All Chapters of Broken Vows, Rising Flames : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Clara’s POV I took another glance at my wrist watch. It was already 8:47 p.m., yet Damon still hadn’t arrived. My eyes kept wandering to the door, hoping he would walk in, apologise for being late, and we could then go ahead with our dinner.I felt stupid thinking this. I mean, deep down, I knew he wasn’t coming, but I still decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.It was already 9:00 p.m., and he still hadn’t arrived or returned my calls, making me look like a complete fool.I sat back in the chair, exhaling a shaky sigh as my mind drifted back to earlier that morning after breakfast. I told him about the reservation I made at La Vigna for our fifth anniversary as a married couple. “Seven p.m.,” I mumbled, forcing a smile and trying my best to sound cheerful even though I wasn’t sure he cared. “Please, don’t come late,” I added, knowing fully well how he was quick to forget things that concerned me. He only nodded without saying a word. Grabbed his keys and walked out the

Clara’s POV They both flinched the moment my voice pierced through the silence of the room. Damon quickly got up, guilt flashing across his eyes, but it vanished instantly as it came. “You’re back,” he said firmly, his voice dismissive. Camilla, on the other hand, didn’t have any atom of shame. She hissed and rolled her eyes, staring at me as though I were the enemy.“What’s happening here?” I demanded through gritted teeth, but this time a bit calmer. Damon shrugged, settling back on the couch. “What do you mean?” he snapped, his voice sharp and irritating. “You should be happy—your sister is taking care of your sexual responsibilities.”My stomach dropped, his words irritating. “Was she the one you were with the night of our anniversary? I was in a coma for a whole month, Damon. Did you come to visit me?” I asked, sniffling and holding back my tears, as he wasn’t deserving of them.Slowly, I turned to Camila, my chest burning with rage as I glared at her. We didn’t have the be

Six years later You know that feeling you get when you finally succeed, no matter the odds that were stacked against you?That was the same way I felt as I sat on my cluttered desk, taking a sip of jasmine tea. It was 8:00 a.m. in Madrid, the weather cosy and calm, with a gentle breeze brushing against the window. I exhaled a deep breath as I returned my gaze to my laptop, slowly sifting through proposals until I was distracted by the sudden buzzing of my phone. I glanced at the screen, a soft sigh escaping my lips before I picked up the call. “Hello, Tessy?” I said firmly. “Please, could you call me back in about thirty minutes?”“I understand, Ma’am, but I’m not calling because of Harlow’s holding project,” her voice came through, firm and sharp. “Really!” I exclaimed softly, raising a brow. “So why did you call?” “Okay, ma’am,” she said, keeping her voice steady. “Mr Grayson would love to meet with you tonight. He has made dinner reservations for you two at El Encanto by 7 p