Todos os capítulos de His Rotten Vow: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Sara slipped from one ship to another, erasing her trail with surgical precision. The final vessel brought her to Luvante.Mason—Roger’s man—waited at the docks. He signaled for Sara to take his arm, a move meant to help them blend into the crowd without raising suspicion.“Lean your head on my shoulder and keep your gaze down. There are CCTV cameras everywhere here,” Mason whispered.Sara complied instantly. Whenever she felt eyes on them, she forced a smile and murmured trivialities to him.Once they were inside the car, their facade dropped. Mason slid a folder containing new identification documents across the seat.“Your name is Sara Green now. Mr. Roger has arranged for a residence and a year’s worth of funds. After that, you’re on your own.”One year was more than enough. Even if Roger had provided nothing but the freedom to leave, she would have accepted it in a heartbeat.“Thank you.”Roger was honoring his deal with Albert. Sara was finally free. She could breathe without th

Days in Luvante no longer felt like a desperate escape for Sara. She had found a foreign sense of peace. For the first time, she was free from the suffocating weight of responsibility that had defined her entire life.Even long before her marriage to Damon, her life had been defined by responsibility and the persistent sting of guilt. Now, she had let go of the past, focusing solely on herself and the life growing within her. The pressures that once stifled her were gone, replaced by a quiet, steady rhythm.The factory where she worked smelled nothing of gunpowder or fear. It smelled only of premium fabrics and the rhythmic, soothing hum of sewing machines—a sharp contrast to the cold air of the Moretti estate.“Sara, I brought you some food. It’s good for the baby.” Dorothy broke through Sara’s reverie. The warm-eyed middle-aged woman walked into the office, placing a deep red lunchbox on the desk.Ever since the staff learned Sara was pregnant, they had taken turns bringing her heal

Damon did not let Roger escape easily. Once Roger left the Moretti headquarters, he knew he was being hunted. His father had cut off his access, and Damon had already dispatched his most loyal enforcers to capture him.“Damon will come for me the moment we clear Moretti territory. He’s going to find out where I’ve hidden her,” Roger told the driver. “He won’t believe she’s dead until he sees a body.”Roger’s warning came too late. The screech of metal on metal echoed through the desolate street.On the highway toward the border, a black car rammed into Roger’s vehicle, forcing it off the road. The impact was violent, sending the car into a spin before it slammed into a concrete barrier.Roger crawled from the wreckage, gasping for air. Two of Damon’s armed men approached, their rifles aimed directly at him.Another black car screeched into view, sliding to a halt beside him. The sound of tires burning against the asphalt was deafening.“Get in, Sir! Quickly!”Summoning his last ounce

With the support of the Hanson Group, Roger’s company expanded rapidly. Andrew’s recommendations brought in expert talent from the city, solidifying their operations.Roger renamed the firm after his late mother: Pearl & Co. The brand soared to become a leader in the fashion market, with each limited collection becoming a highly coveted piece of art within mere months.Amidst the success, Sara’s workload intensified. She handled the company’s finances and was deeply involved in the launch strategy for every upcoming release.“Mason, have you booked my train ticket to the capital yet? I haven’t had a chance,” Sara said, not looking up from the stacks of documents on her desk.Mason clicked his tongue, his breath hitching in frustration. “Can’t you see that baby bump? Mr. Roger has forbidden you from attending this month’s launch.”His words made Sara freeze. She glared at him, her brow furrowed in a sharp, silent protest.“I have to ensure everything goes smoothly. This edition has bee

Roger was tied to a chair in the corner of the room, his face bruised. His weary eyes suddenly widened the moment he saw Sara arrive. “Why did you come here?” he muttered.Sara’s footsteps faltered in the center of the damp warehouse. Ahead, Damon stood, shadows veiling half of his face.“You came, Sara.” Damon stepped closer, his aura suffocating. “After all that drama with your faked death, you finally chose to turn yourself in… just to save a man?”Sara’s entire body trembled. Damon’s voice was low, yet it vibrated with suppressed rage—whether because she had staged her death or because he couldn't stomach that his wife had fled with another man, she couldn't tell.“Is this why you ran away from me? For him?”Sara swallowed hard, forcing her spine to straighten despite the piercing ache in her lungs. “Let Roger go. I’m here. That’s what you wanted, isn't it?”Damon chuckled. He reached out and gripped her jaw with force.“I want you to kneel and beg for forgiveness for daring to hi