All Chapters of His Rotten Vow: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“He doesn't deserve any comfort in prison. But whatever punishment you wanted for him, I would obey. At the very least, I wanted you to face that man directly and find out why he did it. I don’t want you to suspect me.”Sara weighed all of Damon’s words. She wanted to live in peace in Luvante, yet the ghost of her father's death still haunted her relentlessly. She could never truly forget it; she only masked the pain with the happiness of having Alexa.After days of deep contemplation, Sara finally decided to accept Damon's offer to return to San Marito. She wanted to cut ties with all her past suffering by finding her father's killer.This morning, while Damon stepped out to take care of some business, Sara seized the moment to contact Roger. After only two rings, Roger answered.“Sara...” The voice at the other end of the line instantly made Sara's heart skip a beat.In a fraction of a second, memories of everything Roger had done for her flashed through her mind. The man had always

Roger’s parting words only added to the heavy weight in Sara's chest. After he left, she sat quietly in her room, gazing down at their sleeping daughter.When Alexa was still in her womb, she had assumed her future would be spent with Roger. They had an unspoken understanding that they were partners in life.Displaying happiness and harmony in public had made her accustomed to Roger. And now, as the man revealed feelings long buried beneath their public facade, she found herself wavering.Roger had always been there for her, offering unexpected, quiet acts of care, willing to do the unthinkable just for her and Alexa. Ever since Damon’s arrival, everything had changed. She hadn’t even been able to show her gratitude properly because Damon constantly stood in their way.And honestly, when she was with Damon, her fond memories of Roger began to fade slowly and naturally. She was deeply torn by her own emotions.Did she truly think of Roger only as family? Was the strange feeling that ke

A warm, intoxicating shiver enveloped Sara. Her heart raced simply because of a request from her husband. That soft, sincere, and pleading voice stood in stark contrast to the Damon Moretti she had always known.Yet, Sara quickly shook off her sweet daydream. She knew her feelings for Damon were growing clearer, but she refused to let them surface so easily. She had to hold them back, letting her mind wander into the past when Damon had shown that exact same gentleness to Iris.‘A man wouldn’t change so quickly just because he suddenly had a child. He is only holding back his feelings for Iris for a while, before getting what he truly wants: his own flesh and blood,’ Sara thought repeatedly, as if chanting a spell to completely silence the small voice in her heart that still hoped Damon would prove his words.“Wifey, do you have a dream home?”Damon's voice shattered Sara's concentration. She was truly starting to lose her mind every time her defenses crumbled at just the sound of her

Sara stopped in her tracks. Her breath caught as panic squeezed her chest. The physical toll of the long flight had widened the distance between them, leaving her trailing far behind the entourage.Just then, Damon stopped short. Instantly, the entire group of executives and bodyguards ahead froze, startled by his sudden action.One of the senior executives stepped forward cautiously. With a stiff gesture, he asked hesitantly, “What’s wrong, Mr. Moretti? Did we leave something important behind on the plane?”Damon didn’t answer immediately. He slowly turned, locking his gaze onto the middle-aged man with a sharpness that made the air feel freezing. That intimidating pressure radiated clearly from his upright posture.“What are you people actually doing?” His voice was low, flat, but laden with a lethal threat that ensured no one dared meet his gaze.The executive swallowed hard, cold sweat beginning to drip down his temple. “W-what do you mean, sir? We were only...”Instead of listeni

The interior of that floor was not at all gloomy or filled with the rigid aura she had always imagined. Instead, the place exuded a remarkably soft nuance, dominated by pristine white that blended with an array of colorful fresh flowers neatly arranged along the corridor.“I... I told Felix to prepare this place so that it would be comfortable for you and our baby to occupy,” Damon said with a rare, awkward tone. The man briefly scratched his forehead while his other hand remained stiffly tucked into his trouser pocket, clenched tightly. He had never expected that Felix would translate his orders so excessively as to make the place look so festive.Right in front of the bedroom door located near Damon’s private chambers, various pastel-colored balloons floated in the air. A welcome sign reading ‘Welcome Home Alexa Moretti’ was mounted in an excessively childish font style.The face of the mafia don—usually known for being ruthless—instantly flushed a deep, embarrassed red to an extrao