All Chapters of Vow of the Fallen Star : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 2Evelyn's POVAfter breakfast with Leo—which consisted of him staring at me in total silence while I tried to make small talk about his dinosaur toys—I went back upstairs to my dressing room. I needed to think. In my past life, I had used my skills as a software engineer to build a backdoor into Caleb’s company server. I had told myself I was a "genius" for outsmarting his security team, but I was really just a thief working for a liar.I sat down at my laptop. My fingers flew across the keys. I wasn't just a socialite; I was a damn good coder. I had spent years hiding that from Caleb because Marcus told me "men like him" feel threatened by smart women. What a joke.I quickly navigated to the hidden partition where I had stored the spyware. My finger hovered over the delete key, but I stopped. If I just deleted it, Marcus would know something was up. Instead, I began to write a script that would feed the spyware "ghost data"—fake logins, empty folders, and corrupted blueprint

Chapter 4Evelyn's POVWhen I got back from the office, the house felt quieter than usual. I went straight to Leo’s room. He was sitting on his play mat, quietly lining up his toy cars in a perfect, straight line. He didn't look up when I opened the door, but I saw his little shoulders stiffen."Hey, Leo," I said, sitting on the floor a few feet away from him. "Those are some fast cars."He looked at me quickly, then back at his toys. "Blue one is the fastest. Daddy says it looks like his car.""It does," I said. I picked up a small green truck. "Can I play for a minute? Just until I have to get dressed?"Leo nodded slowly. "Okay. But don't crash them. I don't like when they crash.""I won't crash them. I promise." We sat there for about fifteen minutes. I asked him about his lunch and if he liked the pancakes. He started to relax, even telling me about a bird he saw outside his window. It was a small, normal conversation, but to me, it felt like winning a marathon.Eventually, Mrs. H

Chapter 6: Trophy wife Evelyn's POVI watched them from across the ballroom. 10:18 PM. Twelve minutes early. Marcus couldn’t even wait until 10:30 like he promised. Typical. Men like him think rules bend the moment they decide to. He was already hovering by another exit in his charcoal suit, phone glued to his palm, glancing over his shoulder every three seconds like a thief.Next to me, Sarah shifted in her seat. She’d “accidentally” sat at my table tonight. Her lime-green dress was too bright, too loud. Her phone sat in her lap, the screen reflected perfectly in the polished wood. East exit now.` She typed it. Deleted it. Typed it again. Then she looked up, catching me watching. She smiled. Not her fake best-friend smile, but the real one—sharp, victorious. _We won.My fingers tightened around my champagne flute. _Good luck, I thought. You’ll need it.The drive was in Marcus's pocket, the virus in his laptop, and the clock had started twelve minutes early. He was too

Chapter 8: The sharp, abrasive buzz of the intercom shattered the quiet at exactly 6:00 AM. I bolted upright, my heart hammering against my ribs, a cold sweat dampening my neck. For a disorienting second, I was still trapped in the dark, suffocating memories of my past life—the day Marcus and Sarah looked down at me and left me to die. I pressed a palm against my chest, forcing my breathing to steady as reality settled back into place.“Ma’am, apologies for the early hour,” the security guard’s voice crackled through the speaker. “A courier is at the front gate. There's a package here for you.”“Thank you. Please take it in,” I replied, my voice raspy but calm.I slid out of bed and walked over to the vanity mirror in my separate bedroom. As the brush moved through my hair, unbidden memories ambushed me. I vividly remembered the night I had violently packed my bags, screaming at Caleb and storming out of this house because he refused to buy me an experimental, multi-million-doll

Chapter 10 Evenlyn's POV I pulled up Marcus’s burner phone logs next. The numbers were masked, but the packet data didn’t lie. He was burning through outgoing pings, desperate to reach his handler, completely blind to the fact that I had already redirected his data straight to an anonymous, untraceable server. He was drowning, and he still thought he was navigating a ship.A sharp wrap on the front door broke my concentration.Downstairs, the heavy oak doors swung open right on time at 3:00 PM. High-pitched laughter echoed up the curved staircase, followed by the heavy, familiar thud of a school backpack hitting the foyer floor."Leo," I murmured, closing my laptop and locking it in the desk drawer.I met them at the base of the stairs. Leo was bubbling with energy, his school tie skewed entirely to the left, a smudge of blue marker tracing his thumb. Behind him stood Mrs. Higgins, her kind face wearing its usual patient smile as she unclipped his backpack."Hi, Mommy!" Leo chir