All Chapters of Vows of convenience Hearts in Collision : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Saphira’s POVThe night presses against the windows like a living thing thick, breathing, waiting.I stand in the center of the suite, my chest rising and falling too fast, hands refusing to stay still. The chandelier above scatters soft light across the marble floor, but nothing inside me feels soft. Not anymore.Not after the message.Not after the photo.I still hear the brittle crack in my voice when I whispered it aloud:“He’s alive.”Or something close enough to it to destroy me all over again.Caleb leans against the edge of the table, arms crossed, gaze tracking every tremor in my body. He’s trying to be patient, but he’s burning inside I feel it in the room, in the air, in the way my pulse keeps tripping over itself whenever he gets too close.“What exactly do you remember?” he asks, voice low and steady.“Everything and nothing.” My fingers knot together. “The fire. The explosion. The way they said his body was… unrecognizable.” I swallow hard. “But this” I hold up the messa

Saphira Vale povThe door wasn’t supposed to open.Not this easily.Not without a fight.Not without blood.My breath fogged the cold metal mask I wore as I pressed myself flat against the wall, pulse hammering in my throat. The corridor behind me was empty too empty. No guards. No cameras flickering. No alarms tripping.It felt like walking into a throat waiting to swallow me whole.I tightened my grip on the stolen keycard. My fingers were shaking, but not from fear.From hope.A stupid, reckless, bone-deep hope I’d buried the night Alaric died.I slid the keycard again.The lock clicked.The steel door slid open with a hydraulic hiss.And the world… stopped.The room smelled of antiseptic and metal. Fluorescent lights flickered, casting long shadows over restraints bolted into the floor. A metal chair sat at the center, cuffs still open, abandoned like someone had left in a hurry.And on the far wallA man was chained upright, wrists suspended above his head, head bowed, shoulders

First Person POV – SaphiraConsciousness returned like a bruise slow, throbbing, and painful in all the wrong places.Cold seeped into my bones before I even managed to open my eyes. Not the soft, natural cold of night, but something sterile… engineered. Weaponized.My lashes fluttered.Darkness.Not complete darkness no, worse than that. A soft white glow pulsed from somewhere above me, too dim to see the room clearly, too bright to let me hide from anything.A trap disguised as mercy.I inhaled.The air tasted of metal. Chemicals. Fear.My fear.I pushed myself up, hands shaking as they slid across a smooth, glass-like floor. No texture. No warmth. Just blank, endless emptiness.My throat tightened.Where am I?Memory hit me in fragmentsAlaric’s faint silhouette in the smoke,hands grabbing me from behind,a needle in my neck,the world tiltingAnd now… this.A single strip of light hummed along the far wall, pale and cold like a dying moon. The only sound was my own breathing, too

The room felt too small to hold everything unsaid.Elena stood by the doorway, her fingers pressed against the wood as if she needed it to stay upright. Adrian didn’t move from where he stood by the window, his shoulders stiff, his jaw set like stone. Rain tapped against the glass, soft and unrelenting a cruel contrast to the storm twisting between them.“Say something,” she whispered.He didn’t turn. That hurt more than if he had shouted at her.“Elena,” he finally breathed, voice raw, “I don’t even know where to start.”“Start anywhere,” she said. “Start with why you shut me out.”He exhaled, slow and exhausted. “I didn’t shut you out. I was trying to protect you.”The laugh that escaped her was soft and bitter. “You call that protection? Keeping secrets until we’re drowning in them?”He ran a hand through his hair. “You don’t understand. If you knew the kind of enemies”“I don’t care about enemies,” she snapped, stepping into the room. “I care about you. Us. And you won’t even loo

There’s fear… and then there’s the terror that steals the bones from your body, the kind that whispers that reality has cracked and you’re falling through it. I felt that the moment the stranger stepped into the room wearing Alaric’s face like a stolen crown.---He stood there in the doorway, shadow slicing across his cheekbones, expression carved from ice. My breath felt too loud. Too heavy. Too impossible.Alaric’s grip tightened painfully around my wrist.“Don’t move,” he murmured.My heart thundered. “Alaric… what am I looking at?”The man in the doorway smiled a slow, wicked curve that did not belong to the man bleeding beside me.“Interesting,” he said, voice smooth and disturbingly familiar. “The little wife gets to live.”I flinched at the sound. It wasn’t Alaric’s voice, not really. It was like listening to a memory soaked in venom.Alaric tried to rise, but his injured side buckled, and I caught him before he hit the floor.“Stay down,” the man in the doorway said casually.