All Chapters of Broken Vows, Rising Flames : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Clara’s POVHis hand rested on the frame for balance, his eyes steady on me in a way that made unease crawl under my skin. I wasn’t even shocked at the fact that he was now able to walk. My concern was how long he stood there. Did he hear everything I said to the doctor? He took a few steps forward. Calculated and gentle, normal for someone who probably had gotten back their ability to work. He stopped in front of me, his expression unreadable. “What are you getting rid of?”He repeated again, like i didn’t hear him the first time. My composure was hanging by a thread. One wrong move, and I’d burst.“Just some old clothes,” I said, forcing the words out smooth, even though my pulse was doing something frantic beneath my ribs. “I’ve been meaning to donate them. I was on with a donation center about pickup times.”He studied me. He didn’t blink. It was the kind of look that made you feel like every lie you’d ever told was suddenly visible on your face. He placed a hand over m

Damon’s POVThe figures on my laptop screen had stopped making sense an hour ago. I’d read the same paragraph of the contract four times, and each time it dissolved into the same six words. She’s getting rid of it. Because of Leonard.I balled the printout I’d been holding without realizing I’d done it. I threw it across the room and it bounced off the wall, landing somewhere near the bookshelf. Useless. “She can’t do this,” I said out loud, to no one. “She can’t just decide to kill our baby.” I leaned back in my chair and dragged both hands down my face. I should probably call her. If I could just say the right words, maybe she could consider. No. At the cafe, she wasn’t looking like her mind could be changed. I saw her face. She had clearly made up her mind to get rid of the baby. I raised my gaze to the ceiling like it might have better answers than I did. Of course, it didn’t. The doorbell cut through the silence like a slap.My lips curled into a frown. I wasn’t expe

Lydia’s POV I heard her footsteps before I saw her. I didn’t need to be told. I could sense that everything had changed from the sound alone.Clara walked into the room, holding the report in a way that suggested she was still trying to comprehend what she had read.“Lydia.”All it took was her saying my name for me to feel as if I was being pulled downward.I looked at her, and the sight of what she was holding sent an instant shiver through me.“What… Where did you find this?” I asked, barely managing to get the words out.“In your drawer.” She stepped closer to me, her hands shaking. “And the date is before we even met.”She raised it so I would look again, but I already remembered that page perfectly from like two months ago.“You were already pregnant when you applied to be my surrogate, weren’t you?”I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.“That’s not mine.” The lie tumbled out of my mouth without any hesitation, although I could already tell that she wouldn’t believe me. “I d

Clara’s POVDamon clenched his jaw. That type of stillness always meant that he was trying to restrain himself from overreacting. “She lied to us?”“Yes,” I said quietly. “She was already pregnant. The IVF treatment was fake.”He turned to look away from me, dragging a hand through his hair. He walked to the window before turning around.“I can’t believe this.” His tone was dangerously calm. “After you have her half the payment. She even raised your hopes and almost cost is nine months of getting a donor for Maurice. ”He gaze at me, his expression tightening.“I’m going to make her pay for this. For everything she has done. Her boyfriend. All of them— even the hospital won’t be left out for letting something drastic as such happen.” I blinked my eyelid, letting the tears stuck to it slid down my cheek. “It’s all my fault. I should’ve listen to you.” “No..no, Clara.” He came back and crouch down in front of me, wiping my tears away with his hand. “Don’t ever blame yourself

Clara’s POVI looked up at him, the fight left my body quickly as if it was drained out, leaving me with a hollow feeling.“Alright,” I said, my voice hardly mine. “I’ll marry you.”His face changed almost immediately. He laughed hard and loud. It was a victorious laughter that bounced off the walls of the living room.“I knew you would.” He crouched down in front of me, his eyes gleaming in a way which did not look right. “You love your son. You love your family. You’d do anything for them.”He reached out and moved the stray strands of my hair off my forehead. I shuddered, but did not pull away.“That’s why this is going to work,” he whispered.He stood and smoothed out his shirt, started moving around the living room, as if preparing to play a well-rehearsed role.“Here are the conditions.” His eyes met mine. “You are not leaving this house until our wedding takes place.”My heart sank.He stopped, looking at me.“My two men will stay with you at all times. You will not communicate