Semua Bab THE BILLIONAIRE'S VOW MISTAKE: Bab 1 - Bab 5

Elena's POV.The needle slipped, drawing blood from my fingertip. I watched the crimson drop stain the white silk, spreading like guilt across perfection. Tomorrow, this dress would walk down the aisle. Tomorrow, my sister would become Mrs. Alexander Thorne."Careful, Elena." Mother's voice cut through the workshop's silence. "We can't afford mistakes."I pressed tissue to the wound, hiding the evidence. "It's just a small tear. I can fix it.""You always can." She stood in the doorway of my Azure Loft studio, her designer heels clicking against the concrete floor. Everything about Evelyn Westvale screamed old money—except for the worry lines creasing her forehead. "That's why I came to you instead of hiring someone else."The wedding dress hung before me like a ghost. Layers of imported French lace, hand-sewn pearls, a train that would photograph beautifully cascading down the Crystal Ballroom's marble steps. Six months of work. Six months of stitching my sister's dreams while mine g

Elena's POV.The coffee shop buzzed with morning energy, but I felt hollow. Twenty-four hours until the wedding, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was watching my life through glass—present but separate, close but untouchable."You look terrible." Marcus slid into the seat across from me, his investor's suit perfectly pressed despite the early hour. "When's the last time you slept?""Sleep is overrated." I wrapped my hands around my mug, seeking warmth. "How are the market projections looking for the merger?""Elena." His voice carried gentle reproach. "We're not here to talk business."But business was safer than feelings. Numbers didn't lie or break hearts or make impossible promises. "The Thorne acquisition will stabilize everything. Vivian will be—""Miserable. And so will you."I looked up sharply. Marcus had been my friend since college, the only person who'd seen through my careful composure to the wanting underneath. His dark eyes held sympathy I couldn't bear."I'll be

Elena's POV.Westvale Manor felt like a mausoleum. The grand foyer that had once hosted elegant parties now echoed with desperate whispers and the rustle of wedding preparations. Staff hurried through halls carrying flowers and favor boxes, their faces carefully blank.I found Mother in the morning room, still in her robe despite the late hour. Dark circles shadowed her eyes, and her usual perfect composure had cracked around the edges."Elena." She looked up as I entered, relief flooding her features. "Thank God you're here.""What's wrong? Where's Vivian?"Mother's hands shook as she reached for her coffee cup. On the table beside her lay a single sheet of paper, elegant stationary that I recognized as Vivian's personal stationery."She's gone."The words hit me like ice water. "Gone where?""I don't know." Mother's voice broke on the admission. "She left this morning. Before dawn. Left this behind."She handed me the letter. Vivian's familiar handwriting sprawled across the page:*