All Chapters of The reluctant vow: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

The morning sun had climbed higher now, spilling through the tall windows of the dining room in warm streaks of gold. The table was set simply — toast, fruit, a steaming pot of tea — yet the silence between them made it feel heavier than any elaborate meal.Zara shifted slightly in her chair, her palm unconsciously resting over the small swell beneath her silk robe. It was still subtle — only noticeable to her — but the weight of the life growing inside her made everything feel sharper, heavier.Regan sat opposite her, scrolling through emails on his tablet while occasionally reaching for his cup. She watched him from the corner of her eye, her thoughts wandering to places she hadn’t dared visit in months.Six months.Just six months left before their deal expired. And now, six months until their child arrived into a world that might not have them together.“Are you even listening?” Regan’s voice broke through her thoughts, teasing but curious.Zara blinked and offered a small, distra

Zara’s hands were still trembling when she dialed Kemi again later that evening. The room was dim, the only light spilling from the bedside lamp casting a warm glow over her tired features.“Kemi… I found something,” she whispered as soon as her friend picked up. “An old newspaper clipping about Rami. It says he died of a heart condition — not an accident. And there’s more… there were transaction records, offshore accounts, all hidden inside Chief Kareem’s study. Not Regan’s — his.”Kemi was silent for a moment, and when she spoke, her voice was tight with urgency. “I need to see them.”Zara swallowed. “I put them back. I couldn’t risk him finding out I’d been there.”“I know you needed to,” Kemi said, her tone steady. “But I mean the photos. The ones you took of all the evidence.”There was a pause — a heavy, sinking one.Zara’s lips parted, but no words came out. And then it hit her like a blow to the chest. She hadn’t taken any photos. She had been too panicked, too focused on not

The house was quiet again by nightfall — the kind of heavy silence that made every creak in the hallway feel louder than it should. Zara waited until Regan’s breathing had deepened beside her, the steady rhythm telling her he was fast asleep. Only then did she slip out of bed, careful not to wake him, and pad silently down the corridor.Her heart hammered against her ribs as she approached the study door. She hadn’t stopped thinking about that locked drawer all day — the one she’d noticed during her frantic evidence hunt that morning but hadn’t dared to touch. Something in her gut told her whatever was inside might be the missing piece. The truth she’d been chasing could be sitting right there, just waiting for her to find it.The study was cloaked in shadows when she slipped inside, moonlight spilling through the tall window and pooling across the desk. Chief Kareem was nowhere to be seen this time, thank God. She closed the door softly behind her and crossed the room on trembling le

Zara’s hands were still trembling when she locked herself inside her private room and dialed Kemi’s number. The second she heard her best friend’s sleepy voice, the words tumbled out of her — the envelope, the date, the name Zainab T., and the chilling message that she was still alive.For a long moment, there was only silence on the other end. Then Kemi spoke, her voice steady and focused — the voice Zara had come to rely on whenever things got complicated.“Send me a picture of the letter. Every page. Every word,” Kemi said.Zara did. And for the next hour, both women sat on opposite ends of the city, digging through the depths of the internet, public records, old foundation reports — anything that could offer a thread.Finally, Kemi’s sharp intake of breath broke the silence. “Zara… I found something.”“What is it?” Zara’s voice was barely a whisper.“There’s a single mention of a girl named Zainab T. in an old charity newsletter — dated September 1999. It lists her as one of the ‘

It was almost midnight when the phone rang. Nathan had just finished rocking Amira to sleep and was quietly tidying up the nursery when the familiar name flashed across his screen.Imani.He hesitated for a second before answering. “Hello?”“Hi…” Her voice was softer than usual, careful, as though she wasn’t sure she had the right to speak. “Is she asleep?”“Yeah,” he replied, glancing at the tiny sleeping figure in the crib. “Just went down. She was fussy today.”“I wish I was there,” Imani murmured. There was a pause — the kind that carried a thousand unspoken things. “Can you… can you let me hear her breathing? Just for a second?”Nathan turned the phone toward Amira and held it close. On the other end, Imani’s silence said more than any words could. A soft sniffle followed before she cleared her throat and forced a steadier tone.“I’ve been thinking,” she said, “I want to make things a little easier for you. I’m going to send a nanny — someone professional. She’ll come during the