Todos os capítulos de In the name of vows: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Epilogue OneTwo Years LaterThe wedding was held just outside the city, where the air smelled cleaner and the sky felt wider. A garden venue, open and green, strings of warm lights already glowing even though the sun hadn’t fully set yet. There were no towering arches or excessive decorations. Just white flowers, soft music, and the kind of calm that only comes when people arrive without fear of what they might find.Christine and Adrian arrived together.Not late. Not early. Just on time.They stepped out of the car side by side, instinctively close, not clinging, not distant. The kind of closeness that didn’t need effort anymore. Adrian adjusted Christine’s shawl without thinking, then caught her smile and shrugged as if to say, habit. She reached for his hand, not because she needed grounding, but because it felt right.Two years had changed them.Christine looked different not in a dramatic way, but in the way confidence settles into a person’s posture. She wore a simple dress t

Think the story ends here? Think again.While empires were rebuilt and vows were tested, two people were busy fighting a very different battle. Their own hearts.Katy runs. Mark stands firm.She fears staying. He’s never fallen before.What begins as a simple connection during chaos soon turns into something neither of them is prepared for.Ready for sparks, tension, and a love story that refuses to play by the rules?Turn the page and discover the love story of Katy and Mark.BETWEEN FLIGHTS AND FEELINGS (Book 2)Chapter One Katy’s POVThe second time I sit across from Mark Kellerham, he looks less like a corporate savior and more like a man who hasn’t slept in three days.Which is almost attractive.Almost.He’s in shirtsleeves instead of a suit jacket this time. The top button of his white shirt undone. Tie loosened like he lost patience with it hours ago. His phone lies face down on the cafe table between us, vibrating every few minutes like the world refuses to let him breathe.

Chapter ThreeMarks POV Mark had built a reputation for being unshakable.While everyone else reacted, he calculated.While others panicked, he prioritized.While investors questioned, he answered.It was how he survived corporate storms.And the company was in one.The boardroom was thick with tension that morning. Financial projections glowed harshly on the screen. Numbers didn’t lie but they did provoke.Adrian stood at the head of the table, emotionless as always, outlining the recovery plan with precision. No wasted words. No visible doubt.Mark contributed where necessary. Risk analysis. Market strategy. Damage containment.Focused.Measured.Unsmiling.Exactly as he was expected to be.The meeting finally adjourned after two hours of heavy discussion and barely concealed frustration. Executives filtered out in clusters, murmuring concerns.Adrian remained at the head of the table, staring at the screen long after everyone left.Mark gathered his tablet and stepped aside to res

Chapter FiveKaty’s povI wake up feeling like I confessed something I wasn’t supposed to survive.The sunlight is too bright. My head pulses. My throat feels scraped raw.And then memory settles in. All the details from yesterday rush in.The call from my mother.Her voice was oddly calm when she informed me.We’re finally doing it, Katy. It’s over.The bar.The way the noise blurred.The way I called Mark because I didn’t know who else to call.His hands steady on my shoulders.His chest was solid under my cheek.We almost kissed.I sit upright in bed.Mortified doesn’t begin to cover it.I told him things. Things I don’t even say and would have never said out loud even when I’m sober. About the shouting. The silence. The plates that shattered against walls. The way I used to count seconds between my father’s footsteps and my mother’s door slamming.I let him see the scared girl who learned to pack emotionally long before she ever packed a suitcase.And worst of all?I almost let my

Chapter seven Katy’s povI’m halfway through convincing myself I imagined him when there’s a knock at my door.My heart jumps.For a split second I think maybe he forgot something. Maybe he left. Maybe he…No. That’s ridiculous.I didn’t order room service.The knock comes again. Firm. Certain.I walk to the door slowly, pulse picking up in a way I refuse to examine. When I pulled it open, the surprise on my face.Mark.Not who I ever expected.Standing there like he belongs in every country I run to.For a moment I just stare.Because I already saw him downstairs. I already let him in. I already argued with him.And yet somehow seeing him again after he stepped out to “give me air” still shocks me.“You’re still here,” I say before I can stop myself.His brow lifts slightly. “That was the plan.”I hate that a part of me is relieved.Happy.Warm.So I do what I always do when something feels too good.I narrow my eyes. “Why are you really here?”He studies me carefully, like he’s d