Todos los capítulos de Vows of convenience Hearts in Collision : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

First Person POV (Saphira)Some truths don’t come softly they tear through you like shrapnel, forcing you to bleed before you can heal.And tonight, I realized the man I love has been bleeding for years… in silence.---The air in the penthouse was still like the city itself was holding its breath.Christian sat across from me, his face half-hidden in the dim light spilling from the floor lamp. His shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up, revealing the faint scar that ran along his forearm. I’d kissed that scar once, not knowing it was a ghost from the night that changed everything.He wasn’t talking. Not yet.But I could feel it the storm gathering behind his silence.“Christian,” I said softly, my voice trembling despite my resolve. “You said there was something I needed to know. Don’t hold back now.”He dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling like the truth itself weighed more than he could bear. “Saphira… I didn’t just inherit my father’s company.” His tone darkene

saphira pov Falling doesn’t always mean dying.Sometimes it means waking up somewhere you were never meant to be between the truth and the lie, the living and the lost.And when I opened my eyes, I realized this wasn’t the end. It was the beginning of a darker game.---Wind screamed around me.For one endless heartbeat, I was nothing just motion and fear and the shattering memory of Christian’s voice screaming my name.Then impact.Cold, brutal, final.Pain exploded through me, white-hot and blinding. My body hit something unyielding before rolling onto wet concrete. The world tilted, spun, then steadied into a low, throbbing hum.I couldn’t move. Could barely breathe.Rain lashed against my face, and distant sirens wailed like ghosts. I blinked through the blur, struggling to lift my head. Above, the high-rise towered a fractured glass tooth cutting through the sky. From where I lay, I could still see the jagged hole where I’d fallen through.“Christian…” The name scraped from my

Saphira’s POV---They thought taking him would break me.But grief has a strange way of becoming purpose.And love real love doesn’t die quietly.It turns into something sharp, dangerous, unstoppable.Tonight, I’m done waiting for ghosts.I’m going to bring him home or burn the world down trying.---Rain hammered against the city, each drop slicing through the night like falling glass. I sat motionless before the darkened laptop screen, my reflection staring back ashen, hollow-eyed, trembling but alive.The message still glowed in bold white letters:He lives because we allow it. Come alone if you want to see him again.I must’ve read it a hundred times, searching for hidden meaning. Each word burned deeper, a cruel reminder that somewhere, he was alive but suffering.Christian.His name was both a wound and a promise.The world thought he was dead. They’d buried the story, swept it under the smoke and twisted metal. But I knew better. I’d seen him. Bloodied, restrained but alive. A

Saphira’s POV---Love makes you blind, they say.But no one warns you about what happens when love opens its eyesand the person staring back isn’t the same one who left.---The world fell away the moment his gaze met mine.Christian.Or what was left of him.For weeks, I’d whispered his name into the dark like a prayer. I’d imagined his voice, his laugh, his touch every piece of him etched into the hollow places grief couldn’t reach.But the man sitting in that glass cell was a ghost wearing his skin.“Christian…” The word slipped out before I could stop it.He looked at me, slow and deliberate, as though the syllables meant nothing. His lips curved not the warm, easy smile that used to melt the world, but something crueler. A replica with the soul stripped out.Caelum’s hand tightened on my arm. “I said wait.”I barely heard him. My body moved on instinct, pushing forward, pressing a trembling palm to the cold glass. “Christian, it’s me. Saphira.”He blinked, head tilting slightly

Saphira povThe night tasted like metal.Cold. Bitter. Heavy on my tongue as the wind rushed past my ears while I stood at the threshold of the shattered compound the place Lars once called the academy, though everything about it looked more like a graveyard for the forgotten.The last coordinates he’d ever whispered before the world stole him from me.The world had already gone silent when I stepped inside.But this silence was different.It wasn’t empty.It was watching me.I tightened the straps on my gloves, forced my breath to steady, and pulled the cracked door open. The hinges exhaled a long, tortured groan that echoed down the hallway like I’d just awakened something that had been sleeping.Or hiding.A warped sign hung crooked on one wall, its lettering half-burned:WARD C NEUROBEHAVIORAL DEVELOPMENTMy gut twisted.“This is your legacy?” I whispered to the shadows. “This is what they turned you into… before you fought your way out.”The lights flickered even though the buil