All Chapters of His Rotten Vow: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“You and Alexa should sleep in the next room for now. I need to tidy up this room so it will be more comfortable for you to occupy.” Damon suddenly grew nervous, even more so than when facing his enemies.Sara’s gaze radiated doubt and suspicion. Instantly, her mind was flooded with wild images. Her heart thundered violently, as though struck by a hammer.Damon Moretti, the man who ruled the entire territory of San Maritto, couldn't possibly have gone through life without ever touching a woman. He might show special attention only to Iris, but a man’s biological instincts were impossible to deny.“I...” Sara lowered her gaze. “...shouldn't have entered your private quarters,” she murmured softly.Damon instantly understood why his wife had grown so gloomy. He could roughly guess what Sara was thinking. On one hand, he wanted to explain, but on the other hand, he was reluctant to reveal the current state of his bed.“Wait.” Damon immediately caught Sara mid-step as she tried to leave,

The confidence Sara once possessed when speaking in public during her time at Luvante now seemed to have completely evaporated. In that room, before the haughty female executives of Moretti, she felt small and profoundly intimidated.Iris had dominated the conversation from the outset, opening the interaction by introducing Sara merely as Damon’s wife. Yet, the gazes of those women radiated a blatant lack of interest. They greeted Sara in passing, then deliberately turned their attention to something far more captivating to them: the relationship between Damon and Iris.“I have always envied you, Iris. Don Moretti never acts warmly toward anyone, except for you. Only to you does he always show a different side. He is so attentive, gentle, and fiercely protective,” Sherly, one of the senior female executives, remarked with an adoring tone.The woman beside Sherly chimed in, casting a sidelong, cynical glance at Sara. “He even had to marry that nameless woman now. Unlike when he was wit

Even though Sara had won that verbal skirmish, it didn't mean Iris would surrender just like that. She refused to give up her intention to prove that Sara was nobody to the greater Moretti family.When a man approached Rebecca and whispered something into her ear, she excused herself from Sara and left the area. Following her departure, Iris prepared to launch another verbal attack on Sara.However, a soft whimper from Alexa made Iris withhold her remarks. Out of nowhere, Damon had appeared near Sara's chair.“My wife, our daughter seems hungry.” Damon handed Alexa over to Sara. “I will accompany you to feed Alexa in another room...”Damon abruptly cut off his sentence as Sara rose from her seat. She looked back up at him, then curved her lips into a sweet smile—too sweet—forcing him to swallow back the words he had intended to say.His cheeks flushed lightly, and his gaze flickered with a brief flash of discomposure before locking onto his wife's eyes once more. That spontaneous reac

Moments earlier, in the opulent grand ballroom...Damon was distracted by the endless praises showered upon his daughter’s beauty. Though she was fast asleep wrapped in a soft blanket, Alexa occasionally twitched the corners of her lips, forming a faint smile as Damon stroked the baby’s tiny cheek.“Young Miss Alexa looks just like you, sir. We swear we will always protect her with our lives,” one of Damon’s loyal executives declared.Damon offered a subtle smile. Although he was well aware that some people around him were merely fawning to gain his attention, his heart still felt warm hearing how strong the resemblance was to his flesh and blood.Every time Damon mentioned the same thing to Sara, she always deflected it with a gentle smile, insisting that Alexa didn’t inherit his facial features at all. Yet tonight, he proved that Sara’s argument was entirely mistaken. The whispers of awe surrounding him confirmed one thing: his daughter was a female replica carved from his own mold.

After nearly an hour of crying until she was completely exhausted, Alexa finally drifted off to sleep in Damon's arms. The man laid Alexa down on the bed, then gently stroked the infant's swollen and reddened eyes. His brow furrowed deeply, revealing the lingering traces of a raw anger and extraordinary anxiety that had yet to subside within his chest.“Watch over Alexa, Felix. Don’t dare leave her alone,” Damon ordered in a firm, unyielding tone.“Yes, sir.”Damon then left the bedroom with long, heavy strides that felt almost mechanical. Outside the door, a trusted bodyguard was already waiting to deliver the latest report: Sara still had not been found in any corner of the massive mansion.“I have made certain that no outsiders have infiltrated our grounds, Sir,” the bodyguard reported with a bowed head.Without offering a single word in response, Damon continued walking down the corridor toward the main security monitoring room. Upon arrival, his steps paused briefly at the thresh