All Chapters of Beneath the Broken Vows: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

At precisely eight o’clock, Alpha Andrew adjusted his belt, as he looked straight to his reflection on the full-length mirror. The dark suit fit him so we'll. Beneath it, the crisp sky blue shirt provided a connected contrast. His movements were deliberate and precise just as everything in his life was carefully measured. A floral scent drifted through the room before Vivian even walked inside their room. She moved with quiet grace. As she approached, her eyes lingered on him, admiration flickering inside her eyes. Without a word, she reached up, fingers brushing against Andrew’s chest as she adjusted his tie, closely“You always manage to look perfect,” she whispered, a small smile curving her lips. His lips twitched, almost forming a smile. “The same with you.” Vivian laughed gently, shaking her head, but her touch lingered for a beat longer before she stepped back. Andrew was looking at Vivian for a moment, then turned over to the mirror .It's already Eight o’clock and Andr

"I'm surprised as you are, my friend," Cecilia confessed. "But I think that he was examining a few test results because I overheard him discussing it with one of the nurses." A moment of silence lingered between them. At that moment, Annie's eyes grew large. "Hold on." She pressed her finger to her nose, contemplating. "Everything is clear now." Cecilia scowled. "What seems clear, Annie?" Annie leaned back, folding her arms. "This clarifies how Victor learned about your pregnancy." Cecilia's scowl intensified. Annie nodded, her thoughts racing rapidly. "Consider it, Cecilia." He must have been in the hospital that very day. Perhaps he noticed you, even if he initially didn't recognize it was you. And if he had any uncertainties, a single inquisitive nurse could have pieced everything together for him. Cecilia felt her stomach clench. Victor Harris consistently possessed an uncanny ability to be aware of information that was not meant for him. She could already envision his arr

Gentle chatter rippled across the spacious ballroom, yet the rift between Vivian and Lancelot was impossible to ignore. A thick tension lingered in the room, Charged with an unspoken tension. Vivian's tone held firm, yet her words pierced the quiet like a sharpened edge. Lancelot's teeth pressed together, his golden eyes glinting with restrained emotion. His eyes shimmered in the soft light, concealing emotions beneath their depths. He faced Donald, his stance rigid and composed. "Who informed Vivian that you have a spouse and child?" Donald's voice was sharp, his eyes locked onto Lancelot. A quiet, restrained growl resonated deep within Lancelot. Only those with enhanced senses caught the sound. Vivian straightened her face to focus but her look betrayed her. Without a hint of anger, doubt, or curiosity, only a calm, composed presence that concealed her thoughts."I have no clue from what source she gathered that information," Lancelot answered in a measured tone. Donald's shar

The atmosphere of Dr. Leonard’s office became calm like a graveyard as Dr Marcus refused to utter any word to Cecilia. Nurse Evelyn’s voice resonated steadily and resolutely, with every word precise like a tooth-piercing skin. Her words carried a certainty that disturbed everything in that room, revealing hidden truths with each utterance.Next to her, the other nurse remained rigid, eyes open in shock. It felt like she was encountering Evelyn for the first time; how did she know all these details? How had she untangled a network that no one else dared to know?Silence hung heavy like mist once Evelyn completed her words.Dr. Leonard's piercing look fell upon Dr. Marcus, his face inscrutable, yet his very presence demanded obedience. "Do you have anything to defend yourself with?" His voice held the authority of an Alpha seeking a response.Marcus stayed motionless, muscles tensed, his wolf lurking under his skin. His nostrils opened a bit, absorbing the residual odors in the space, t

Andrew gripped his phone tightly, his fingers digging into the sides as he heard Vivian's voice. His wolf shifted under his skin, agitated, detecting the significance of this discussion. "You must come to Healing Field Hospital now," he stated, his tone intense, pressing. "I'm in Dr. Leonard's office." Vivian faced her mirror, clutching a notecard packed with notes for her gratitude speech. The contract with **Socialite Women Magazine** was a significant achievement, and she had practiced all morning. Yet the strain in Andrew's voice sliced through her concentration like a knife. Her intuition ignited on why he didn't tell Andrew everything before it escalated to this point.As soon as she hung up, she called her assistant, Lisa. "Cancel my upcoming appointments and take care of the thank-you pitch," she commanded, her tone decisive and sharp. Lisa paused. "Mrs Blackwood, the magazine executives are awaiting a direct reply from you." "As you can see now, I have a more pressing i