All Chapters of These Reckless Vows: The Billionaire's Bride: Chapter 181 - Chapter 189

Ava ~~~ I don’t even realise when I’m storming out of the office until I see Riley, Bella and Evie fix their eyes on me from different parts of the living room. All that plays in my head is “I have a son.” Not a car. Not another house. Not even a crush on a girl. Those can be taken away. But a son. “Of all the low-life, insulting, crazy…” I mumble, tossing as many insults as I can to myself about the situation, but not one feels fitting enough to describe the depth of anger and hurt brewing in me. Leonel’s warm hand clamps around my wrist, stopping me. “I’m sorry, Ava. I'm sorry my love. Please…” “Don’t ever fucking call me your love again!” I snatch my hand out of his and whirl around to face him. The weariness in his eyes only pisses me off more. “Don’t look at me like that Sinclair” I snarl, but really I feel a heaviness settling im my chest I’ve never felt before, “The paying people for my art thing I could kind of handle, inviting Madison over in jealousy I can someho

Oliver ~~~ I thought I talked a lot, but Stacy never shuts the fuck up. “You know I was going to buy two houses when I was younger? Two! Little hot mama Stacy wouldn’t believe she owns an entire line of houses!” She barks her laughter while I try not to puke at the statement “hot mama Stacy.” “That’s certainly something.” I drawl, hoping that draws the line. I mean, Jesus, there has to be a fucking line to draw with this woman, right? Not only does she seem unable to shut up, but she also refuses to turn the conversation back to Jaxon. Each time I try, she skillfully changes the subject, and after half an hour of nothing, I just decided to focus on the area around me. But that doesn’t help either. An hour ago I was in the bustling square of New York, cramped with people and possibility, now I’m in the middle of nowhere, and the last living person I saw must have been at least 20 minutes back. I get a sinking feeling about being stuck alone with The Madame, but it co

Leonel~~~If I was going to stop the wedding planners from putting up décor, I’m damn too late now. My entire front yard has been transformed into what I hoped would be Ava’s fairytale wedding. A million fairy lights stream from a canopy above, matching the ones wrapped around columns in front of the house. Beautiful, intricate silver tables (which I’m sure make Riley extremely happy) glow in the soft yellow light, and 1,000 chairs have been placed for the arrival of my guests. Already, at least 600 have been filled. “Well, fuck,” I mutter, watching from the window as a reporting van pulls up. Luckily, no one is allowed in the house itself. A thick line of security guards, headed by Alaric and Kenzo, makes sure of this. So I’m safe simply staring out the window. Scanning the crowd, I desperately try to make out Oliver, but his head of brown curls is nowhere in sight. I want to believe he’s okay, but it’s 6 p.m. now, with dusk setting, and he left ages ago.I shake off m

Hey Wylders 💕I’ve been gone for so long and that isn’t fair to anyone.A few reasons:I’ve been incredibly sick. I know I was sick not too long before this, but then I got sick AGAIN AND WORSE! and I’ve been recovering for so long but I’m strong now, and my first priority is getting back into writing for all of you Work has also been very demanding but it has slowed down this month, and trust me I’m going to make it up to all of you. We’re getting at least 2 chapters today, maybe even more. I hate to let you guys down, but don’t worry, we have chapters coming, and I promise to make it up to all of you.I love you guys. Thanks for being so patient🫂Love - Rachelle 💕

Ava ~~~ “This bun is a mess.” Evie mumbles. She pulls the loose strands so tight into the bun that I feel like my head is on fire. That could also be due to the fact that this wedding is meant to start in 20 minutes: the guests are seated, the press is waiting, and I think Leonel is already standing at the end of the altar, expecting me. I could faint, but just as I think my vision is blurring, Bella pulls the corset on my back so tight that I’m forced to straighten. “Bella!” I wheeze. “Do it tighter next time,” Evelyn replies, her voice more stoic than ever. Okay, so I definitely didn’t imagine her trying to yank the hair off my head. “Evie, come on, are you really going to be mad at me?” She loops some hair around my bun, “Mad? Why would I be mad? Just because I think you’re making a big mistake and aren’t thinking of the consequences doesn’t mean I’m mad.” She yanks my hair again. “Uh-huh,” I mutter as I flinch away from her touch. “You do realise the sister of the gro