All Chapters of The reluctant vow: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

The delivery room slowly quieted, the storm of chaos replaced with soft coos and muffled sobs of joy. The air was warm with emotion — the kind that only comes after pain and fear have been conquered.Zara lay back on the hospital bed, exhausted but glowing, her eyes fixed on the two tiny bundles in Regan’s arms. One wrapped in a pink blanket, the other in blue. Her heart swelled just watching him — the proud, teary father who couldn’t stop staring at his newborns.Regan’s tears streamed freely now. He didn’t care who was watching. “They’re… they’re so small,” he whispered, his voice trembling as he held the boy close to his chest. Then he switched arms and looked down at his daughter, smiling through his tears. “Look at her, Zara. She has your nose.”Zara chuckled weakly. “And your stubborn face,” she teased softly.The nurse opened the door gently and called out, “You can come in now.”Kemi and Nathan stepped into the ward carefully, smiles wide, eyes glistening.“Oh my God!” Kemi ga

The morning sunlight poured softly into Zara’s hospital room, filling it with a warm, golden glow. The scent of baby lotion and flowers mixed in the air, and soft baby cries echoed faintly as the nurse helped Zara prepare to leave later that day.Zara sat on the edge of the bed, her hair tied into a neat bun, dressed in a simple but elegant pastel robe. Her skin still looked a little pale from the delivery, but her smile — that quiet, glowing smile — made her look radiant.Regan entered the room grinning, hiding something behind his back.“What are you up to?” Zara asked, raising a brow.“Nothing serious,” he said with a playful smirk. “Just… a little surprise before we head home.”Before she could question him further, two men walked in — one carrying a camera, the other holding a set of light reflectors.“Regan!” Zara gasped softly. “You didn’t.”“Oh, I did,” he said proudly. “Our first family photo. You, me, and the twins — before all the chaos of home begins.”Kemi clapped her han

The afternoon sun bathed the Kareem mansion in soft gold as the convoy of cars rolled in through the iron gates. Balloons and ribbons lined the driveway, fluttering in the warm breeze. The moment Zara stepped out of the car, a cheer rose from the staff and a few invited guests gathered in front of the grand entrance.Chief Kareem stood proudly at the center of it all, dressed in a flowing white agbada that shimmered under the light. His usually stern face was softened with what looked almost like genuine joy. Beside him were Zara’s parents, their faces glowing with pride, and a few family friends and business associates who had come to welcome the new mother and her twins home.Kemi carried one of the babies gently, while Regan held the other, his arm brushing against Zara’s as they walked side by side into the house. The sweet scent of fresh flowers filled the air, mingled with the faint aroma of food being prepared in the kitchen. The walls were adorned with congratulatory banners —

The afternoon sun poured gently through the tall curtains of the Kareem mansion, casting soft golden hues on the marble floor. The atmosphere was peaceful — the kind of calm that came only after long weeks of chaos and sleepless nights. Zara sat on the couch in the living room, dressed in a simple pastel robe, her hair tied up in a messy bun. One of the twins rested against her chest, sleeping soundly, while the other lay beside her in a soft white bassinet.Regan walked in quietly from the hallway, still wearing his loose home T-shirt and joggers, scrolling through his phone. The faint sound of a ringtone broke the silence. He glanced at the screen and froze for a moment before a slow smile spread across his face.“It’s Mama,” he said softly, his tone brightening with excitement.Zara’s head lifted instantly, her tired eyes lighting up. “Really? A video call?”“Yes,” he said, already swiping to answer. “She must’ve missed her grandchildren too much.”Zara giggled lightly. “Then let’s

When Regan walked back into the nursery, the soft hum of the air conditioner filled the silence. Zara stood near the crib, folding tiny clothes with exaggerated calm, her back turned to him. Her mind was spinning with the words she had just heard — “He has destroyed too many lives.”Regan’s steps were slow, heavy, almost hesitant. He ran a hand through his hair, forcing a yawn to appear casual. “Everything okay?” he asked lightly, setting his phone on the dresser.Zara turned, her expression composed but her eyes sharp. “Yeah, everything’s fine,” she replied. Her voice was soft, almost indifferent, yet laced with quiet curiosity.She smoothed out a little white onesie and placed it neatly beside the others before asking, “What did your mum mean by that? About your father?”The question landed like a dart — quick, direct, and impossible to dodge.Regan froze for a second, the muscles in his jaw tightening just slightly before he turned to face her. “What?” he asked, feigning confusion.