Semua Bab The Billionaire's Hidden Vows: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Rain slicked the sidewalk like lacquered glass as Savannah Cole stood before the towering steel-and-glass monolith that was the Briggs & Vale building. She had borrowed her cousin's heels, a coat two sizes too big, and a résumé printed on the back of her overdue rent notice. Her fingers were numb from gripping the subway pole all the way uptown, and her nerves felt like frayed electrical wire, sparking quietly beneath her skin.The doorman barely looked up as she crossed the marble threshold into a world that reeked of wealth and sterilized ambition. Inside, everything gleamed — polished chrome, white marble floors, glass surfaces that reflected not just your face but every insecurity hiding beneath it. Savannah felt like an imposter from the second her foot touched that floor.Upstairs, on the forty-third floor, the elevator opened with a whisper. It released her into a corridor so silent she could hear the blood in her ears. The carpet swallowed her footsteps. Behind a marble desk,

Savannah didn’t sleep. Her body lay still under silk sheets, but her mind stormed endlessly. Every creak in the hallway, every blink of a security camera, made her skin tighten with dread. She kept returning to the red box, replaying the moment she lifted the lid and saw that photograph—an image that had wormed its way beneath her skin.By morning, her nerves were frayed. Her reflection in the hallway mirror showed a woman unravelling—not from poverty, as before, but from uncertainty cloaked in diamonds. She looked older, wiser in ways she hadn’t earned. The wedding ring weighed on her finger like a secret. The red velvet box was still hidden in her vanity drawer, but the image inside was burnt into her thoughts.She had to confront him.She found Colton on the penthouse’s rooftop garden, sitting alone with a black coffee and a tablet, dressed in a tailored navy suit. The skyline unfurled behind him like a kingdom he owned, cool wind teasing at his cufflinks. He looked too calm, as if

It started with a book falling off the shelf.Savannah had barely touched the spine of a leather-bound volume when it tumbled forward, knocking over the rest like dominoes. She sighed and bent to pick them up, fingers tracing the cracked bindings. One book had fallen flat, its cover ajar like a mouth waiting to speak.Beneath it, something fluttered to the floor.A folded piece of newsprint.Curious, Savannah unfolded it slowly, feeling the age in its brittle corners. It was a clipping from a local paper, dated six years ago. The headline made her heart skip:Heiress Magnolia Quinn Declared Dead After Mysterious Disappearance.She scanned the small, grainy photo. The woman was beautiful. Regal. Her dark eyes held a defiant challenge. But it wasn’t her expression that froze Savannah’s blood.It was the ring on her left hand.Her ring. The same delicate, old-fashioned wedding band Colton had given Savannah the day she signed the contract. Identical in every curve, every scratch.Magnoli

Savannah stood at the penthouse’s towering windows, watching the city blur behind the thick pane of glass. Below, the world bustled—cars honking, people rushing, lives unfolding in the rhythm of freedom. A world she no longer belonged to. And she was up here, gilded in marble and silence, wrapped in an illusion of opulence that suffocated more than it soothed.She pressed her hand to the glass. It was cool. Unyielding. The distance between her and the world below wasn’t just measured in floors or feet—it was in heartbeats and fear and a growing dread that the walls around her were tightening by the hour. Each breath she took felt heavier than the last.The silence in the penthouse was oppressive. No music. No ambient noise. Just her own thoughts chasing themselves in circles. The vastness of the space only made her feel smaller, lonelier. Everything gleamed, but nothing felt alive.She turned away from the window, drawn to the elevator like a moth to the only light left. Maybe she jus

Savannah waited until the night swallowed the penthouse in silence. The lights dimmed, footsteps ceased, and even the security cameras seemed to blink slower. Every step toward the door felt like a scream inside her chest.She clutched her hoodie tighter, heart thudding like war drums. The biometric lock was a beast she couldn’t tame, but she’d learnt the rhythms—when Rhett did his perimeter walk, when the system reset. The hallway echoed faintly as Rhett passed the opposite wing. She had a five-minute window.She slid down the service stairwell, silent and barefoot, adrenaline pulsing in every muscle. Her fingers clutched the stair rail as she descended four flights, pausing every few steps to listen. The cold metal bit into her skin, and her breath came out in shallow bursts, the panic rising faster than her feet could move.The lobby burst open in her vision like salvation. She dashed across the marble, ignoring the doorman’s stunned expression, ignoring her name as it was called,