Broken Vows: A Billionaire's Secret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

CHAPTER 41ZYLIAH’S POV"You can hate me to your heart's content, but you have to tell me why you changed your name from Smith to Davis." His angry tone followed me as I tried to escape his suffocating presence."I do not owe you anything." I hated how shaky my voice had gotten. Burying the past had been too hard. Almost successful. Trying to forget what I'd gone through as payback for my years of sacrifice, love, and hard work for the family that had not just backstabbed me but also allowed the public to ridicule me was the toughest pill I'd had to swallow.Maybe I should have never returned. But Delia was the reason I'd returned. Her accident had brought me back. She had stood by me till the end, even with the distance. And I thought to extend the same hand to her. Right now, I was beginning to think my reason for returning wasn't worth this. All of this! A hand grabbed me. My hand and arm flailed and extended to his face and landed one.A deep, furious grunt rumbled from him. He

CHAPTER 43ZYLIAH’S POVI had no idea how to feel about the news, so I kept my mouth shut and my expression carefully blank.I could feel his gaze on me, but I forced myself not to look his way.“Are you saying we have a sister?” the twins asked in unison, their voices rising in disbelief.“Yes. You have a sister,” he said simply.“How old is she?” one of them asked, their curiosity bubbling to the surface."She's the same age as you." “Is she going to live with us?” Casper asked, leaning forward a little.“I believe so. Do you want her to?” He was seeking their opinion, and strangely enough, it felt thoughtful that he would care about their feelings enough to even ask in the first place.“If she isn’t mean, yes. But if she is, no. I don’t want no mean sister,” Waylen said with a firm shake of his head.“Yeah. Mean people are like...like really bad.” Casper chimed in with a solemn nod.“Yeah. Our mummy says not to mingle with bad people.” Waylen shook his head slowly, repeating the w

CHAPTER 45ANTHONY SMITH’S POV"Where's the client? Did you not inform him of the meeting?" I swallowed down the lump of apprehension, trying to drown the real reason my potential client wasn't here yet."He… he backed out at the last minute. Says we have to provide records of the company’s successful innovations from the last five years," my secretary, Penelope, said.I opened my mouth but shut it immediately. There was nothing to say. I truly had nothing to say.Without another word, I left her behind and walked into my office.Anger and more apprehension clawed at me viciously. My spacious, air-conditioned office felt small and cramped—hot and uncomfortable.I was on the verge of losing it all. All my years of hard work were about to go down the drain. For the past five years, instead of gaining clients and making real profits, all I had to show were losses—money and clients both.Sabrina had played an awful part in these clients leaving. She couldn't hold on to any of them, nor co

CHAPTER 47 MARTINO’S POV I was in my private study when the telephone rang. I didn’t waste time picking it up—I already had a strong hunch who might be calling—and put it on loudspeaker. "Hello?" "Good afternoon, Mr. Delson." The familiar voice of my 'little birdie' echoed in the quiet of my study. "Hang on. I'm coming." I stood up and walked to check if the door was locked. Once I confirmed it was locked, and with the walls being soundproof, I felt confident no one could overhear. I returned to my chair. "Any update?" I got straight to the point, reaching into the top drawer of my desk for my cigar and lighter. I lit a fresh stick and puffed smoke as I listened, being fed information. A new woman, named Claire, showed up at the house today with a five-year-old daughter. Turns out Mr. Williams Jr. has another child—with her.” "Claire who? Did you get a surname?" "I think I heard Grandma Charlotte introduce her to Zyliah as Claire Bermout." "Alright." I made a

CHAPTER 49 ZYLIAH’S POV "It's such a lovely afternoon." Discussions about Claire forgotten, Grandma Charlotte visibly relaxed in the chair, leaning back to make herself more comfortable. "Yes, it is," I said, absentmindedly watching the kids play with floaters. I wanted to call them in before they caught a cold, but I didn't have the heart to ruin their fun. Plus, it gave me time for myself. I was going to make sure they bathed with warm water when they were done. "How's it going?" she asked, her tone hinting exactly at what I thought it was. My next response was a shrug. "To be honest, I don't think it's going to go the way you planned.” "Don't give up." She frowned a little—not out of annoyance or anger, just something reflexive. "Why don't you tell Claire? I mean, they've clearly known each other for years." "Yet no change from him? If anything, he got worse. I didn't even know about her until a few days ago. I know my grandson, Zyliah. When he loves, he loves loud. Dote