All Chapters of The Billionaire's Broken Vows: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

“Sera...” Mark's voice was barely more than a rasp.“Don't think about any of that right now, Dad.” Seraphine tightened her grip around his hand, swallowing the thick lump in her throat. She forced her voice to remain steady. “You need to rest.”Mark's eyes filled with hot tears. “My little girl...” His voice broke completely. “I'm so sorry.”A tear slipped down the deep, weathered lines of his face. “I ruined your life,” he whispered, his breathing turning shallow and uneven. “I ruined your entire future because of my mistakes.” His frail fingers tightened weakly around hers, trembling with a sudden rush of grief. “If I hadn't been so damn greedy... none of this would have happened. That bastard never would have come after you.”“Dad, please...”“This is all my fault, Sera. All my fault.”Hearing those words hurt more than anything Arthur had done to her at the altar. Seraphine felt as though a tight band had wrapped around her chest, squeezing the air right out of her lungs. Yet, sh

“Sera… what do you mean?”Seraphine couldn't hold back anymore. All her defenses crumbled. Tears finally spilled over. "Yes Dad… I'm pregnant. It's Arthurs. Arthur Ashford.”A suffocating silence fell over their unfamiliar house. She was four months along. Her belly was already too big to hide. She couldn't lie to her father forever.With triplets her belly was already too big to hide beneath sweaters. She couldn’t keep this from her father forever.Mark’s face turned white. He gasped for air his hands clawing at the space between them.Pregnant. With the child of the man who had left her at the altar. The man who had humiliated their family.“Y-you…" Mark’s voice was shaky. "You’re pregnant… with that man’s child Sera?”“Dad please listen… let me explain…”“God…" Mark grabbed his chest his face contorting in pain.It wasn't physical pain. It was guilt. A crushing weight. His past mistakes were catching up. Because of him his daughter was paying the price. They had lost everything. Mo

"Liam, seriously… you just ate. Stop running!" Sera pressed her fingertips against her temple, where a dull throb was already starting to form. "If you puke, I'm not cleaning it up."It was a total bluff, and they both knew it. If Liam actually threw up, she’d be the one on her knees with a roll of paper towels, sighing through the cleanup. But at three years old, her son possessed a terrifying amount of energy that defied both gravity and common sense. Liam just flashed a toothless grin, tearing around their cramped living room while a ragged knitted bunny swung wildly from his fist."Liam! I swear I won't help you with your homework if you don't give Pompom back!" Aurelia yelled, chasing right behind him. Her cheeks were flushed bright pink, and her pigtails bounced like crazy radar dishes tracking a fugitive.Aurelia’s logic was a little too advanced for a toddler… she’d clearly stolen the 'homework' threat from the older kids next door, but Liam looked genuinely terrified for a s