Lahat ng Kabanata ng The CEO's broken vows : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Evelyn had been in an unusual high spirits that morning. For once, the world felt a little lighter. Isa had called earlier to inform her about the new security protocols Adrian set up at the children’s school. According to her, no one went in or out without a thorough search—not even teachers. The school gate was swarming with discreet but heavily trained guards, and the principal himself supervised the entire process. Knowing her children were safer than ever settled something restless in her chest. With the materials for the upcoming fashion show secured and the children well protected, Evelyn felt she finally had room to breathe—just a little. --- The Montgomery Manor was calm that afternoon. Sunlight filtered through the tall glass windows, casting warm golden streaks across the marble floor. The garden outside smelled of fresh roses carried in by the soft wind each time the front door opened. The moment Evelyn stepped inside, a familiar voice pierced the silence. “Mommy!

— Shadows of Ellington City —The outskirts of Ellington City were a wild stretch of forgotten land—abandoned train tracks, half-collapsed warehouses, and weeds tall enough to brush the windows of deserted buildings. The sky hung low with thick grey clouds, casting the entire landscape into a gloomy canvas of shadows.Inside one of these abandoned warehouses, a man in his mid-twenties paced like a caged animal. The dim light from the single flickering bulb overhead caught on the sharp angles of his face. His features—striking, aristocratic, almost too perfect—were twisted now with pure rage.Crates rattled as he kicked them aside, metal rods clattered to the ground, and dust rose in the air like smoke from a fire. His breaths came out harsh, each one vibrating with fury.“Calm down, Charles,” came a timid voice from the far end of the room.Andy—two years younger, leaner, and visibly shaking—stood with raised hands as if approaching a wild beast.Charles whirled, eyes blazing.“Don’t

Clara got wind of the fashion show two days before the event. She had been quiet all this while, observing from the shadows, waiting… calculating. She needed the perfect moment to strike, and this day seemed carved out for her. Evelyn would undoubtedly be overwhelmed running the show, Isa would definitely be on the runway, and Alex and the Montgomerys would be scattered, busy managing guests and logistics. If she ever needed to attack without raising suspicion, today was the most flawless opportunity. Picking up her phone, she dialed Mark. “We move that day,” she said coldly. And together, they mapped out a sleek, silent, perfect attack plan. --- The venue buzzed with the kind of excitement only the fashion world knew—camera flashes, murmuring reporters, perfume-heavy air, and the soft hum of backstage sewing machines completing last-minute hemming. LED runway lights glowed like molten gold, casting warm reflections against the polished marble floor. Evelyn, standing near the e

“Adrian, what's going on?” Evelyn cried, her voice cracking as she rushed after him. Her heels slammed against the marble floors of the fashion hall, each loud click echoing like a countdown to disaster. Panic wrapped around her chest so tightly she could barely breathe.Adrian didn’t slow down—not even for a second. His entire body was stiff, his jaw clenched so hard the muscles twitched.“I want all men on ground, surround the building, all exits closed. Nobody is allowed to leave this building until I say so. Block every body and vehicle around this building.” Adrian barked through the intercom as he stormed toward the bathroom.The guards scattered instantly, sprinting into formation as the tension in the air thickened.Evelyn forced her legs to move faster, her heart pounding so loudly it blurred her hearing. But the moment she reached the bathroom doorway—She froze.Her world stopped.“Eli!!!” Evelyn screamed, her voice splitting in terror.There—on the cold, polished floor—her

Evelyn sat on the edge of the hospital bed, carefully peeling an apple for Eli. The thin blade slid slowly over the fruit, curling the skin into long, fragile strips that fell softly onto the tray. Her movements were deliberate—too deliberate—like someone afraid that if she moved too fast, everything holding her together would fall apart.The sterile scent of disinfectant hung thick in the air, sharp enough to sting her nose, blending faintly with the lingering perfume she’d worn to the fashion show. It felt out of place here, like a reminder of a world that no longer existed. The hospital was usually quiet, almost soothing in its routine calm, but today, it felt tense. The walls seemed to hold their breath. Even the lights felt harsher, brighter, unforgiving.Eli lay propped against pillows, her tiny body still weak, an IV line taped to her hand. Her lashes fluttered as she hummed softly, a tune Evelyn recognized—a lullaby Evelyn used to sing when the children were smaller. The sound