Semua Bab These Reckless Vows: The Billionaire's Bride: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Leonel ~~~Walking back into the hall is like stepping from one version of hell into another.The press round me as I come in, all of them asking something about the Axion R7 I was supposed to be getting for James, but even though I want to push them away to get to where Ava and Nicco are standing, I force my most strained smile and say in a tone I’m not sure sounds particularly inviting,“I’m having it sent to him.”James Ferguson, who had pushed his way to the front of the crowd, trying to get to me and ask about the phone, stops short at the tone of my voice.I know I should be extra nice to him, especially because however I act tonight will determine my new reputation for days to come, but I keep seeing Nicco bent towards Ava, his eyelids lowered in attraction.There’s no denying it, he wants her. And that makes me want absolutely nothing more than to tear out his dirty blonde hair.“Excuse me,” I say, trying to sound kind but really talking to James in a half-threatening manner

Ava ~~~“I love you.”The words reverberate in my head, waking me up from my haze of pleasure.Leonel looks down at me with sincere grey eyes. I’ve never known him to wear his emotions on his face, but here he is, openly showing me all of him, and all of him is telling me he loves me.I open my mouth to say something back, but every word in the English dictionary has left my brain, and I’m not sure they will ever return.No man, not even James, had told me they loved me. And I never thought in a million lifetimes that my first would be Leonel Sinclair. Leonel Sinclair who has made me feel more in less than six months than anyone else ever has in my 24 years of living.“Leonel, I—” I begin whispering, then stop, because I can’t recall anything else to say.“Y te ves como todo lo que siempre he querido,” he says in Spanish, his eyes burning holes into mine. “I told you that right before the Soirée and said I’d explain what it means when we’re done. I know we still have some time, but

Leonel~~~What the hell do you mean it's not him?!” I yell, my voice rattling off the grimy dungeon walls.I hope she’d burst out laughing, tell me it's some sort of sick joke, but she only bends down to assess James’ ashen face and shakes her head.“One thing I'm good at, pretty boy, is my job. You gave me a task to dig into the man’s past and I did. Got his name and picture and everything,” she points to the James on the floor. “This man? An incredible look-alike, but not him.”My heart slams against my ribcage, threatening to break free. I remember James’ cries to be set free, telling me he wasn't the one I was looking for, and every bone in my body feels like it might snap in half.“But he rushed out of the hall when everything was going on. We collected the Somnus Chorsyn button from him.”The Madame stretches her hand to me without looking away from James. “Show me the button.”I pull it out of my pocket, making an intentional effort to keep my hands steady and place it in her

Jaxon Pierce THE SECOND ~~~ Then there was Hazel Levine. Pretty Hazel. Kind Hazel. Red-haired Hazel with her stunning green eyes. She was one of the first friends I made in juvie after my arrest. At below 10 years old, there aren’t really many people in the world who would determine I was a bad person, no matter how grotesque what i’d done was. That’s why the court ruled a little in my favour. Two dead parents when one was neglectful and the other was abusive? I was given a few years with probation and a slap on the wrist. But before my probation began, I was forced into a juvenile mental health rehabilitation centre for five years, where troubled young children could live their days talking to therapists or some shit. It was boring. It was so fucking boring. I would count the tiles on walls when I was bored, replay my parents’ deaths in my head when I regretted what brought me here. That calmed me. Their deaths were necessary. Four years into this torture, when I w

Jaxon Pierce THE THIRD ~~~~Then there was Ava. My Ava.Ava Jade Allard.What were the odds that I would stumble upon a man who saw me as his son, with a red-haired, green-eyed daughter with the name that shot pure happiness and desire through my system?Jade.Before Adrian took me to the place I was meant to stay for rehoming, he stopped at his house first, telling me he needed to see his wife for something.I remember that day, at the back of a police car with this red-haired charity man as the idiot pregnant with my baby went home with her parents. I remember stopping in front of the sort of house I’d only ever seen from afar, with pretty flowers adorning the porch and a big backyard full of memories.I remember feeling everything and nothing, hatred and anticipation. Adrian came down from the car, jogging up to the front door as if this home was his heaven, but the person who came out when he knocked was not his wife.It was mine.My heart did a jolt as I took in Ava for the