All Chapters of Ruthless Vows: The Billionaire Revenge: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Only a man who’s dangerous looks at you like he already owns your secrets.”That’s how Damien Sinclair looked at me as he pointed I sat at the car as the guard opened the car door.The Bentley’s interior smells like sandalwood and silent power as he had always been. The city blurred past the tinted windows as he poured me a glass of wine without asking what I liked.It was Malbec. My favorite.I hadn’t said a word to him since he gave me a lift. My soaked clothes clung to my skin, my fingers were trembling but was only noticed by me, and my thoughts jumbled, wondering what he is up to. Every instinct in me screamed to run. But his voice was gravity—low, smooth, addictive just as it has always been. And my exhaustion made escape feel like floating, I wanted to but I couldn't.“I have an offer for you ,” he said,with his eyes trained ahead as the car ascended into the heart of Manhattan’s elite. “And I don’t make them twice.” he snapped. I didn't reply to him instantly. The elevato

There are moments in life when the ground doesn’t just shift beneath you—it crumbles and threatens to swallow you. Mine began to collapse the moment Damien whispered my real last name while inside me, like a ghost I didn’t remember inviting. I was shocked beyond words. My feet froze at that spot. Leaving my jaw dropped. I turned viciously towards his direction to ask him to repeat the name. Maybe I had an allusion or was it real? I questioned myself but I couldn't get myself to ask him such a question. My head was running a scatter hat with a lot of questions at the same time. I hated myself for giving in to his urge cheaply. I needed to remind myself we are for contract and not romance. Yet I couldn't take my eyes off him. His cute face. His well curved lips and yes of course his blue eyes which were closed.The next morning, the sunlight spilled into the penthouse suite like liquid gold. But I wasn’t warm. I sat at the edge of the bed, the silk sheets tangled around my waist

The door clicked shut behind Damien.Celeste stood frozen, her heart pounding from the shock of his sudden exit. The fire he left in his eyes still burned in her mind. His words hung heavy in the room, “You don’t want to know the truth.” But she did. She really, really did. Sleep was out of the question. The house had gone quiet, but her thoughts screamed in the room. Celeste paced her bedroom and glanced at the small key in her hand every few minutes, the one she had found tucked inside the letter, while her thumb rubbed over the cold metal, as if that alone would summon the answers she needed. She didn’t need more time to think. She needed action. She took her phone for light, then she slipped out of her room and tiptoed down the hallway with every creaking floorboard making her flinch. but she didn’t stop even when the walls felt like they were watching her. So she climbed the narrow stairs to the attic, her breath visible in the cool air. The attic door moaned open like a warni

The lights blinked once and again, then everything went dark. A loud thunder boom shook the big windows, and the rain started hitting the glass harder, like the storm had been waiting for the perfect time to go wild. Celeste, who was halfway up the stairs with a heavy old book in her hand, stopped moving right away, her heart beating fast and she held her breath the second she heard slow, heavy footsteps coming from somewhere behind her in the darkness.“Damien?” Her voice was soft but strained. He walked into the unsteady light from the fireplace, holding a flashlight. The sudden shadows carved sharp lines on his face. He looked tired. Angry. Guarded.She didn’t move. “You okay?” he asked, his voice unusually quiet. Celeste nodded slowly but her eyes didn’t leave his. “Why did the power go out?”“Transformer blew. Storm’s bad.” She put the book back and tried to walk past him, but Damien stepped into her path. The library was big, but with the storm howling outside and the firep

Celeste clutched the photograph album to her chest as she crept down the hallway. Her fingers were numb. Her legs are shaky. Her mind kept circling that image—the one with her mother smiling beside a man who looked too much like Damien. But the date printed in the corner said it was taken before Damien should’ve been born.He had lied.Again. She waited until the residence fell quiet. Then she slipped on her coat, shoved the key from the attic letter into her pocket, and grabbed a flashlight from the kitchen drawer. She didn’t understand what she was looking for. She just knew she couldn’t sit in that mansion another second without doing something. The rain had stopped, but the wind still howled. She drove for an hour outside the city, following the note in her mother’s diary. “Where truth was once spoken in silence,” it said.That line had haunted her for days. Until she remembered the old countryside house her mother used to take her to. It had been sold years ago, left to rot.