Semua Bab Tangled in Her Vows : Bab 1 - Bab 5

ZALE POV I turned off the ignition of my car as I stayed seated. It had been a year since I last came home and I don't want to be here. My fists clenched tightly around the steering. I could be busy attending meetings and signing contracts. Mrs. Layla had insisted that I come home, making it impossible to refuse. Taking deep breaths, I steadied myself before exiting my car. With one hand tucked in my pant pocket, I took measured, yet deliberate, steps. My skin crawled, my brain screaming that I should turn around and leave, never to return. It seemed the old wound reopened. Dreadful memories flooded every nerve and vein. The soles of my shoe clicked against the marble floor. The butler opened the door for me. "Welcome home, young master Zale," giving me a brief bow. I asked, "Where are my parents?" My eyes fixed on the large family portrait on the wall. "At the garden," he replied and without waiting another second, I walked out on him, heading to my room. Twisting the doorkno

ZALE POVI stopped typing on my laptop when my eyes started to hurt. Groaning, I closed my eyes.Ever since the argument with that girl, I had buried myself in work. To block out her pretentious voice, my parents' threat and the unending anger raging inside of me.My gaze shifted to the wall clock, and it was past midnight. Sleep had eluded me. The luxury of tranquility was beyond reach.For years, I had managed the storm, but now. It had become chaotic. No matter how much I try to understand why my parents did what they did, nothing made sense.Unless she manipulated them, I don't see why they chose her. As unreasonable as it sounds, my father threatened to strip me of my inheritance if I divorce her.But no matter what, I'll make her suffer so badly that she will divorce me instead. Good thing I don't need anything from her.I see through the facade she's putting on. All I see is a pretentious, greedy, and manipulative gold digger. Else, why would she agree to marry a man that you k

ZALE POVI raised my head when I heard a knock on the door. "Come in," I groaned, returning my gaze back to the laptop."Hello sir, I came to inform you that I'll be clocking out now," Evan, my secretary, announced."Why?" I hissed. Why would he clock out when it's not yet close of business?I didn't get a response, so I looked at him, furrowing a brow."I.. I don't understand, sir," he murmured.Why am I surrounded by dumb people lately? "What's the time Evan?"I watched him check his wristwatch. "It's past 11 p.m" he said.Wait, how? I've only done a small portion of my work. Turning on my phone, it was indeed twenty minutes past eleven."You can go," I grumbled, and he rushed out like I was about to hurt him or something.I didn't know it was this late. After I returned from my parents’ house, I came directly to the office as I didn't see the need to drop by at home.Shortly after I got to New York, mom blew up my phone with tons of calls and messages, so I had to switch it off.I