All Chapters of The billionaire's secret vow : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“No, Aria, I can’t be a PA,” Zara said, blinking in disbelief as she stared at her friend across the kitchen counter.Aria lifted her brow. “And why not?”“Because I don’t know anything about being a PA for a business or a company,” Zara replied, throwing her hands in the air.“That’s bullshit.” Aria smirked, reaching for her cup of tea. “We studied business administration in school, Zara.”Zara opened her mouth to argue, but Aria held up her hand, stopping her. “And you graduated second best in our class, so don’t even try that excuse.”Zara groaned, sinking into the chair. “What about my job as a fashion designer?”Aria smiled softly. “Don’t you want to create your own brand? Like—Fashion Zee? Designs by Zara?”Zara burst into laughter. “That’s the worst brand name I’ve ever heard.”“Whatever,” Aria waved her off. “You know they’re not paying you well for the effort you put in there. If you work with me, you could save faster for your brand. You could do something big.”Zara leaned

Three days had passed since the chaos at Damian’s mansion. Three days since Zara had clawed at Elena’s perfect hair while Aria tried to keep peace.The morning light spilled softly through the curtains of Jaxon’s penthouse bedroom. Zara lay sprawled across his bare chest, her legs tangled with his, her cheek pressed to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “You can’t tell me you don’t like pineapple.” Zara lifted her head and said playfully.Jaxon’s expression twisted slightly, his nose wrinkling. “It’s too sweet.” He said it with such conviction that she laughed.“Too sweet? Who hates sweetness?” she asked, surprised.“I do,” he said flatly, then turned his head and smiled. “Except for you, of course.”Zara rolled her eyes, pretending to pout. “That’s the cheesiest line I’ve heard today.”He grinned and pulled her closer, brushing his lips against hers. “I’m not being cheesy,” he murmured. “I’m being honest.”Their kiss was soft, unhurried, filled with that kind of quiet tenderness th

“Adriana, get back here!” Aria shouted, rushing forward as her daughter tried to pull herself up on the table. Little Adriana was reaching for a fancy vase, her tiny fingers wobbling toward disaster. Aria caught her just in time and sighed in relief. “You are very stubborn,” she muttered, holding the squirming baby close. Two months had passed in a blur, and the twins were now seven months old. Both could crawl very well, and they were fast, too fast sometimes. Adrian was on the other side of the living room, quietly playing with his toys. He rarely made noise, always so calm and serious. He reminded Aria of Damian. Cold, quiet, and distant. Adriana, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. Bubbly. Laughing at everything. Full of energy. In the past two months, Damian’s grandfather had visited. Aria had expected him to be cold, but he wasn’t. Instead, he had been surprisingly kind. He’d even asked her if Damian treated her well—and told her not to hesitate to call him

Zara gasped when she heard his voice behind her.She spun around, clutching the photo to her chest as if she had been caught stealing.“Jaxon, what are you doing here?”Jaxon stood in the doorway of the study, broad shoulders filling the frame, eyes shadowed and unreadable.“I should be asking you that,” he said as he walked toward her, voice low. “What are you doing here, Zara? I would have hurt you—I thought an intruder got into the apartment.”Guilt washed over her face. “I’m sorry. I just… I…”“You just what?” His tone wasn’t loud, but it carried weight.She swallowed. “I wanted to know what’s going on. You won’t tell me anything, Jaxon.”He dragged a tired hand across his face and exhaled.“Come here. It’s late. Let’s go to bed.”But when he reached for her hand, Zara pulled away and crossed her arms. “I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s going on. Are you under any threat?”His jaw tightened. He looked anywhere but at her.Zara’s expression softened. She stepped closer, plac

The next morning, Damian came down the stairs dressed in a sharp grey suit and a black tie. He never missed a day looking like power himself. Even when he was exhausted, even when he barely slept, Damian Voss always stepped out like a man in control of everything around him.As he walked into the dining room, he paused at the doorway.Aria was sitting with the twins at the dining table, trying and struggling to feed them. Adriana was giggling, smearing mashed potatoes on the tray of her high chair while Adrian sat quietly beside her, watching his sister with those big observant eyes.The moment Adriana spotted Damian, she squealed and stretched both arms toward him.Damian’s entire face softened. He crossed the room, scooped her up, and spun her gently. Adriana burst into louder giggles, her chubby hands grabbing his tie.“There you go, princess,” he murmured as he kissed her cheek before settling her back into her high chair. He tapped her nose playfully. “Eat your food, you little t