The billionaire's secret vow のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Damian stood motionless on the porch of Aria’s home, the door slamming in his face still echoing in his ears. The sound of the wind rustling the trees around the small coastal house did nothing to soothe the ache in his chest.She told me to stay away.From her.From her child. His child.Damian clenched his jaw, fists curled at his sides. He hadn’t even gotten the chance to ask the questions he need answers to. Didn’t get the chance to explain how deeply her absence had haunted him for three months. She just threw him out like trash. And maybe... maybe that’s what he deserved.He descended the steps slowly, eyes fixed on the gravel path as if each pebble might help him piece himself together again. But the weight in his chest only grew heavier. Every breath felt like a punishment.By the time he reached his car, his mind was spiraling. He slammed the door shut, gripped the wheel, and let out a loud, guttural yell."Dammit, Aria!" His voice cracked under the weight of frustration and

Zara rubbed her temples as she squinted at the sketchpad in front of her. The studio was quiet except for the sounds of moving sewing machines and chatter in the background. Her assistant poked her head in through the doorway.“Zara, the client from New Jersey is on the phone again. She says she wants the neckline lowered another two inches.”Zara groaned. “Two more inches? What does she think this is—lingerie? That’s going to ruin the structure!”“She’s insisting.”Zara sighed and grabbed the phone. “Mrs. Hamilton,” she said, keeping her voice pleasant through gritted teeth. “Lowering it again is going to change the original design completely. Are you sure—”The woman cut her off with a long-winded monologue. Zara rolled her eyes but remained patient.“I understand ma'am.” she said, when the client was done rambling.The day had been long and exhausting. Zara adjusted the measuring tape around her neck and glanced at the unfinished gown hanging on the mannequin in front of her, when

The ride to the hospital was a blur. Damian barely remembered getting Aria into the car, his hands shaking as he tried to keep pressure on her lower back while dialing the emergency line. The only thing playing in his mind was the sight of the blood. Her blood, trailing down her legs and soaking her clothes—the terror in her eyes when the pain finally hit her.“Stay with me, Angel. Please,” his voice hoarse, as he brushed a damp strand of hair from her face. “Don’t you dare close your eyes.”But she already had.By the time they got to the hospital, Aria was unconscious. Damian refused to let go of her hand, even when the nurses rolled her into emergency care. His clothes were stained with her blood, his heart thudding violently in his chest.He had never known what fear felt like. But now… he did. He paced the hospital hallway, his hands fisted and jaw tight. The minutes felt like hours. When the doctor finally came out, Damian’s legs nearly gave out.“She’s stable,” the doctor sai

Zara woke up to unfamiliar walls. For a moment, she didn’t remember where she was. Then, last night replayed in her head— the move in, the dinner, Jaxon’s unreadable gaze burning into her. Stretching, she got out of bed, padded into the bathroom, and took a quick shower. She slipped into a green dress that stopped just above her knees. A little mascara, a brush of blush, and a swipe of nude lipstick were all she did. Her curls, however, were another story. The rebellious red spirals had a mind of their own, so she twisted them into a messy bun and hoped for the best. Picking up her work bag, she stepped out of the room and into the living room. Jaxon was already awake, standing at the counter, preparing breakfast. He wore a white button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled neatly to his elbows, and black slacks that fit him a little too well. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing an edge of a tattoo curling along his collarbone. Heat pooled low in her belly before she c

It had been a week since the flowers arrived at her workplace—white roses, perfectly arranged, their beauty soured by the card tucked inside.Zara had crumpled the note the second she read it, but the words still lived in her head like a shadow she couldn’t shake. She hadn’t told Jaxon. He’d already done more than enough—taken her out of her apartment, given her his space, made her feel… safe. Calder wasn’t his problem. Calder was hers.She could handle it. She had to handle it.When she came home from work that evening, the faint smell of something sweet greeted her. Jaxon was already in the apartment, sitting on the stool at the kitchen island with his phone in one hand, a glass of water in the other. He looked up when she stepped inside.“Hey,” she said softly.His eyes warmed for a fraction of a second before his usual guarded expression returned. “Hey.”They hadn’t really talked much since she moved in. He gave her space, always keeping a careful distance. She told herself she wa