All Chapters of Vows of convenience Hearts in Collision : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

They say death comes in silence. But when I woke, it was to the sound of falling steel and my own heartbeat screaming that he was still out there.---The first thing I felt was weight.Not just physical the crushing press of debris on my legs but emotional, heavy, suffocating. Smoke clawed down my throat, and the taste of dust coated my tongue. I coughed, every sound raw and broken.“Caelum,” I rasped.The world above me was chaos a collapsed rooftop turned into a graveyard of steel and flame. Sparks rained from broken circuits, flickering like dying stars. Somewhere close, something groaned metal bending, ready to give way again.I tried to move, but agony shot through my ribs. My hands were trembling, slick with blood and grit. One side of my vision blurred red.I was alive.Barely.And Caelum…“Caelum!” I screamed, ignoring the pain, trying to push aside a concrete slab. It shifted, just an inch. My shoulders burned, my chest heaved. The only answer was the crackle of fire and the

When he said my name that night, it wasn’t anger or control that laced his voice it was grief. The kind that splits a soul clean in half. And for the first time, I didn’t know whether I wanted to comfort him… or run.---The night was heavy with silence when I found myself standing before the glass wall of Kael’s office. The city stretched out beneath us, a thousand fractured lights glimmering like broken stars. Each one reflected a piece of the chaos still burning inside me.Everything had changed.And yet, nothing had.The war between us between what we were and what we’d become felt like a wound that refused to close.Kael stood by his desk, sleeves rolled up, the lines around his eyes deepened by exhaustion. The man looked more human than I’d ever seen him less the calculating strategist who’d once played with people’s fates, more… broken.“Amara,” he said, my name quiet but weighted.I swallowed, my pulse catching. “You shouldn’t still be here. The board meeting starts in an hour

The ocean shimmered below the balcony, waves catching the morning light like liquid glass. From this height, the city looked peaceful unaware of the chaos that had nearly broken us.I leaned against the railing, the wind tugging at my hair, still tasting the salt of Caelum’s kiss from last night. For the first time in what felt like forever, there was quiet inside me not peace, exactly, but something close. The kind of stillness that comes after surviving a storm.Inside, I could hear Caelum’s low voice through the open sliding door measured, commanding, his tone wrapped in that deceptive calm he wore like armor.“Yes,” he was saying into his phone. “Delay the press statement. No one moves until I say so.”I smiled faintly. That was Caelum Drayke ruthless, brilliant, infuriatingly composed. Even after everything Lucien had done, he was already thinking five moves ahead. Always the strategist.But this time, the fight wasn’t just corporate. It was personal.He hung up, turning towa

The world was fire.Not metaphor, not pain. Just fire. Heat licked my skin, the roar of the explosion still echoing in my bones. For a heartbeat, I couldn’t tell if I was screaming or if the ringing in my ears had swallowed every other sound.Smoke curled through the air, thick and choking. Shards of glass glittered like dying stars across the floor, catching flashes of orange light from the flames devouring what used to be the safehouse.I pushed up on trembling arms, my palms slick with blood and dust. My own blood. Someone else’s. I didn’t know.“Caelum!”The name tore out of me, raw and desperate.No answer.My vision swam. Everything was spinning heat, sound, memory. The last thing I remembered was Caelum shoving me down just before the blast. His body covering mine. The sound of his voice “Stay down, Saphira” a split second before the world went white.And now nothing.“Caelum!” I screamed again, coughing, tasting ash.I staggered to my feet, swaying as the ceiling above groaned

The handle turned.Every muscle in my body locked as the hospital door creaked open.The fluorescent light above flickered once then died completely, plunging the room into the kind of half-darkness that feels alive.For a breathless moment, all I could hear was the frantic beating of my heart and the faint mechanical hum of the emergency generator somewhere down the corridor.Then… footsteps.Slow. Deliberate.Coming straight toward me.I backed up until my spine hit the cold wall. The window to my right reflected a fractured image of myself wide eyes, trembling hands, and the gun I’d stolen from the ambulance’s security officer gripped tight in my palm.“Who’s there?” My voice came out barely above a whisper, more plea than demand.No answer. Just silence thick enough to choke on.The door finished opening.A tall figure stepped into view, half-shadowed, his features hidden beneath the low emergency glow.“Miss Vale.”The voice wasn’t unfamiliar.Deep. Controlled. British accent sha