บททั้งหมดของ From Vows To Love : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 6

D I S C L A I M E R.This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ~The story contains mature themes, including elements of sexual themes which may not be suitable for all readers. ~all together the story can be read by people above 14 but some scenes are advisable for under 18 to skip. ~ No hate should be thrown to any of the character, any offensive comments of your will lead me to block you.~Please don't judge the story before it's even completed. .C O P Y R I G H T. ~ All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form without the prior written permission of the author. 𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒 : 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 ~25 ~a resident doctor ~My soul is weary but I won't let it defeat me. ♡ 𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐍 𝐕𝐀

In his private study, he gestured for me to sit. The room, dressed in leather and mahogany, felt more like a courtroom than a place where a father and daughter should speak. "So, when are you going back to New York?" he asked, his voice calm but direct. "Tomorrow," I replied not wanting to engage with him even for a moment "Don't go," he said suddenly I blinked, turning to look at him, utterly shocked. For the first time in my life, my father had asked me to stay, the man who had barely spoken to me for years, who hadn't even flinched when I left for NYC to pursue my dream was now asking me to stay suddenly but why? It was a strange and, unsettling My mind flashed back to the time when I first told him I wanted to study medicine, and he hadn't said a word. No encouragement, no resistance, just silence and a black card that I didn't use. It was my grandmother, my aunt, and Melora who had caused the usual drama, but none of that had mattered because I had left anyway because I wa

After dinner, I followed Grandpa and Dad into the study.The warm amber glow of the old lamp softened the shadows, casting a golden tint across the shelves lined with worn books and dark polished wood. It looked peaceful but the air felt different. Still. Heavy. Like something was about to shift.Grandpa moved slowly toward the couch, his movements slower these days, but his presence—unshaken. As firm as ever.“Sit, Rowan,” he said, motioning to the space beside him. His voice wasn’t loud, but it didn’t need to be. I sat, perching on the edge. Dad settled into the chair opposite us.Both of them were quiet for a second too long. Their eyes were on me not harsh, not pressing but with something else. Expectation.Grandpa finally cleared his throat.“It’s time, Rowan. You should start thinking about settling down. You’ve already said no to too many proposals.”I knew it was coming. It always came. But still, the words hit with a chill. I could already feel the irritation beginning to cl