Semua Bab These Reckless Vows: The Billionaire's Bride: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Ava ~~~ When my father left and my mother died, in the wake of my heartbreak, I started feeding myself fantasy novels. No book really satisfied at first, and I tried several. I nearly gave up on the idea that fantasy could help you through the pain of heartbreak until I stumbled on The Owl Hunter Series by Nicco Moretti. It started with one page, then two. Then, before I knew it, I was reading his 500-page books in a week. For a while, I saw Nicco as my safe place. I watched all his interviews and discovered he was funny and charming. I would use any money I had left over to buy his books. The addiction soon died down, of course, but in a soft part of my heart, I’ve always kept Nicco safely tucked away. And now here he is, texting me. At first, I think my fingers don’t know how to work. What do I text back? How do you text back a legend like him? But I soon pick my mouth off the ground and reply, “I’d love to see you whenever you’re around.” Sinclair flashes in my head, so pa

HIM~~~It’s incredible what you can get done when love and spite are pushing you toward your goal.For example, I love Jade, but I despise her, and those two reasons drove me to the heart of New York City. I got a new car some years back, a car that Jade hasn’t been inside so I can forget her.And I tried to forget her so hard; I burned our pictures, changed anything that she had touched. One of the only things I still have is that underwear. It intoxicates me to know she wore it. Turns me the fuck on.But now that she’s about to be back in my life, I fixed up the old car—the blue jeep with the dollar air freshener hanging from the mirror. The one we used to kiss in.What a shock she’ll get when she sees it.What a shock she’ll get when she’s back in my arms, dead or alive.I go to the art event center where she kissed that motherfucking billionaire, raging my entire drive there. Would she be with him when she finds out I have my own money now, that I can finally take care of the bo

The world rings in my ears.To my left, I feel Sinclair yank the paper out of my hands, hear him yell to double security around the perimeter, and I try to look at him, but when I do, he is blurry and dark. He calls my name over and over, but I feel like I’m listening to him through a fog, and it is the last thing I hear before I black out, feeling his strong arms wrap around me before I hit the ground.—Jade.How many people called me Jade?Two.There was my father, and I can see him now. He has my green eyes and curved smile, but his own dark brown hair, always coiffed as if he is going for some business meeting.I know this day. It is our last day together.I am still beside Mum, smiling at me as I fiddle with the new butterfly necklace she gave me, when Dad comes up to me and bends to my level.“No matter what happens, Ava, you deserve the whole world.” He says.He had called me Ava, and that should have told me that something was wrong. But Dad was smiling at me, and when he smi

Ava ~~~ The force of the kiss knocks the wind out of me, but that doesn’t stop me from pulling him closer, biting his bottom lip. Our mouths move against one another wildly, needing each other like we haven’t touched in years. Suddenly, I feel Sinclair’s large hands on my ass, lifting me with ease as I wrap my legs around him. His cock grinds against me, and we both let out a moan into the desperate kiss. I need him, I realize as he backs me into the wall with a thud. I’ve needed him for nearly a week, and I didn’t even realize how desperate I was. My hands explore under his shirt, feeling his rock-hard chest against my palms. Without much thought, I yank off his shirt, tossing it into the mess the paint has made on the floor. I pull away from our sloppy kiss to take him in, and the sight of his toned chest sends shockwaves to my swollen clit. I grind helplessly against him to ease my desire. “Ava,” he groans out. I love that it’s my name he calls, not Mi Valienta or Allard, bu

Leonel ~~~ “You monster,” Riggs spat at me, drops of blood flying from his lips as he yelled. The sound of his pain was music to my ears. My men looked at me, silently asking if they should drive their fists into his stomach one more time for the disrespect, but I held up a hand to stop them, swirling my ice-cold whisky in my other hand where I sat. Why should an insult get to me? People call me all sorts of things, most of them negative. I know all the popular names, of course. Before my divorce, there was simply “rich,” “attractive,” or “charming.” That was back when I gave two fucks about people liking me — my family, my wife, the world. I filled their quota for a sexy billionaire easily, and I cringe to say I enjoyed it. Then the divorce happened, and not only did it change my life, but it changed the names that people called me. I was now a drunk, a cheater, an asshole. People still wanted to be around me, but no longer because they found me interesting, but because they