The Unkept Promise Novel Amelia And Silas Mga Nobela at Kwento

Sei looked determined, and Silas was burning with rage. "I said that I've met someone new. My new mate, Daffodil." Silas froze as he thought, "That name sounds familiar..." "She was Precious's assistant." "Have you gone insane?!" Silas screamed at his brother, ripping the thick blankets off himself as he pounced off the bed. "What happened to our promise?" He asked his brother, grabbing a fistful of his shirt. Sei only watched his twin, not saying anything. "We said it would be Akielia or nothing. What happened to that, huh?"

" Silas was too ashamed and blamed himself for what happened to you and your baby so he couldn’t face you the first time after, he did everything he could to find a solution to what his grandfather did to you two. When he finally got over himself he tried to contact you but by that time you were all gone! He searched for you none stop for ages, couldn’t rest or sleep until he found you. When the time came and his grandpa forced him to marry someone he agreed, so Silas reached out to me. He knew my story with my partner and didn’t want anyone else to be threatened the way you did! He gave me a chance to be with the love of my life at the same time I was married to him. We are only married on

My body went stiff for a moment. I had done my best to give them the good points of Silas. Completely taking out the fact that Silas didn’t want us. Going back to who Silas used to be, not what he is now. I didn’t let them see my pain, or tried not to. Amelia was far more observant that any other pup her age. “I miss your Papa. That’s all.” She was quiet for a moment. “Will we see him?”

Silas said, his voice becoming laced with anger as he spoke of Alastair. "After years of helping him, he came up empty-handed, pretended he would help. Little did I know he couldn't do anything. He only used us to hide from one man. Keep himself hidden from the one who created a book that saw the future—a man he tricked into giving him his throne. When I learned of the book, I began searching for the man he talked about, found out who he was and if he could set us free. I found nothing about him or how to reach him. I began having odd dreams about the book. It whispered to me, told me things. It told me I would be free soon enough. 'When the one I love takes her last breath, and the one I cr

I don’t even know if he aims to fulfil and keep his promises because now Hope will be looking forward to it. “Ahh! How about we go to dinner tomorrow, just the two of us?” he offered her a deal and she quickly accepted it. Watching them interact melted my heart. Although Desmond had always cared for her, his recent actions and carelessness had made me question his concern for Hope. “Let’s go inside or you will feel sick, okay?” Silas held his hand out for her, smiling very cutely at her. She accepted his hand and jumped on her feet to walk back to the mansion. As the two turned around, they spotted me watching them.

My fingers curled into his shirt, anchoring myself, because I was drowning in him, in the weight of this moment. And then— A noise outside the door. We tore apart like we’d been burned, breathless, shaken. The moment shattered, reality slamming back into place. I turned away, forcing air into my lungs, while Silas ran a hand through his hair, jaw clenched. "We can't keep doing this," I whispered. He didn’t respond right away. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, rough. "But we will." And he was right. We would. Because no matter how wrong it was, no matter how dangerous, stopping was never an option.

“So, you really were just as clueless to her plans.” “I loved her, but I knew it was not enough to win her over. Then when you appeared, and responded to our marks in a way she never had, I assumed it meant I stood a chance at earning some of her love.” Silas crossed his arms over his chest. “But it no longer feels the same as before. I want you, but I do not want you. It is so confusing. So, I cannot leave until I am no longer confused. I promised her father I would make her happy, but how far does that stretch? What if I am no longer happy?”

Ma‍rk‍’s gaze slid to me, slow and deli⁠berate, lingering on the slit of my⁠ d‍re⁠ss t⁠hat cl⁠imbed my high, the‌ curv⁠e‍ of my hip exposed by the⁠ backl‍ess‌ d‍esign. A shiver crawled‌ up my spin‍e, not from cold. “And this must be th‌e new Mrs. Truman.‌” He took my free hand, pressing a kiss to my knuckles, his lips dry and lingering. “I hope everything’s goi‍ng we⁠ll in Atlanta?” Silas’s fingers froze a‍round mine, the warmth turning to ice. His smile faltered for a split second, eyes nar‍rowing t‌o slits.‍ “What do you mean by that?”‌

Did she really think that the world should revolve around her? I replied, "Ms. Black, if you need anything, you should go to your dear husband, Leonard. I'm just an outsider. I have no obligation to clean up your mess." It suddenly dawned on her, and a flicker of realization crossed her face. "Is it status that you care about? I'll think about it after I give birth, but you must promise not to make it public. I don't want to upset Leo." I stared at her, pausing between each word. "I'll say it again. Leave. Don't let me see you again. I don't want to remarry you. Never in this lifetime."