All Chapters of Broken Vows: A Billionaire's Secret: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CHAPTER 21 ZYLIAH'S POV I pushed my cart slowly through the vegetable aisle, scanning shelves for parsley to use in tonight’s dinner. The boys were spending the day with Delia, and Natasha had gone along with them too. I was still giving her the cold shoulder, so she was trying to soften me up by doting on my boys. I had no issues with whatever she wanted to do for them, but for now, I didn’t want to talk to her. Finally seeing the last bunch of parsley, I hurried to go grab it before someone else did. Just as I got my fingers on it, another hand reached for the same bunch at the exact moment. I tossed it into my cart in one fast motion, not giving them a chance to grab it first. I lifted my head, my curiosity already buzzing, to see who I’d just beat to the parsley. My left brow twitched in surprise. Suddenly remembering his attitude from a few days back, my expression morphed to something unfriendly. I pivoted my cart sharply and steered it straight toward the checkout count

CHAPTER 23 ZYLIAH’S POV “A visitor is here for Miss Zyliah.” One of Delia’s maids came in to inform us. “A visitor for me?” I blinked. Who even knew I was living here? Since I’d been back, I’d rarely associated with anyone except for Delia and Natasha, even though we still weren’t on talking terms. “Is it a man or a woman?” Delia tilted her head, suddenly interested. We were in the living room, playing indoor games. Natasha was there too, though her mood was hard to read. She’d only returned a few minutes ago from seeing her boyfriend in prison. “A woman,” the young girl said. “A woman?” I raised a brow, confused by the answer. “Let her in,” Delia ordered. “Yes, ma’am.” The maid went ahead to do as she’d been instructed. “Let her in? What if she’s got shady intentions?” I asked, eyeing Delia. “She obviously can’t overpower all three of us. And really, if she meant harm, she’d already be standing where the maid was a second ago, demanding what she wants, probably with

CHAPTER 25 ZYLIAH’S POV I was only here because Charlotte had asked me to come but nothing prepared me for the sight before me. “Wow! Mummy this house is magni-scent!” Waylen exclaimed, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets. I let out a light laugh. “Yes, baby, it is magnificent,” I replied, silently correcting his pronunciation of the word. “And beautiful, mummy. It’s bigger than our house and Aunt Delia’s house together.” Casper’s eyes shone in childlike admiration. “Yes, it is.” The house we lived in before we came down to Greenvylle was big and luxurious but it was nothing compared to this. This was huge! Like palace kind of huge! A bit confused on where to park my car, I decided to park a few feet from a fountain which had the sculpted image of a mythical Olympian god, Zeus. A young guy dressed as a valet hurried towards me. “Good day, ma’am. Let me help you with your car. The garage for guests is at the other end of the building.” They had a garage for guest

CHAPTER 27 ZYLIAH’S POV “What?! You cannot be serious!” Who did this guy think he was? Some sort of god? “I play with anything but not those who are family, and this result says those boys are my family. You cannot take them away. I will not let you.” “Do not let me…” “Both of you sit down.” Grandma Charlotte’s voice was calm but carried a steely warning that left no room for either argument or disobedience. Quietly but still fuming, I took the chair across from his and sat down. He was assessing me coldly, as if he was trying to figure me out. I ignored him. “This is not the way to go about this. All this quarreling and bickering won’t solve anything,” Grandma Charlotte began. “Sayge, you do not just order the mother of your kids to leave them and go. What is wrong with you? You were raised better than this. She went through all the troubles of pregnancy, labor pains, delivery, and raising them to this age. She’s not some nanny you paid or a surrogate mother. She is their

CHAPTER 29 ZYLIAH’S POV “How did it go?” Delia asked as soon as I entered the living room, freshly showered and in more comfortable clothes. The boys, worn out from all the games and all the food they’d been stuffed with, had passed out the second they hit the shower. It had been more stressful bathing and dressing them up for bed. It was evening, I was sure they’d only be waking up the next morning. “Hectic and filled with drama.” A big yawn tore my mouth open. “Is there food at home?” “I’ve ordered Thai, five portions. Two for the boys, just in case they decide to wake up later and ask for food,” she said. “Oh, that’s nice. Thank you.” She pulled a face. “I’m not doing it for gratitude. I’m just going to miss you guys so much, you know.” “What are you saying? Missing us? Julia, the realtor, still hasn’t gotten us a house that fits me and the boys. I’m still waiting on her call for whenever she finally finds one,” I explained, a bit puzzled by her words. She snorted. “Who’