All Chapters of VOWS OF DESIRES (DS1): Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“Do you think it would be better if we just… go through with the marriage?” The moment the words left my lips, silence fell between us.Jacob and I simply stared at each other, neither of us speaking for what felt like an eternity. The sound of the waves continued in the background, steady and indifferent, as if the world itself had nothing to do with the weight of what I had just said.I could see it in his eyes. Surprise. Uncertainty. And something else deeper that I couldn’t quite name.But I felt it too.Because truthfully… I hadn’t expected those words to come from me either.“Eli…” He finally spoke, his voice careful, almost hesitant. “Are you sure about that?”I didn’t answer immediately.“Isn’t this because you’re hurt?” He continued gently. “Or because you’re overwhelmed with everything that’s been happening?” His gaze softened, filled with concern. “If that’s how you feel right now… then maybe we shouldn’t talk

Aeun and I arrived at Lee Corp together, the atmosphere unusually calm for a company that had recently been on the brink of collapse. The silence felt unnatural—like the quiet after a storm too violent to leave anything untouched. Yet here we were, stepping into a building that carried no visible trace of the chaos it had endured.Employees moved with composed efficiency, their expressions neutral, almost rehearsed. No whispers. No tension. No lingering anxiety. It was as if someone had carefully erased every crack, every fracture, and replaced it with a flawless surface.Reports were presented one after another, each more unbelievable than the last. The crisis had been resolved. Completely. The issue regarding defective vehicles is gone. The controversies that had spread like wildfire across social media were silenced. Even the reputational damage that had begun to corrode our branches in Italy had been restored, as though it had never existed.Every stat

I could not believe what was happening. I had convinced myself that I was still hurt and resentful toward Bryle, yet the moment he said he could not bear to lose me in his life, it had such a profound impact on me that I found myself drawn back to him, forgetting all the pain I had carried.I know that this is still not enough. Pleas, embraces, tears, and kisses alone are not enough to put my heart at ease.I need answers to my questions. I need an explanation of what I truly deserve to know.And yet, I find myself unable to ask him. I do not know why I am so afraid to do so. I am uncertain whether I fear the truth he might reveal, or the possibility that my own thoughts are misleading me—that I am simply overthinking because of what I have seen. Whatever the answer may be, I will never know unless Bryle himself says it.Catching my breath, we continued kissing, each one growing deeper than the last—each kiss igniting

I paused outside my grandmother’s room, my hand hovering just above the door. For a moment, I couldn’t bring myself to move. The hallway felt unusually quiet, and in that silence, every doubt I had followed me like a shadow.I exhaled slowly, gathering myself, then knocked once before pushing the door open.The soft glow of a laptop screen greeted me. Grandma sat behind her desk, her posture straight, fingers moving swiftly across the keyboard. Her attention was fully fixed on her work, her expression serious and composed. Papers were neatly arranged beside her, untouched tea growing cold near her hand.She didn’t notice me right away.For a few seconds, I simply stood there, watching her.She hadn’t changed at all.Still sharp. Still intimidating most quietly.“Grandma,” I called, my voice softer than I expected. “They said you were asking for me.”Her typing slowed, then stopped completely. She lifted her gaze

The mirror in front of me reflected a version of myself I barely recognized—tense shoulders, tight lips, and eyes clouded with restrained frustration. The soft glow of the vanity lights did nothing to soften the storm building inside me.“Perhaps it would have been better if we hadn’t come here at all,” CJ remarked sharply beside me, her arms crossed as she leaned against the wall. “Just look at your face. You’re frowning as though you’ve taken on every problem in the world.”Her tone was laced with irritation, but I knew her well enough to hear the concern buried beneath it.“I wasn’t heard, CJ,” I replied, my voice steadier than I felt. “Grandfather dismissed everything I said earlier. He still insists that I follow every plan he has laid out for me. That’s why I look like this now. What kind of reaction do you expect from me? Should I be pleased that he ignored me?”CJ let out a quiet, knowing scoff, the corner of her lips lifting into a smirk.