All Chapters of VOWS OF DESIRES (DS1): Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

BRYLE’S POVI once knew a girl when I was still young. Her name was Rose, and she used to give me a croissant every time classes ended.One day, I was alone at the playground, watching the sunset. It was something I often did while waiting for my ride. Our driver was always late, and so I would remain there long after my classmates had gone home.A girl sat beside me, and when I turned to look, it was Rose. Without a word, she handed me a croissant.“You’re waiting here again? Your driver is late, isn’t he?” she said with a gentle smile.I simply returned a small smile and accepted the pastry, just as I always did whenever she offered me one.“Why are you still here? You should’ve gone home earlier,” I asked. My words made her smile even wider.“I met with a friend. I was supposed to borrow a book from her, but she never showed up…”I could see the disappointment on her face, so I asked what book she had intende

Bryle’s POVEven now, I could not shake off the words Madame Mathilda had said to me.They lingered in my mind like an unspoken warning. Something heavy, and deliberate. I did not fully understand what she meant, nor could I piece together the exact truth behind her words. And yet, I was certain of one thing: She had been pointing far deeper.Something I had yet to uncover.Exhaling quietly, I ran a hand through my hair before making my way toward Felicity’s room.The mansion remained as silent as it had been earlier, its stillness almost unnatural. It felt as though the entire household was holding its breath, waiting for something inevitable to happen.I stopped in front of her door for a brief moment before gently knocking. No response. Carefully, I opened it.The sight that greeted me was enough to soften the tension in my chest.Felicity stood near the window, a brush in her hand, completely absor

Bryle’s POVThe invitation from the Chen family was not something the Lee family could simply turn down—especially when it involved a potential business partnership that could redefine the future of both clans. Declining would have been disrespectful, and perhaps even foolish. So here we were, standing within the vast and breathtaking hacienda owned by the Chens.Calling it a hacienda almost felt like an understatement.The estate stretched endlessly, its landscape resembling a private luxury resort more than a simple countryside property. Rolling green fields extended as far as the eye could see, perfectly trimmed like a world-class golf course. Towering trees swayed gently with the wind, their leaves whispering soft melodies that blended seamlessly with the distant chirping of birds.Beyond it all, mountains stood tall and proud, as if guarding the land itself.It was peaceful and yet, beneath that serenity, something felt fra

Bryle’s POVConsciousness returned to me slowly. A dull, throbbing pain settled heavily in my head, accompanied by a lingering dizziness that made even the slightest movement feel disorienting. My eyes opened to an unfamiliar ceiling, and for a moment, I remained still, allowing my senses to catch up with reality.This was not my room. That much, I knew immediately.I pushed myself up, wincing faintly as the ache intensified. My mind was strained to recall what had happened the night before—fragments of the party, the conversation with the others, Zeke’s warning… And then the woman I had collided with.Everything after that… was blank.Frowning, I swung my legs off the bed and stood, steadying myself before making my way toward the window. The curtains were slightly parted, allowing daylight to filter in. With a firm motion, I pulled them aside.The view confirmed my suspicion.I exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down my

Bryle’s POVThe following day unfolded like any other—structured, controlled, and precise. At least, that was how it was supposed to be.Stacks of documents were neatly arranged across my desk, each one demanding attention and requiring a decision. The quiet hum of productivity filled the room, interrupted only by the faint ticking of the clock mounted on the wall.I should have been focused, but I couldn’t because, despite the normalcy of everything around me, my thoughts kept returning to her.That felicity’s secretary—Selene.My pen stilled against the paper as her face surfaced once again in my mind. The memory remained fragmented, yet that particular moment stood with unsettling clarity—the collision, her gaze, and the deliberate way she closed the distance between us.My jaw tightened slightly. What exactly was her intention? And more importantly—why me?A soft knock echoed through the room, pulling me back to the