Lahat ng Kabanata ng These Reckless Vows: The Billoniare’s Bride: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

Leonel ~~~ Oh my God. Oh. My. God. Bile rises at the back of my throat as Evelyn bursts into tears. Oliver reaches out immediately, pulling her gently into his chest, but his shocked eyes are still fixed on Riley, blinking at her like he’s seen a ghost.“What the fuck?” I hear Nicco mutter under his breath, shock and rage clear in his tone even as it stays quiet. Ava’s clasps a hand over her mouth, her eyes now mimicking the tears in her sister’s. They look scarily similar right now, too much like family. Only Bella remains unchanged; staring ahead, not moving a muscle, but somehow, this makes me feel even worse. “I found a letter later, my mum told me she was sorry, explaining her and Ruth needed to be a family again with Jonathan to complete their story. She drowned herself. Drowned my sister so they could be dead with the bastard, and you?”She looks at me, finally letting a tear fall, “You did nothing. Caused all the damage and left me to deal with the consequenc

Leonel ~~~ I would sooner let the earth hurl me into the sun than allow my little sister stay alone in the forest with Riggs, Jaxon and Riley. “Absolutely not.” I roar at her where she stands, looking graceful and put together, like she has this whole thing figured out. Her eyes cut to me in a challenging glare, as if to remind me of the sting from the slap she dealt me less than 10 minutes ago. I know I taught Bella a good chunk of self defense, but I would never have expected that slap to hurt half as much as it did. Maybe because it came from her, one of the only people in this world I’ve sworn not to fail. The other sits across from me, my Ava, holding onto Riley like she didn’t loathe her a few short hours ago. Riley. I do everything but look at her, because if I do, I’ll see my failures in her blue-green eyes. Crazy eyes, I now realize, because of me. My head throbs with the weight of shame. How many lives will I ruin? How my things unravel and destruct because

Ava ~~~ My dad. My dad? Adrian Allard, the asshole who abandoned me. What does this have to do with him? The crazed look in Jaxon’s eye tells me it might have everything to do with him. I don’t want to think about dad, so I shake it off, scurrying out of the room like an insect that was doused with pesticides. That was a bad idea, and now it has me running down the stairs. Nicco chases after me; but I don’t look back at him, I need more safety than him. Even as I get downstairs and plop back in my position, I know I need Leonel. He’d know what to do, what to say. Hell, he’d probably have all the information on The IronRoot Institute by now if I just blinked sadly at him. But I wouldn’t do that to him, not in his time of need, and not when he has a trial to prepare for. Especially not when I’m still mad at him over Riley.It’s so weird loving someone as complicated as him. How do I hate him? How do I love him without anger? I don’t know. All I know is that the IronRoot Ins

Leonel~~~The scent of strawberry hits me like a bomb, waking up all my senses.It’s Ava’s scent, the one I've been starved of for the last 2 weeks. I breathe her in like she’s oxygen, and she may as fucking well be with how alive every part of me is; heart, soul, my fucking rock hard cock. I graze her ear with hungry teeth, and she clenches her small palms, which rest around my neck.“Leonel.” She gasps out. I can’t help but feel pride when she breathes my name out that way. I bet she’s never called Nicco that way.“Open,” I command the door, and as if i’m the voice of God, it springs open, revealing my plain but efficient bedroom; queen-seized bed with clinically white bedsheets and pillows, a large desk in the corner for when i’m too lazy to go downstairs and get work done in my office, some lights over head and windows overlooking my property. I inwardly cringe at the bulky monitors I have on the desk, the ones I got to search for my Ava.I snuggle her closer, sniffing her red h

Ava ~~~ “There is no way your favourite colour is yellow,” I say, scrunching my nose at Leonel. He chuckles, taking another sip of his black coffee, “I don’t know what to tell you, Mi Valineta. You expect it to be something dark and dangerous but it’s really just yellow.” I resist the urge to laugh loudly, even though we’re the only ones in the coffee shop, it still feels weird to be noisy. After our little moment last night, Leonel woke up this morning insisting we go out and just enjoy each other’s company. They don’t need him to testify any time soon, and with all the tension that brews unspoken between us: me running away and his murderous behaviour, a day out may be just what we need to cleanse one another. Well... after last night’s sexual rendezvous, I’m not sure we will ever be clean again, but you get the idea. “Forgive me if I find it hard to believe that the guy who hunches over a cup of black coffee, no sugar or cream, has a preference for yellow.” He arche