All Chapters of His Rotten Vow: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Sara snapped awake, gasping for air. Her hand flew to her chest, clawing at her shirt as she struggled to force oxygen into her burning lungs. Cold sweat slicked her temples. The nightmare from fourteen years ago was back, unraveling her completely.​She doubled over, a hacking cough wracking her frame. It was the permanent toll of the smoke she had inhaled to save a boy from the inferno all those years ago.​In the dim room, her trembling hand fumbled across the nightstand, snatching her inhaler. She took a deep, shaky breath. Once her heart rate steadied, she looked around the cramped, stale room.​This tenement was the silent witness to her family's ruin. Her bravery a decade ago had cost them everything.​Her father’s business had gone under, bled dry by his desperate, years-long search for Maya, the younger sister who had vanished the same night. Now, the man who had once been a titan lay frail on the bed across the room. Broken by an old gunshot wound and the weight of his own g

Sara wasn’t given the chance to descend from the altar with any semblance of grace. Brutal hands, belonging to guards in black suits, clamped onto her arms and dragged her away like trash being cleared out.Without a word, they hauled her through the front door, tearing her apart from her father, who was shoved roughly into a different car.By late afternoon, the separate vehicles arrived at an isolated pavilion on the hilltop, still within the Moretti estate. Even there, they were kept under heavy guard, as if they were high-profile criminals.The mountain air seeped into her bones, chilling her to the core, matching the terror that had taken root in her heart. Night brought a suffocating cold into the vast master bedroom of the pavilion.​Sara sat on the edge of the bed, still in her wedding gown. Her mind was a whirlwind of unanswered questions.​She had already asked her father, but even Albert Sterling knew nothing of the Moretti family. Her father had never been involved with su

​Three months of exile in the pavilion had passed.​Sara no longer tracked time by the calendar, but by the bruises that slowly faded from her arms. Yet, something felt wrong. Her gaunt frame now felt heavier. The nausea that struck every morning was not merely a side effect of her husband's abuse. It was a clear sign.​She had missed her period.“Sara, are you alright?” Her father knocked on the door, his voice laced with anxiety.“I'll be out in a moment, Dad.”She sat on the cold bathroom floor, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge of the sink. She was certain she was pregnant. The seed of the man who came to her room every night—not to offer affection, but to assert his dominance—was taking root.​She stood up weakly, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was pale, her eyes had lost their spark, and now, a new life was growing within a womb she was supposed to protect.​The bedroom door opened. Her frail father reached for her hand gently, but his eyes could not

​Sara no longer cried. Her eyes, once filled with fear, had turned hollow. Revenge was the only fuel left in her soul after her father was ripped away.​Roger walked into the room without knocking. He watched Sara packing her meager belongings into a small bag, her hands no longer shaking.“Damon will never admit it,” he said quietly, flicking his lighter. “But you and I know the truth. He orders his servants to dispose of your father whenever he grows bored with his toys. You’re just a toy he’ll discard soon.”​Sara froze. Roger’s lies masked the fact that Iris was the true mastermind.“What do you want?”“I have an escape route,” Roger continued. “Tonight, I will fake your death in a dockyard accident. You will have a new identity and vanish forever. In return, I will frame your departure as a kidnapping by an enemy organization. Damon will lose face, and his reputation in my father’s eyes will be ruined.”​Sara was now certain of Roger’s intent. He wanted Damon’s destruction, just