Todos los capítulos de Shattered Vows: Silent Revenge.: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Serena’s POVThe three days I gave my production team flew by in a blur of tension, sleepless nights, and restless pacing on my part. I barely saw my own reflection in the mirror, and when I did, I hardly recognized the woman staring back, eyes shadowed, shoulders stiff, and determination etched into every line of my face.This was a gamble. A reckless one, maybe, but I needed a win. I needed to prove to Killian, to the world, and most of all to myself that I wasn’t going down without a fight.The morning of the meeting, I arrived at the conference room earlier than anyone else. The long glass table gleamed under the fluorescent lights, the air buzzing with a nervous kind of anticipation. Soon, one by one, the members of my production team filed in, carrying boxes, garment bags, and a nervous energy that filled the room.Finally, Bridget announced, “Ma’am, everything is ready.”I nodded and gestured for them to begin.The head designer, a wiry man named Lucas, stepped forward and care

Killian returned home late that evening, his steps carrying the kind of weariness that came after a long day of negotiations, press coverage, and endless boardroom battles. Yet, when he opened the door to his house, the warm, inviting aroma of roasted herbs and buttered bread greeted him.“Wow.” He said under his breath, pleased with the nice aroma.He didn't see the maid coming to greet him, which meant she wasn't in the house currently, which also meant that it was Samantha who prepared the meal, and that was surprising because she rarely prepared such elaborate dinners anymore, but tonight the atmosphere was filled with the richness of home-cooked warmth.Killian walked to the dining room, and saw Samantha standing near the table, dressed in a soft silk gown that glowed faintly beneath the golden lights. Her smile was wide and welcoming, her eyes shimmering with an excitement he hadn’t seen in a while. Across from her, Theo was already seated, swinging his small legs beneath the ch

Killian’s hand slammed against the desk with such force that the sound echoed across his office, rattling the pen holder and toppling over a glass of water that splashed onto the polished wooden surface. His jaw clenched, and his chest heaved as the call disconnected, leaving only the flat tone in his ear. Slowly, he lowered the phone, his knuckles were as though he wanted to crush it in his fist.Mr. Lincoln had just severed their partnership.The reality of it stabbed through him like a blade. Mr. Lincoln wasn’t just another investor. He was the investor, his biggest partner, the one whose influence had carried Killian’s company into spheres of the fashion industry that money alone could not buy. With him gone, an entire pillar of his empire had crumbled in a single conversation.Killian dragged a hand down his face, his eyes narrowing into slits as he began pacing the length of the office. His office had always been a place of command, of dominance; sleek black furniture, leather-b

Serena’s POVThe morning came with a soft glow through the window. I woke up still wrapped in Adrien’s arms, his steady breathing brushing against my neck. A slight smile curved on my lips as I remembered last night, the way he held me, the way he whispered that I was everything to him. That memory alone was enough to brighten my morning.This particular morning just felt different. If only all mornings could be like that, how wonderful would it be?I carefully untangled myself from him, not wanting to wake him just yet. Whenever he felt like waking, he could. After all, he's the boss. The clock beside the bed read six-thirty, and I knew I had to start preparing for work. My body felt light, my heart happier than it had been in weeks. As I moved around the room, showered, and dressed for the day, I kept humming to myself.By the time I got to work, I was still in that cheerful mood. I settled into my chair, opened my laptop, and organized the files I needed for the day. A few moments

Serena's Pov The next morning felt like a fresh start. I arrived at the office early, my coffee warm in one hand and my bag in the other. The building was quiet except for the soft sound of Bridget typing away at her desk outside my office.As soon as I settled in, I opened my laptop and scanned through my emails. Among them was a message from Jackson, reminding me of the next step in the deal. His words were polite, even encouraging, but there was also a tone of urgency.“They need the first installment as soon as possible,” the email read. “The earlier we secure it, the faster they can begin.”I leaned back in my chair, staring at the screen. A small knot of unease tightened in my stomach. It had only been a day since I signed the contract. Was it normal for them to already be pressing for money?Just then, Bridget walked in with a stack of files. She placed them on my desk, then paused when she noticed the frown on my face. “Is everything okay, ma’am?”I closed the laptop slowly.