ones that I didn’t even bother trying to see where we’d travelled to. Riley covered my eyes as we came and I let her, she led me into the small building blindly and I trailed willingly behind her. Even going outside, where I am now, there’s nothing notable to use and find my way However, 2 nights ago Riley left to get groceries and then came home in about 2 hours, so we may not be as far from civilization as I think. I feel someone close behind me, the smell lemon and lavender hitting me so much that I have to close my eyes against the scent. Still, his body warms me.

Leonel ~~~ The crowd goes manic but Bella and I don’t stick around for it. We rush to the other side of Oliver’s car and literally hurl ourselves into the backseat before Oliver puts the car in gear and slams into the gas pedal. Before I can even utter the words “thank you” we’re halfway down the street. I pause only to check if Bella is okay, but as usual not even a hair of her beautiful head is lifted. Only then do I turn to Oliver and say, “How did you-“ “You’re my boss.” He cuts me off, taking a sharp curve to the left, “I was mad at you but I was never going to leave you, man.” What is this feeling that clips in my chest at his admission? Is it guilt over remembering how I pulled a knife on him, or relief that he didn’t truly leave me? Even though, in all honesty, I didn’t doubt that he would come back. From the passenger seat, another voice rises in the zooming vehicle, one I didn’t notice was with us before: “I hate to break up the cutesy reunion, but Olive