Todos los capítulos de Vows of convenience Hearts in Collision : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

They say silence is golden.But in Caelum Drayke’s world, silence is a warning. And tonight, the quiet pressed against my chest like a blade.---The silence in Caelum’s office was unnatural. Not the peaceful kind that wrapped around you like velvet at midnight, but the razor-edged kind that cut deep and bled nerves raw.I stood just inside the door, the city skyline blazing behind the glass, each light a distant fire. My reflection glimmered faintly on the surface, fractured by the angles of glass and shadow, and for one terrifying moment, I didn’t recognize myself.I looked like someone else someone harder, someone cornered.Caelum was seated at his desk, but he wasn’t working. His computer screen glowed, ignored, papers strewn across the surface in uncharacteristic chaos. He was too still. His jaw was tight, his ice-blue eyes darkened, his hands steepled beneath his chin.I knew that posture. I’d seen it in boardrooms, in negotiations, in rare moments when he thought I wasn’t looki

When the first bullet shatters your world, you think the worst part is the sound.But it isn’t.It’s the silence afterward the silence where you realize someone, somewhere, wants you dead.---The office was a ruin of glass and gunfire.I could still taste the sharp tang of blood in the back of my throat, though I wasn’t sure if it was mine or the phantom bite of panic clawing its way up. My heartbeat wasn’t steady anymore; it was erratic, jagged, like the shards littering the marble floor.Caelum’s weight pressed me flat against the rug, his body caging mine, protective and suffocating all at once. Every nerve in him was iron, every muscle braced like a fortress. I could feel his chest vibrating with the low rumble of curses he didn’t let slip past his lips.Another shot rang out. The glass wall behind us cracked deeper, fissures racing across the pane like lightning.“Stay down,” Caelum ordered, his voice a blade of steel cutting through the chaos. His hand pressed firmly against th

Two men. One face.And in the dark, I realized the cruelest truth sometimes love and destruction wear the same skin.---The lights didn’t just flicker.They died.One heartbeat, I was in a room buzzing with harsh fluorescent light, staring at Caelum’s raised gun and Lucien’s mocking smile. The next, blackness devoured everything, thick and absolute.I froze. My breath hitched too loudly in the void, echoing like a betrayal.“Caelum?” My whisper scraped from my throat, raw and small.“Here.” His voice cut through the dark, low and urgent. Too far to my right.Then closer. Too close. A whisper brushing my ear like smoke.“Or is that me?”Lucien.My heart slammed against my ribs. The weight of the dark pressed down on me, stealing my bearings, my breath. My hand groped blindly, searching for Caelum, but only empty air met my fingers.“Stay behind me, Saphira,” Caelum commanded, but the dark distorted everything. His voice sounded everywhere at once.“Behind him?” Lucien laughed softly,

Falling should have killed me.Instead, it was worse.Because when the hand caught me, it wasn’t salvation it was the devil I’d sworn to escape.---I couldn’t breathe.The world dangled upside down, my body swinging over the abyss, every muscle screaming as I clung to the single wrist that kept me from plummeting into the dark.His wrist.“Breathe, little flame,” Lucien murmured, his grip bruising, too tight to be tender. “You’ll need air when I drag you back to me.”A sob burst from my chest, part terror, part fury. I tried to wrench away, but his hold only tightened. My shoulder burned where my body dangled, my other hand clawing uselessly at empty air.Above, the ladder groaned, shifting again. A harsh clang echoed down the shaft Caelum was descending, fast.“Lucien!” his voice thundered. “Don’t you dare”Lucien laughed. Low. Dark. Like he owned the echo itself.“Oh, brother. Always so late to the party.”My nails dug into his wrist, not to hold, but to break skin. I wanted to hur

The dagger hovered like a curse between my trembling hand and Caelum’s chest. Lucien’s grip was iron, his voice a serpent’s hiss in my ear. “One brother lives, one dies. And you, Saphira… you decide.” But the truth cut sharper than any blade I wasn’t choosing between them. I was choosing whether to damn myself.---The shaft was a tomb.The smell of oil, steel, and blood mingled into something raw and suffocating, pressing against my chest until every breath tasted of metal. The groan of cables above us was steady but fragile, a sickly heartbeat reminding me that everything we were hanging by a thread.Lucien’s arm locked me in place, his chest solid against my back, while the dagger he guided trembled inches from Caelum’s heart. The man I swore I’d never trust again. The man who had shattered me. The man I still couldn’t imagine losing.Caelum dangled below, his weight straining the remaining cable. His white shirt was ripped open across his chest, blood seeping into the fabric like