All Chapters of The Vows We Fake : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The city outside our window was asleep, but my mind wasn’t. The soft glow of the television painted the room in shifting colors of blue, gold, then the faint crimson of some late-night movie scene. Zane sat beside me on the couch, one arm draped lazily around my shoulders, the other holding the remote. I could hear the faint, steady rhythm of his breathing and the static whisper of my own thoughts trying to swallow me whole. I hated the quiet. Quiet meant thinking. Thinking meant remembering. I pressed my hand against my stomach. Even now, after everything, I still did that unconsciously like my body needed reassurance that the small life inside me still existed. My heartbeat thudded beneath my ribs, too fast, too loud. What if someone found out? The doctor’s visit had already leaked. His face had been plastered all over the internet for days, and though no one had confirmed why he’d been in Zane Blackwood’s building, I knew it was only a matter of time. The world never let go of

The morning light filtered through the curtains, pale and indifferent, like it had nothing to do with the night before. I didn’t remember falling asleep. One moment, I’d been replaying Leah’s words; the next, I was jolting awake to the sound of the shower running. Zane was already up. For a while, I stayed still, watching the line of his suit jacket hanging over the chair, the half-empty glass of water on his nightstand. Everything about him was neat, controlled, deliberate. And yet, that small detail of the jacket draped instead of hung made something inside me twist. He never left things undone. When he stepped out of the bathroom, steam followed him. His hair was damp, his shirt sleeves rolled up, the faint scent of his cologne trailing behind. “Morning,” he said easily. I managed a small smile. “Morning.” He glanced at me, and I could tell he was reading my face. He always did that, looking too closely, like he could pull thoughts from under my skin. “Rough night?” he aske

The world doesn’t stop burning just because you’ve won. Sometimes it burns louder. By the next morning, the Blackwood empire was collapsing in real time. Every screen, every headline screamed about Sera and Catherine. Some called it “the greatest scandal in corporate history.” Others called it “a modern tragedy.” I just called it justice. The morning shows replayed the footage from Catherine’s breakdown a dozen times, her red-rimmed eyes, her voice breaking as she screamed about her daughter in front of flashing cameras. The woman who once lectured others on control had shattered like glass. Her foundation was gone, her empire bleeding investors by the minute. But the world didn’t have mercy. It never did. Now it was Sera’s turn to crumble. She hadn’t been seen since the press ambush outside her mansion. Reporters swarmed every hospital, every known property, searching for her. Some claimed she was in hiding at a private estate in France. Others insisted she’d been checked into

Catherine’s final sentence stayed suspended in the air like something poisonous. “I have been getting inside information from someone close to you.” The room fell painfully still. I felt my heartbeat slip and stagger, but I forced my face to remain calm. Beside me, Zane did not move at all. His posture did not shift, his eyes did not blink. He simply stared at her with an intensity that made the office feel colder. Catherine sat across from us, hands trembling slightly as though she expected sympathy. She was wrong. She let out a soft, nervous breath. “I did not know at first,” she said. “But this insider was close. Too close. They passed things along to dangerous people. And that is how the fire happened.” Something inside me cracked. For one suspended moment, everything around me blurred. I could almost smell smoke again, feel the heat that had chased me through the dark. I heard Marcus’s frantic whisper from years ago. There is a traitor among us. Back then, I did not want

My hands trembled as I opened Zane’s message. I expected reassurance. I expected an update about Marcus. I expected anything that would soften the nightmare unfolding around us. Instead I read: Come and meet me. I found evidence. I need to show you. Come to the old warehouse near the docks. Come now. For a moment, I simply stared at the words, convinced my eyes were playing tricks on me. Come now? Leave the house to an abandoned building? My pulse hammered against my ribs. Only a few hours ago, Zane had told me in that urgent voice of his not to leave the penthouse under any circumstances. Not to pick up calls. Not to trust anyone. He practically carved the warnings into my skin with how serious he sounded. Now he wanted me to come to one of the most unsafe parts of the city? I read the message again. And again. My heart sank deeper with every pass. Something was wrong. I typed back quickly. Zane this does not sound safe. You told me to stay home. What is happening. The rep