Alle Kapitel von Shattered Vows: Kapitel 61 – Kapitel 70

Chapter 61 – The Reunion of Blood“Please.”That single word stopped me.I had already reached for the door handle, already halfway out of Darius’s office, already telling myself I’d done enough. The hospital visit. The closure. The restraint. I had drawn my line carefully, deliberately, and I intended to keep it intact.But Darius didn’t sound like a CEO when he said it.He sounded like a brother.I turned slowly.He was standing by the window, hands braced against the glass as if the city beyond it might collapse without his grip. His shoulders always straight, always composed were slumped in a way I had never seen before. Not even during boardroom wars. Not even when the company had been on the brink of scandal.“What are you asking me, Darius?” I said quietly.He didn’t look at me right away.“I’m asking you to help him recover,” he said. “Not as his wife. Not as his savior.

Chapter 63 – ReflectionsI sat alone in my apartment that evening, the city lights flickering through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. The hum of traffic below was a dull murmur, but it didn’t reach the clamor of my thoughts. I hadn’t realized how loud they had become how relentless the replay of the last few months had been. Damian in the hospital bed, fragile and human, his apology spilling into my soul, and Darius’s letters from afar, each word like a brushstroke painting the past I had tried to forget.I took a deep breath, leaning back into the cushions of my sofa, and closed my eyes.I had spent so long running, so long trying to outrun the Navarro family, their manipulations, the tangled web of lies and betrayals. And yet, here I was, unable to escape the echo of their world. The men who had shaped, shaken, and broken me Damian and Darius both haunted my thoughts, both pulling me in ways I didn’t

Chapter 65 – The Unexpected LetterThe morning was quiet, almost eerily so. Sunlight slanted through the sheer curtains, painting soft gold stripes across the wooden floor. I sat cross-legged on the sofa, a cup of untouched coffee in my hands, my mind elsewhere half on the marketing campaign I was working on, half on memories I wasn’t sure I wanted to revisit.It had been weeks since I’d last heard from Darius. He’d been abroad, expanding the company’s new branches ethically, distancing himself from the chaos that had once surrounded us. And yet… the absence of his presence weighed on me more than I expected. Not in a desperate, longing kind of way, but in the subtle ache of unfinished stories, of conversations that had been left suspended in mid-air, unspoken and unresolved.The knock at the door startled me. I wasn’t expecting anyone.“Althea? Delivery for you.”A young courier held a small envelope, cream-colored, with no ret

Chapter 67 – The Unexpected Encounter Althea’s POVThe city smelled like possibility. Fresh rain on warm asphalt, the faint hum of traffic, the soft glow of neon signs reflecting off wet sidewalks it all seemed alive in a way that made my chest tighten with both anticipation and a familiar pang of anxiety. I had traveled here for the business summit, fully intending to focus on work, on clients, on presentations. I had planned for weeks to keep my emotions in check, to keep everything strictly professional.But then he appeared.Darius.I froze in the middle of the hotel lobby, a cup of lukewarm coffee still in my hand, as he turned a corner and came into view. Time slowed, each step he took toward me punctuated by memories I hadn’t allowed myself to relive for months, maybe years. The tilt of his head, the familiar confidence in his stride, the faint crease of concentration on his brow it all brought me back to mome

Chapter 69 – The Proposal (Again)Althea’s POVThe evening air was heavy with expectation as I stepped out of the car in front of the grand hall. The city skyline glittered behind me, the lights reflecting off the river below, but nothing could compare to the knot in my stomach. This was the Navarro estate, the place where so much of my life had been written love, betrayal, heartbreak, and everything in between. And now, I was about to face it again.I adjusted the strap of my dress, the silky fabric clinging to my shoulders, and tried to calm the tremor in my hands. The gala had been arranged under the guise of a business celebration an anniversary of sorts for the company but I knew it was more than that. I could feel it in the way the staff whispered behind their hands, in the slight tension in the air, and in the way Damian had insisted I attend.He had called me this morning, asking me to come not as an employee,