บททั้งหมดของ These Reckless Vows: The Billionaire's Bride: บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 220

Ava ~~~ He left. The bastard left me. That isn’t what hurts. At least that's not what hurts the most; it’s the fact that I was going to get him. The silly plan I made with Nicco about following the river comes to mind, and I feel so stupid, so so stupid, that I let myself be drawn in by both men; by the writer and my dad. I round the corner where the nurse wheeled him, my bare feet pounding against the cold tiles, until she and Adrian enter a room, shutting the door as they go. Irritation spikes through me. I don’t want to wait for the nurse to assess him before I get to him, I want to cause my damage now. My breathes come out in rapid pants, and I have to bring my hand to my chest to calm myself. In. Out. In. Out. “Mrs Sinclair?” I hear someone say tentatively. I snap my eyes open and spin around to find a nurse staring at me. I know what I must look like to her; barefoot and in a wedding dress, the reality of my marriage scandal already spreading on the news.

Leonel ~~~ I’m plunged into darkness. Every time I think my eyes will crack open to catch the light; maybe a hospital room or a window, the darkness consumes me again. I’m fighting to open my eyes, because I know when I do I’ll wake up. What sort of drug did they give me that makes me know I’m asleep? Isn’t this supposed to be more peaceful? I thrash, though I’m not sure if it’s doing anything in real life. It certainly isn’t doing anything here, where everything is dreamless and dark. “Is she okay?” Someone calls into the void, and my senses heighten. I want to scream for them to shake me till I can see the sun. “She should be waking up today.” Another wavering voice says, “Being in an induced coma for a week is too long.” I think my heart stops beating. A week? Have I been unconscious for a week? It has felt like minutes. Someone huffs, “Leonel is going to kill you, Nurse Kelsie.” “That’s if he-“ I snap my eyes open. Someone jumps back from my bed, while

My dearest Ava,I think about the day we met a lot. Do you?If you don’t, let me paint the picture to jog your memory:It was a Friday night, and there was an art gallery being hosted by my company, Axion Tech. I arrived on time (as always), and you arrived late (as always).Or maybe you came early. Maybe you came the earliest, but I remember seeing you late, and the second I laid eyes on that red hair and those green eyes, everything changed.Before I noticed you, I noticed nothing. The world was just another gathering of boring rich people doing boring rich things. It pains me to know that my whole life before you, that was all I was: boring, and rich, and desperate to escape people like my father and Madison, who were trying to hurt me, or already had.You changed my life simply by looking at me at the back of that art show. I lie to myself often that everything I did when you slapped me: kissing you, becoming your fiancé, moving you into my house, my space, was all necessary to fi

Ava ~~~Adrian snaps his head at me, shock written all over his face. But beneath it, I swear he’s trying to smile at me.“God, you are exactly like your mother. Do you know that?”“I know you’re hiding something. Spill.”He sighs, but some of the tension seeps out of his body.“I didn’t lie, but you’re right—that’s not the whole truth.”He shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath. When he opens them again, it’s like looking into my own eyes.“Jaxon wasn’t just your stalker, he was my enemy—”“I know,” I cut him off. He blinks.God, he’s so familiar when he blinks. A memory of my mum causing him to do it like four times during dinner while she laughed at him pops to mind. I shake it back.“I know all about the river and Hayden and Hazel. I know before me he hurt you.” I says. “Oh,” he mutters after a long silence. There is some sadness in his eyes I don’t want to acknowledge. I already feel some cracks forming at the bottom of my heart, and if I’m not careful, I’ll let him in that wa

Ava ~~~ I think about Leonel. Every. Single. Day. He’s the main positive light that shines in the middle of all my negative emotions. And fuck do I have so many negative emotions. When I was released from the hospital, that was when the real hell with my feelings began. I would startle awake, screaming in the middle of the night, terrified of Jaxon coming to kill me. It only truly hit me when I was in the safety of my new home that Jaxon was dead, and yet that was when I started to fear him the worst. I was free; in a gated estate. With a large garden, a medium-sized house with four cosy rooms, a fireplace, and even a lady who came in and cleaned. But, Jaxon was still haunting me. The weird static in my chest blew up. It filled my whole body till sometimes I was writhing on the floor with memories; mum dying, Jaxon trying to sell me, years of crying for a dad who I thought had abandoned me. I was resisting them, and they were killing me. “Ava, honey, it’s okay, yo