Lahat ng Kabanata ng Beneath the Broken Vows: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

“What is my offense that you must treat me like this, Andrew?” Cecilia’s voice trembled with frustration, her eyes blazing with pain and anger as she confronted him.Andrew Blackwood, the man she’d once admired from afar, stood before her with his arms crossed, his expression unmoved. Those deep, golden-brown eyes she’d dreamed about as a girl now looked right through her, cold and detached.“You have no right to question me, Cecilia,” he replied, his voice smooth and calm, as if her accusations meant nothing to him.The words struck her harder than she expected, yet she remained standing, swallowing down the ache in her chest. Their marriage was little more than a shadow, an arrangement that had drained her heart dry over the past two years. She had thought it might bring her some measure of peace or connection, but it had only shown her the depths of her loneliness.A bitter pang of longing twisted inside her as she looked at him. She was trapped in a marriage that felt like a cage,

By nightfall, Cecilia had left the Blackwood estate behind, the sprawling mansion shrinking in the rearview mirror as she drove away. She didn’t look back; the place that had once represented stability now felt suffocating, haunted by betrayal. The journey was long, and by the time she reached Northbrook, the day was already dawn. The town was worlds away from the opulence and shadowed halls of Blackwood Mansion, and for the first time in a long while, Cecilia felt a faint glimmer of hope.Northbrook is where her friend Annie lives. Cecilia told Annie about his divorce from Andrew and she invited her to come and stay with her.Northbrook was peaceful, untouched by the chaos and heartache she had left behind. She found her friend, Annie’s modest apartment in the heart of town, its humble charm soothing her frayed nerves.Annie, Cecilia’s friend from high school, moved to Northbrook after fleeing her husband, who refused to sign the divorce papers that would free her from the arranged m

The next morning, Cecilia rested against the basin in the softly lit restroom, her hands shaking as she focused on the tiny plastic stick she held. The two pale pink lines appeared to sear into her sight, stubbornly remaining even after countless blinks. Her thoughts whirled as if the walls surrounding her were starting to constrict. A wave of nausea rolled in her stomach, not due to pregnancy but from the intense revelation. In what way? When? She clutched the rim of the sink for support. The mirror in the bathroom showed her pale face, her amber eyes open wide in astonishment. Her wolf moved restlessly inside her, perceiving her turmoil. This cannot be happening, she kept telling herself, repeatedly, yet the proof was undeniable. She tripped into the bedroom and fell onto the bed. The burden of the discovery that she's pregnant weighed on her heart like a steel clamp. She instantly thought of Andrew. Despite her deep hatred for him, he was her mate-or rather, the one selected by t

The office was unsettlingly silent while Alpha Andrew leaned against the big window, gazing at the city beneath. His wide shoulders were rigid, and his jaw was set firmly. The recognizable buzz of the fluorescent lights appeared more intense than normal, saturating the area with a clinical, nearly overwhelming atmosphere. He sensed the day's burden bearing down on him, every fleeting second driving him nearer to the brink. His phone vibrated on the stylish glass desk, jolting him from his daydream. He looked at the screen, feeling his chest constrict as he recognized the name. It was Marcus, his business partner, who was calling. "Not at this moment," Andrew whispered to himself. He knocked the phone off the desk, ending the call. However, it was irrelevant. The harm had already been inflicted. Earlier that morning, Andrew was caught off guard by a shocking piece of news. His separation from Cecilia had circulated rapidly. In a matter of hours, his private life was exposed for every

Cecilia sensed the cold sweat on her hands while positioned between Andrew and Victor, trapped in a tense confrontation.She was breathing fast and lightly, and with every statement Victor made, the tension in her stomach intensified. She felt trapped in a situation beyond her control,Enclosed by men who cared only for their own objectives,None of whom cared about her needsVictor’s smile remained steady, yet the atmosphere surrounding him was charged with a foreboding tension.He was enjoying this, enjoying the sight of Andrew feeling uncomfortable, enjoying the uncertainty enveloping them. To him, it was just a game and becoming fun, and Cecilia was simply a pawn. Andrew, in contrast, was boiling with angerHis hands were balled into tight fists, resting at his sides, His jaw was stiff, tense with frustration.He appeared to be teetering on the edge of his patience, He seemed moments away from losing it, but a calm force kept him in check. It might have been because Victor continued to