All Chapters of These Reckless Vows: The Billionaire's Bride: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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HIM

HIM ~~~ It has been 4 years, and still, I wake up with Jade on my mind. She runs in my thoughts and makes all my memories feel like bliss. Like hell. Jade. The reason I still want to live. Jade. The very person I want to kill. It has to be me that ends her pretty little life. I wonder what she thinks when she remembers that night. Does her pussy throb with how good I gave it to her? The little “O” I made her mouth form as she threw back her head of red hair for me? How she almost came all over my fingers? Or does she only remember after? The men I brought to take her away? It needed to happen because of what she did. Does she even remember what she did? The things she took from me with the same hands she used to caress me? Likely not. Perfect little Jade who could never remember anything she’s done wrong. I never stopped looking for her. There isn’t an area in Pennsylvania that I don’t know. Her underwear is still in my pocket, the scent of it even 4 years later dri

Chapter 10: The Contract

Ava ~~~ Evie and I stand outside Axion Towers, two minutes after Sinclair dismissed me, and before we can decide my next move, Oliver ambles out of the building, a new contract in his hand. “Oh great. Sinclair sent him.” Evie sighs at me. Oliver gives her his bright, mischievous smile, “You know, some might say your annoyance with me is really attraction.” Evie turns tomato red, which only makes Oliver’s smile brighter. Seriously, you'd think the guy was working at an ice cream shop with how happy he seems. “Who are you to Sinclair anyway?” I ask. He turns to me and his golden eyes scan me. “I could ask the same of you, future Mrs Sinclair.” Hearing someone refer to me as Sinclair’s future wife sends a jolt through me. Sinclair must really trust him if he lets Oliver in on the secret. “But to answer your question, Ava, I’m Leonel’s lawyer, PR manager, and organiser, and sometimes I make deliveries through car windows” On that last point, he winks at Evie, who rolls

Chapter 11: The Photoshoot

Ava ~~~ I can't stop thinking about the car that almost hit me. There's a familiarity to it that reminds me of the past. But what? My thoughts are silenced by a thick cloud of hairspray my stylist, Brianna, seems to be using to try and kill me. As I cough she tsks, “Get used to it, Miss Allard. You’ll be in my dressing room more often from now on.” Oliver drove me straight to the luxury studio, one owned by Sinclair’s family. It looks more like a hotel than a studio with high ceilings and chandeliers dropping down from them. Brianna looks like the sort of person who belongs in the styling chair, not the person who should be doing the styling; with flawless Carmel skin and a sleek auburn bob that frames her heart-shaped face and suits her warm brown eyes. But as the cloud of hairspray clears, I look in the mirror and realize I might belong in this chair just as much as her. “Is that… me?” Her reflection grins, “ Yes ma'am. You're looking at the new and improved Ava

Chapter 12: The Car

Ava~~~Sinclair goes to the mansion without me.I stand outside the studio, a jacket draped over my shoulders, trying hard not to scream.Does he just expect I’d find my way?“Fucking Sinclair,” I mutter under my breath. But just before I mumble another curse, something parked in the corner catches my eye.With a gasp, I realize it’s the car.It’s a blue Jeep with odd tyres, so distinct I know I’ve seen it before.I peer over my shoulder, wondering if Sinclair had come back for me.Nope.With nothing else to do, I walk over, my heels clicking against the pavement.When I get to the car, it’s empty. The only thing inside is a mess: snack bags, plastic bottles, and a dollar-sign air freshener hanging from the mirror.I stumble back.No.It can’t be.There’s only one person I know who had that exact air freshener dangling from their blue car.Could it be… him?The sun is suddenly too hot, the air too thick. I feel like I might pass out if I don’t find shade.No. No. No. No. No.A hand g

Chapter 13: The Mansion

Ava ~~~ I want to lean on the wall next to me to catch my breath, but when I stretch out my hand to rest on the surface, I realise it's not there. It's only when I turn to my left that I see the four walls of this house are so far apart that I can run to the other side. Only the expensive marble floors would make me slip as I moved. In the middle of the huge living room, there's a marble Greek-like statue surrounded by the softest-looking white couches I've ever seen. This is all overlooked by huge windows that show the expansive garden, which may as well be a field. It’s so beautiful, yet I can’t truly appreciate that with this fear that's still rattling in me. The only thing I fully feel is shock that Sinclair did this house by himself. Sinclair. The reminder of him knocks the sense back into me. I wouldn't have seen that car if not for him. If he had just done the right thing and brought me home himself. Fuming, I stomp towards the large winding staircase. As I go

Chapter 14: The Breakdown

Ava ~~~ I rush back inside, hearing the door lock automatically the moment I’m back on the tiled floors of the mansion. But this does nothing to lessen my anxiety. He’s here. This close to where I live. How long will it take him to find ways to bypass all the locks? And even if that will never be a worry, what about when I try and go outside? I have to go outside, don’t I? Suddenly the door lock isn’t enough. I run to one of the couches and see a maid vacuuming around it. She looks up at me with a smile already plastered across her face, but at the sight of me it falls. “Mrs. Sinclair, is everything alright?” I shake my head frantically. He’s here. He’s here to take me. I crouch under the huge couch, my knees slamming to the ground in a way that elicits a gasp from the maid, but I don’t care about the pain right now. I only put my hands under the couch and start pulling. It barely budges, moving about a centimeter. “Help me move this to the door,” I hurry out. She looks at

Chapter 15: The Choice

Ava ~~~ When my mum was diagnosed with cancer, she’d only told me, “Huh? Look how two days can change everything.” She was trying to joke for my sake, of course, but there was no denying the truth of the statement. Just two days before, we’d all been in the yard: me, Mum, and Dad, laughing while Dad grilled some steaks. It was also the day she gave me the butterfly necklace. “It didn’t cost much,” she shrugged when I told her it was too expensive, her short red hair blowing in the breeze. She didn’t realize it would be priceless to me. Dad took a “business trip” that night, kissing Mum on the cheek as she smiled, and then coming over to kiss me the same way, saying, “Whatever happens, Ava, you deserve the whole world.” I thought it was just cute, and without realizing it was a goodbye, I stretched up to hug him. It was the last hug I ever gave him. Mum fainted the next day when he’d stopped receiving her calls, and what we thought was the result of heartbreak turned o

Chapter 16: The Ex

Ava ~~~ Oliver tells me no. Okay, technically his exact words are: “Are you out of your fucking mind, Ava?” The answer is yes, out of my mind with sleepiness and stress, but I clutch the phone tighter and argue, “Who does it hurt, Oliver? Sinclair and I aren’t officially together, and he always gets his way. Why don’t I get mine?” He sighs. “Real marriage or not, Leonel doesn’t want you getting Moretti’s number. And maybe it’s for a good reason other than jealousy. Maybe he—” “Wait, slow down. Sinclair’s jealous?” There’s a long pause on Oliver’s end. Finally, he clears his throat. “That’s not important. Look, I like you, Ava. Sure, you’re crazy, but I work for crazy, so I think we’ll get along fine. Just… I can’t give you that number. I’m more loyal to Sinclair than I am to you.” A new layer of respect settles in my mind for Oliver. The way he sticks up for Sinclair (even though the guy very clearly has a stick shoved up his ass) is endearing. “Okay, Oliver,” I conc

Chapter 17: The Betrayal

Ava ~~~ I go still where I am, afraid if I move, another problem may fall on my head. Sinclair is wearing the same thing I am: a basic T-shirt and jeans, but I can see the outline of his muscled body through the shirt. If not for the mention of a problem, I might have let my mind wander to his shirtlessness. I sigh, settling into the seat before the huge breakfast spread that has been laid out for me. “Sinclair, I just woke up. Can we make problems an afternoon activity?” I’ve never been the type to joke around, certainly not like Oliver, but something in me wants to get the slightly vulnerable Sinclair I had yesterday, the one who held me and told me I’m brave. But he doesn’t even look at me, saying, “Genevive Garrish wants to interview us.” Genevive Garrish? I know I’ve heard that name before. As I spoon some fruit salad into my mouth, it hits me. “Hold on… Genevive Garrish as in The Garrish Late Night Show host?” Sinclair nods, still not looking at me. “The very same.”

Chapter 18: The Interview

Ava ~~~I fiddle with my necklace outside the curtain. In about five minutes, Sinclair and I will be called on The Garrish Late Night Show stage to convince the entire world that we’re in love and eager to get married.It would have been easier if Sinclair wasn’t a complete asshole who thinks the woman he’s fake marrying is desperate and a nobody.“Allard,” he says for the fifth time, insistence seeping into his voice, “don’t make me beg.”“Make you beg? How will a nobody like me get you to do something like that?”I feel him stiffen beside me. It’s not the first time today I’ve alluded back to that conversation he had on the phone, the one that somehow left me feeling hurt despite telling myself I couldn’t care less.“You weren’t meant to hear that,” he says, as if that makes it any better. “I was talking to someone, someone who doesn’t matter, and I just needed him to get off my back.”I’d considered this was the reason he did what he’d done. After all, he didn’t exactly sound ple

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