All Chapters of Vows Written In Dust : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ARDEN’S POV I pulled into the driveway of the mansion and handed my keys to the butler before heading inside. The Old Man had requested my presence today. God only knew what scheme he was cooking up this time. As I stepped into the foyer, I nearly collided with his personal assistant. “Where is he?” I asked. “He’s in the study, sir,” Mike replied. I nodded and headed that way. The mansion always felt cold, even when the air conditioning wasn’t on. Expensive art lined the walls. Everything polished. Everything controlled. A reflection of the Old Man himself. I reached the study and pushed the door open. He was already there, hunched over his computer, working with the intensity of someone half his age. No greeting. No warmth. Just the steady tap of keys. “You asked to see me?” He slowly lifted his gaze from the screen. “Take a seat. I have an announcement to make.” “I’m busy. Just say whatever you want to say.” He leaned back in his chair, st

ARDEN’S POV I ignored her screaming the entire drive until I finally pulled over in front of a restaurant. She was fierce. Loud. Annoying. Definitely not my type. I had actually felt relieved when she said she wasn’t interested in the marriage either. That should have made things easier. Then Brianna showed up and ruined everything. That woman had a temper. Sharp. Explosive. Just like Brianna. Why does fate keep throwing women like this into my life? After Tatum left, I spent almost an hour calming Brianna down before she finally stormed out of the restaurant. Peace never lasts. NEXT DAY TATUM’S RESIDENCE I was still furious about what that witch said yesterday. That was the only reason I even involved myself in that stupid mess. I was almost free from this arranged marriage. Almost. Now I was more tangled than ever. I flopped onto my bed and groaned. “I’m so doomed,” I half-yelled, tugging at my hair. “What was I thinking when I said those words?”

Tatum’s POV ​I arrived at the hospital still reeling from shock,or perhaps it was pure, unadulterated rage. Liam had already been rushed into the ER. I had texted Amelia on the way, and I was slumped in a chair right outside the operating theater, The sound of my racing heart was all I could hear when she finally appeared. . ​"Tate, calm down. Liam will be fine; he’s strong," she said, though her own voice cracked. I collapsed into her arms, sobbing as she patted my back. My entire body wouldn't stop shaking. I looked down at my shirt and saw Liam’s blood staining the fabric. My mind went blank, flashing back to the sight of his broken body lying in that horrific pool of red. ​That crazy bitch. ​I swore then and there: if anything happened to Liam, I would kill everyone involved. Even if I died in the process, I would haunt them until they knew no peace. ​Amelia kept trying to soothe me, but how could I be calm? Liam’s life was hanging by a thread, and as his older sister

Arden's POV After I saw the mail, I rushed into Brianna’s room. She looked startled when she saw me rush in. ​“What’s wrong? Are you fine?” she asked. ​“I have to go. Tell your assistant to come over,” I replied. ​“Oh, okay. Are you sure you’re fine?” she persisted. ​“Yes, I am,” I said, placing a kiss on her forehead, and left. ​I called my assistant back. “Yes, sir?” he said. ​“Get the private jet ready. When we get on board, you’ll explain everything to me,” I said. ​“Yes, sir. I will.” ​Thirty minutes later, I got onto the private jet. Jason brought his tab to me as he began to explain the situation. ​“What you are trying to say is that Derrick brought his men to disrupt the overseas project?” I queried. ​“Yes, sir. Although no one died, two people were severely injured, and the people involved are seeking an explanation from us, sir. I didn’t want to disturb you and tried to handle the situation, but things started to spiral out of my control. I have told th

Tatum’s POV ​"Don't handle me like that!" I snapped, my voice sharp as a blade. ​He ignored me, his fingers clamping firmly around my chin. I surged against him, trying to wrench myself free, but his hold was iron. ​"How dare you slap me?" he hissed, his tone dripping with cold rage. ​"Because I can!" I shot back defiantly. ​"You don't get to speak to me like that," he growled, his grip tightening painfully against my jaw. "I haven't even settled the score with you for hitting Brianna, and now you hit me? What right do you think you have?" ​" Neither have I, Let me go," I said through gritted teeth. ​"No, I won't." ​"I warned you," I said, my voice dropping to a dangerous level. "I told you not to let her appear before me. I made myself very clear: I wouldn't guarantee her safety if she did." ​He stared at me for a long beat, his eyes searching mine, before he slowly loosened his grip. The moment I felt his fingers retreat, I didn't hesitate—I swung my hand and slapp