Todos los capítulos de Savage Vows & Silken Lies : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 7

Vivienne’s PovThe eviction notice taped to the frosted glass of the Sterling House atelier felt like a physical slap to the face.I stared at the bold, red lettering until the ink blurred, my fingernails biting so hard into my palms that I almost broke the skin. The silence in the showroom was suffocating. Three generations. My grandmother had built this high-fashion empire from a single, rusted sewing machine. My mother had bled for it, pouring her soul into every sketch and seam.And in less than six months, my father had gambled it all into a black hole of offshore debts and vanished into the night.He had left me here to stand in the graveyard of my family’s legacy.The showroom was gutted. The custom mannequins stood bare in the shadows, stripped of the silk and organza that used to drape their stiff limbs. The bank had already frozen the accounts, and the suppliers had taken back their fabrics. The air, which used to smell of expensive perfume and fresh linen, now just smelled

Chapter 3Vivienne's Pov The private elevator doors slid open with a breathless, expensive hiss, depositing me directly into the penthouse.I stepped off the plush carpet of the elevator and onto freezing black marble, my heels clicking sharply into the cavernous silence. The space was staggering. It spanned the entire top floor of the high-rise, encased in floor-to-ceiling glass that offered a dizzying, panoramic view of the Manhattan skyline. But despite the breathtaking luxury, the penthouse felt entirely devoid of life. It was monochromatic, sharp, and sterile. A meticulously curated museum.A high-altitude tomb.Julian was already there. He stood behind a massive, raw-edge marble kitchen island, his suit jacket discarded over the back of a stool, leaving him in a tailored slate waistcoat and a crisp white shirt. He was staring down at a glowing tablet, a glass of amber liquid resting near his knuckles.He didn't look up when I entered. He didn't so much as blink.Matteo stepped

Chapter 5Vivienne's Pov The ballroom had become a suffocating trap the moment Julian walked away.He had left me standing there like a prized mare tied to a post, issuing a command so cold it had frozen the champagne in my glass. Do not move from this exact spot.It lasted exactly three minutes.The glittering stares of New York’s elite were peeling my skin back layer by layer. The whispered gossip brushed against the back of my neck like a physical weight. Victor Sterling’s disgraced daughter. Julian Vance’s new charity case. I couldn't breathe. The corset of the emerald silk gown felt like it was crushing my ribs into powder. I just needed air. I needed silence.I slipped out of the ballroom, letting the heavy, gilded doors swing shut behind me, cutting off the swelling string quartet. The corridor leading to the VIP wing was empty, dimly lit by antique sconces that cast long, creeping shadows against the silk-lined walls. The thick Persian carpet swallowed the sharp clicks of my

Chapter 7Vivienne's Pov "Take your clothes off."The command hit me like a bucket of ice water, completely shattering the dark, feverish haze of the elevator. I froze, my spine snapping straight. My hands instinctively tightened around the edges of his heavy cashmere coat, pulling it tight against my chest to cover the ruined silk gown.Julian let out a harsh, exhausted breath. He stepped out of the elevator and onto the black marble of the penthouse, running a blood-stained hand through his dark hair. He didn't even look back at me."The dress, Vivienne," he said, his voice stripped of the hungry, feral edge from a moment ago, replaced by a chilling, transactional deadness. "It has Costa's blood on the hem. Take it off, throw it in the incinerator chute in your bathroom, and scrub the mess off your face. And lock your door."He walked away, disappearing into the shadows of the west wing. The heavy oak doors clicked shut, plunging my side of the penthouse into a deafening silence.I