Lahat ng Kabanata ng Broken Vows: A Billionaire's Secret: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

CHAPTER 12 ZYLIAH'S POV "Hi, I'm Julia. Julia Fawn." The cheerful auburn-haired realtor, wearing the warmest smile and hazel eyes that held a wise, keen gleam of intelligence, extended her hand for a handshake. Her welcoming demeanor coaxed a genuinely warm smile from me as I reached out and accepted her handshake. "Pleased to meet you, Miss Fawn." I noticed she wasn't wearing a wedding ring. "I'm Zyliah. Zyliah Davis." "Yes, I know who you are, Miss Davis. Delia filled me in." My brows furrowed, my smile became a tad curious. "I wonder what she's told you." She chuckled. "All good things, I can tell you. Now, she mentioned you wanted to get a house for you and your two boys. How old are they, if I may ask? When kids are involved, we try to know the ages so we'd know what would be suitable." "Oh, they're five," I replied, starting to feel at ease with her. Delia had recommended her when I'd insisted on getting my own place. I didn't want to be a burden to her anymore, especial

CHAPTER 14 SAYGE'S POV "How are you feeling today, dad?" I entered the family's private living room, where he usually stayed to play games, watch TV, or gist with his mother, my grandmother-Charlotte Williams. Dad was sick. He'd handed over the company to me as soon as the doctor diagnosed him and encouraged him to give work a rest and live the rest of his days stress-free. But dad had decided not to take the doctor's advice on the latter. He kept stressing himself over me every single day. I hoped today would be different... "How I feel ever damn day, son and how I'll keep feeling until you bring a good girl home and give me grandchildren. I want to be able to laugh with them while I still have teeth and tell them stories while I still have my memory's intact," he whined. ...or not. I heaved a sigh. "Dad, I..." "Stop hounding the boy, Ozlas." Grandma Charlotte entered, looking as ravishing and way younger than her age. People never believed she was my grandmother. At mos

CHAPTER 16 ZYLIAH'S POV "Mummy, see, I want that one." Waylen pointed excitedly at a toy drum set. "Uhm... why don't you go for something else, honey? Something less noisy," I said, trying to dissuade him. I could very well afford those clangy-bangy things, but what I couldn't afford was the noise and chaos they'd bring. Knowing Waylen, he'd probably fall asleep on that drum set with the drumsticks still in hand. We were still at Delia's place. I couldn't be insensitive and let my kids disturb her peace and quiet. "No, I want that drum thing!" He stomped his feet, insisting. "Mummy, can I get that basketball game?" Casper asked, eyeing a miniature basketball court for kids. I'd decided to take them out shopping and actually enjoy some real time with them today. Ever since our arrival here, I hadn't really had enough time to actually spend proper quality time with them. Between house hunting and taking care of my business, it had been hectic. Delia was a sweet soul who would

CHAPTER 18 ZYLIAH’S POV “Auntie Delia!” The twins ran over to greet Delia as soon as we stepped into the living room, where she was watching television. She hugged them warmly to herself. “How did your day go?” “It was fun. We went shopping, and Mummy bought us toys,” Waylen explained. “And we went for ice cream. Then we ate Italian in a nice restaurant,” Casper continued from where his brother had stopped. “Oh wow! You ate all of that, huh?” Delia indulged them, a big smile slowly widening her lips. The twins gave enthusiastic nods of affirmation. “Mummy bought it for you.” I dropped a bag on the table before her. “Eat your ice cream before it melts. Also, there’s a plate of Italian for you too.” “It’s your favorite. Coffee Almond Fudge,” the twins chorused. “Thank you so much.” I noticed Delia quietly observing me as she hugged the boys, gently thanking them for the ice cream. I ignored her looks. “Guess what?” She brought out her bowl of ice cream and dug into i

CHAPTER 20 ZYLIAH’S POV “Your phone’s ringing.” Delia wheeled into the kitchen, my phone on her lap. “Fynn?” I asked without turning, more focused on the cake batter before me. I’d felt like cooking, even though it was late. It was one of my favorite hobbies, and I was proud to say I was exceptionally good at it. Delia and Natasha used to encourage me to start up my own restaurant, but back then, family’s business had been more important than branching out on my own. Maybe it was time to think about it. “Yes. How did you know?” she asked. I shrugged. “I told him I wanted to meet with him.” “But it’s late. Almost twelve, plus you’ve already gone to see him this evening.” “Do I look like I’m going?” I carefully poured the perfectly mixed batter into the star-shaped pan. “So why did you tell him you wanted to see him if you weren’t going to go?” Natasha walked in then to get a bottle of water from the fridge. I stepped aside, careful not to brush against her.