บททั้งหมดของ These Reckless Vows: The Billionaire's Bride: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Ava ~~~ To Nicco’s credit, he doesn’t take me to the middle of nowhere like I expected. The limo pulls up in a nice area of the city, one with large boulevards and blaring sunlight that makes it look like we’re in a Disney movie. It’s cute. It’s also not where I expected someone like him would live. When I walk up to the front door and knock, I half expect Cinderella to come twirling out of the house with a smile and some tea cakes. Instead, it creaks open just a crack, and unfamiliar faded brown eyes stare at me delightedly. “Can I help you?” The little old lady croaks. I freeze, not sure what to say. I’m not exactly the person you call to deal with elders, not with a knife in my pocket or the history I have. Right as I’m about to apologise and tell her this must be the wrong house, Nicco’s harassed voice calls from inside. “Mum, I told you to stay by the window and not open the door!” He sounds as frustrated as his rushing footsteps, likely hurrying to sav

Leonel ~~~ “Leonel Goddamn Sinclair!” Ava's voice bangs into my boardroom like a bomb. My hand tenses around the file I’m holding. Fucking perfect, time for me to face the bloody music. I’d come into my office to distract me from the hell I knew Ava would unleash the moment she got home, but also because - with the whole trial going on- I’ve barely tended to Axion tech. I guess a few hours after announcing I’m getting married in three weeks without your fiancée’s consent isn’t the best time to restart caring for a business. I stand, bracing myself. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad? The doors to the boardroom burst open with a clatter, revealing Ava’s tense form. “Leonel.” She breathes out, her face contorted, “You better have the best explanation in the entire world right now if you don’t want me to cut off your dick and feed it to the press!” I deflate. Okay… so it’s very bad. I run a rigid hand through my hair, “ Mi Valienta, you’re home.” And despite all the tens

Leonel ~~~ “I don't care how long it takes; find this Gillian Garrish and take that damn article down!” I bark at my phone. The PR person I contacted from The Billionaire Ballard is a man who had been cocky when he answered the phone, but whose voice withered the moment I said my name. Now, he shakily replies on the other end. “S-sir. While I understand your frustration at the way your fiancée was depicted, there’s nothing… there’s nothing I-I can do. The Billionaire Ballard stated that it was an opinion piece, and you can't exactly sue us for having an opinion.” Like hell I can't. I squeeze my steering wheel until my knuckles go white. I'll show the fucker what I can and can't do. “Listen.” I growl, and I swear I hear him yelp, “You seem to have forgotten who the hell I am. If I don't see that article taken down in less than 24 hours, I’ll knock your-” “Whoa, okay!” Oliver takes my phone from my hand, and it takes the full force of my self-control not to reach over an

Ava ~~~ Nicco didn’t have to be asked twice. He promised me he was on his way before I even explained why I needed him to come over. I try to understand the random lurch my heart did as he clicked off the phone, but the answer is clear: I like Nicco’s company. I can’t tell if it’s the fact I get to spend time with my childhood crush or if being around him is the only thing that sort of feels… normal. No drama. No running away. No deaths. Just two people sort of moving around their day. Oh, and also trying to uncover my father’s disappearance, but that’s kind of normal right? I didn’t stay awake long enough to see Nicco when he came in or know if he even did. By the time he told me he was on his way, my eyes had already begun drooping shut, probably from the stress of the article, and I could only mumble a sleepy, “sure.” In response. I used the last of my day's energy to inform the security to let him. I should probably be more conscious, considering I’m alone and

Leonel ~~~ When the world lights up again, everything is in chaos. The room rings around me with people yelling things I can’t comprehend. I squint against a headache and blinding flashes of light. Did I die? If I did, this is a really fucked up introduction to heaven, and I think the angel guiding me around should probably get some other job they’re better at. “Leonel.” My name echoes in my ears as if someone is speaking to me through water. I wince and try to stand, only to hit Oliver’s familiar chest. Well if he’s here then I sure as hell didn’t make heaven. “Leonel.” He says my name again, sharper this time. The sound jabs at my brain, just like the cacophony of voices I heard earlier now becoming clearer. I make out a woman’s high screeched “unfair.” And one man’s “it’s his business, you can’t do that!” Business… That jolts me, and with the help of Oliver pulling me up, I’m back on my feet in an instant. “Did I faint?” I whisper at him as another flash of cam