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Rachael's POV“WTF. WTF. WTF!” I yell, pacing across my bedroom like a caged animal. My hands are on my head as if holding my skull together will somehow help me process the bomb Jake had just dropped on me.I sit. I stand. I lie down. Then I stand again, unable to stay still for even a second. My hands move to my mouth, and I start biting my nails, a nervous habit I thought I’d kicked years ago. This was too much. Way too much.Jake is Jack’s stepbrother?“Oh my God,” I groan, sinking to the edge of the bed. My head feeling like it might explode. If I’d known this before, I would never have agreed to this ridiculous plan. No way. Not in a million years.Jake… Jake wasn’t just seeking revenge—he was out for blood.I could see it in his eyes when he told me that story. He looked sad, yes, but beneath that sadness was something darker. Something lethal. Jake didn’t just want justice; he wanted to see the Crawfords burn, reduced to nothing but ashes.As for me? All I wanted was for them
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Jake’s POVI lean back on the couch, the weight of the memories pressing down on me like a heavy fog.“I was never interested in reaching out to my real father,” I begin, my voice steady despite the storm brewing inside me. “Not until my grandmother passed away. After that, I was all alone. It wasn’t something I wanted, but eventually, I felt like I had to know but I didn’t know where to begin looking.”Rachael, who is seated across from me, her body tense, locks her eyes on mine as if she’s bracing herself for the next bomb to drop.“So, there was this day back in college,” I resume, “I was reading a business magazine, and I came across an article about the oil industry. That’s when I saw the word ‘Crawford’ for the first time.”I glance at Rachael. Her lips part slightly, her expression a mix of dread and curiosity.“I remembered one of my mom’s letters,” I continue, my voice tightening. “She mentioned how William was forced into the family’s oil business, and It hit me—this could b
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I had so much on my plate today—shopping, a trip to the hairstylist, and, if time allowed, a visit to Amy’s. I needed to talk to her. After all, I had essentially disappeared yesterday into a whirlwind of chaos, and I hadn’t spoken to her since.With no other options, I slip into yesterday’s dress, grab my bag, and head for the door. Jake was back in his room presumably asleep, so I didn’t see the need to wake him. I did, however, take one of his car keys, just as he’d instructed me to if I ever needed to go out.As I step outside, the sleek car in the driveway almost intimidates me. It was pristine, expensive, and way out of my comfort zone. The thought of scratching it or, God forbid, getting into an accident made my stomach twist. If anything happened to it, I’d probably have to sell everything I owned—including myself—to pay Jake back. With that in mind, I resolve to drive at a snail’s pace, safety over style.As I exited the estate, I find myself once again in awe of the neighbor
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JAKE’S POVThe day I had been waiting for was finally here—the luncheon. The day my carefully constructed plan would finally begin to unfold. Today was the day I would look Karen and William Crawford in the eye after years of fantasizing about it and envisioning how it would go.I pace the living room, checking my watch every few minutes. We needed to leave soon, and Rachael hadn’t come down yet. After her wine-fueled "relaxation day" yesterday, I’d been worried about how she’d hold up. When I’d gone to check on her last night, she was passed out on the balcony, an empty bottle of wine lying nearby and a glass still loosely held in her hand.I had to carry her to bed and leave a bucket on the floor, just in case the wine didn’t sit well overnight. I admit, I was annoyed. Who drinks like that in the middle of the day, knowing we have such an important event coming up? But then again, I couldn’t blame her. The emotional rollercoaster I’d put her on over the last twenty-four hours would
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RACHAEL’S POVThat morning, I woke up to the worst wine hangover headache of my life. My skull felt like a marching band was stomping through it. After downing a glass of water and popping some aspirin, I started to feel human again. But as I stood in front of the mirror, brushing my teeth, the reality of the day ahead hit me like a freight train.The luncheon.My heart started racing, and I had to sit down on the edge of the bed to catch my breath. I glanced at the bedside table and saw the unopened bottle of wine I’d left there the day before. A thought crossed my mind: Wouldn’t it be easier to face those people with a bit of liquid courage?I hesitated for a moment, then uncorked the bottle, poured myself a glass, and downed it in one go. The warmth spread through me almost instantly, numbing the anxiety clawing at my chest."Probably a bad idea," I whispered, already feeling yesterday’s tipsiness creeping back. Jake’s going to be pissed. I chuckled at the thought, but he didn’t ne
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RACHAEL'S POVThe words land like a bomb, silencing the room.Amy gasps audibly, her hand flying to her mouth. Ethan looks like he’d just been hit by a truck, and Jack... Jack’s face is a blend of shock, rage, and disbelief.“What the fuck?” he finally chokes out, his voice shaking with anger.I swallow hard, resisting the urge to run, as Jake slid his hand possessively around my waist. His grip was firm, grounding me in the middle of the chaos.“Rachael’s your wife?” Amy whispers, her voice trembling with a mix of confusion and hurt.I open my mouth to respond, but no words came out. All I could do was look at Jake, who stood tall and unbothered, his protective stance making it clear he wasn’t joking.Karen’s voice cut through the tension like a knife“What is going on here?”She appears seemingly out of nowhere, her calculating eyes scanning the scene before landing on me. Her face twists into something venomous.“What is she doing here?” Karen hisses, her words dripping with disgus
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JAKE’S POV“How dare you touch my wife?” I growl, my voice low but seething with fury as I step closer to Jack. Every fiber of my being wants to teach him a lesson he’d never forget. My fists clench tightly, itching to connect with his smug, arrogant face again.Before I could strike, the door slams open, and Karen enters, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. Her voice pierces the air, dripping with annoyance and disdain.“What is going on in here?” she demands, scanning the room. Her sharp eyes land on Racheal, her expression twisting with disdain. “You? What are you still doing here? Did you attack my son?”Rachael steps forward, her anger evident in her trembling stance, ready to respond. I quickly move in front of her, shielding her from Karen’s venomous accusations.“Your son attacked my wife,” I snap, my words hitting Karen like a slap.Karen freezes, her sharp tongue momentarily silenced. “Your wife?” she echoes, her hand flying to her mouth in shock.“Yes,” I confirm,
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RACHAEL'S POVI still couldn’t wrap my head around everything that had happened at that party. In less than two hours, it felt like an entire lifetime of chaos had unfolded. Jack’s attack on me, Jake's retaliation, Karen’s disgust—everything replayed in my mind like a chaotic film reel. And then, there was Jake’s kiss.Why did he kiss me like that?Sure, I understood the reasoning behind it—to get under Jack’s skin and solidify the illusion of our marriage to everyone in the room. But it was more than that. It wasn’t just a kiss for show; it lingered, it burned, and I could still taste him. Amid all the madness, that kiss stuck with me like an imprint, and I hated how it made my heart race just thinking about it.My phone buzzes again, pulling me out of my thoughts. I sigh as I pick it up and see dozens of missed calls and texts. Amy’s name dominating the screen, but there was another number, one I was pretty sure belonged to Jack.I scroll through the messages, all of them frantic. O
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RACHAEL'S POVI couldn’t believe Jake had just come and gone without saying a word to me. He rushed out like he was late for something important, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I sat there on the couch, staring at the ceiling, trying to process the whirlwind of the past few days. The sun was already up, and boredom crept in like an unwelcome guest.I grab my phone and begin mindlessly scrolling through Instagram. As I flip through the posts, a photo of Amy and Ethan catches my eye. They look radiant, clearly on vacation somewhere beautiful. My chest tightens. The last time I’d spoken to Amy was at the Crawford luncheon. Since then, I have avoided her. She’d tried to reach out, but I hadn’t responded. I’d been a terrible friend.Taking a deep breath, I shot her a text: "Hey, how are you?"I bury my phone under a couch cushion, resisting the urge to stare at the screen, waiting for her reply. I needed a distraction, so I grab my laptop. To my surprise, an inquiry about my marketing
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JAKE'S POVWilliam’s silence surprises me as well. I expected him to fight back, deny everything or storm out. Instead, he sits there in silence, his face completely unreadable. Karen, on the other hand, is far less composed. She shoves the letter in his face, her voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and rage.“Did you know about this?”William exhales slowly and leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Elizabeth and I agreed she was going to… take care of it. I’m not surprised she didn’t that’s all.”His words hang in the air, each one more infuriating than the last. The calm demeanor I’d been holding onto begins to crumble. My temper is rising, threatening to spill over.“Wait,” my voice low and dangerous. “You knew she was pregnant?”William doesn’t flinch, his tone is detached. “Of course, I knew but like I said, I thought she got rid of it.”That confession hits me harder than I expect, a knot tightens in my chest. For a moment, I can’t speak.“I think she kept you bec
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JAKE'S POVSleep eluded me. No matter how much I tossed and turned, my thoughts kept circling back to Rachael, all alone in that big house. No matter how angry I was at her, I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling gnawing at my chest.I had also grown accustomed to not being entirely alone. Even though we slept in separate rooms, I always knew she was there. Her presence had become an unspoken comfort.I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. 2:00 a.m. There was no way I could go back to the house at this time without startling her. I sigh, staring at the ceiling, waiting for morning, waiting for a reasonable hour to check on her.Two restless hours later, I was up again, standing under the cold spray of the shower, hoping to wash away my tangled emotions. It didn’t help. The image of her face when I walked out on her lingered, tugging at something deep inside me.Sipping my coffee, I stared at the whiteboard from yesterday and I review my notes, fine tuning my plan to keep my mind occup
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RACHAEL’S POVI spend the entire day trying to reach Jake. Call after call, voicemail after voicemail, but it is no use. He wasn’t picking up. He was sulking somewhere, letting his anger simmer, and left me to drown in the silence he left behind.I paced the living room, my nerves fraying with each passing minute. Where could he be? What is he doing? My mind began to spin with the possibilities.Had he gone to the police? Was he confronting the Crawfords?The unknown gnawed at me, clawing at my insides. If Jake had gone to the police, it would be over for me. I would be arrested for tampering with evidence, and no explanation I gave would matter. I was terrified of what he might do in his anger. Jake was impulsive, and I had learned the hard way that his anger was blinding.But it was already night, and he’d been gone for hours. If the police were going to come for me, they would have done so by now. That thought offers me a sliver of comfort, but it doesn’t ease my anxiety entirely.
SHATTERED VOWS CHAPTER SIXTY~ONE
JAKE’S POVAs I speed past the estate gates, my hands grip the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turn white. My blood is boiling, and no amount of deep breaths can calm me down. Rachael had betrayed me. The one person I thought I could trust. The one person I let in.I thought we were partners. I thought she had my back. “Damn it!” I slam my palm against the wheel in frustration. How could she keep something like that from me? There is only one explanation: she still loves Jack.My chest burns with a mixture of anger and pain, my head pounding not just from the betrayal but from the lingering hangover of last night. Why today, of all days, did she decide to drop this bomb on me? She couldn't have picked a worse moment.I had to leave the house before I did or said something I couldn’t take back. The anger was too raw, too consuming. The walls of that place felt suffocating. At least I still had my penthouse in the city—a sanctuary I could retreat to at a time like this.As I
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RACHAEL'S POVJack’s deflection had said it all. He’d danced around the question with that smug indifference that only made him look guiltier than ever. It was time to involve Jake, even though I knew how this would go. He will be furious that I hadn’t shared this with him earlier. But what choice do I have now? Better late than never, I tell myself as I pull into the driveway, already bracing for the fallout.When I step inside, the house is quiet, except for the low hum of the fridge in the kitchen. Jake is sitting on one of the bar stools, pressing an icepack against his head. He looks like hell—disheveled, pale, and haunted, like the aftermath of whatever had driven him to drink is still clinging to him.“You good?” I ask, setting my purse down on the counter, trying to ease into the conversation.Jake nods silently, not even glancing my way. He looks like the angel of death had brushed past him and left him worse for wear.“Want to talk about what made you drink like that?” I ask
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RACHAEL'S POVI hadn’t spoken to Jake in days. Not because there wasn’t anything to say, but because I was avoiding him. Avoiding the guilt that gnawed at me every time I thought about the evidence I’d hidden. That jerrycan with the old Crawford Oil Industries logo felt like a bomb in my purse, waiting to explode. I’d been going in circles, debating what to do with it.The logical part of me knew I had to confront Jack. But the idea of calling him, of hearing his voice, twisted my stomach into knots. How would he react? Would he deny it outright? Laugh in my face? I wasn’t sure I was ready for the confrontation.When Jake’s name lit up on my phone, my heart skipped a beat. He never called me, ever. If he needed something, it was always a text or a face-to-face conversation. I hesitated for a while, but I finally answered.“Hello?”His voice was slurred, almost incomprehensible. “Rachael... I’m... I’m at the bar. Pick me up. I’m at...” he trailed off, mumbling the name of the bar befor
SHATTERED VOWS CHAPTER FIFTY~EIGHT
JAKE’S POVInside, the lobby gleams with marble floors and crystal chandeliers, its elegance only adding to the sour taste in my mouth. At the reception desk, a woman with a practiced smile informs me Mrs. Raymond had already left instructions. I was to be sent directly to her suite.As I ride the elevator up, my stomach churns. I feel like a cheap escort being summoned to perform a duty. The thought makes me sick, but I bury the emotion deep, locking it away where it can’t touch me. I remind myself why I am here. This is business. Nothing more.The elevator chimes softly, and the doors slide open. I walk down the plush-carpeted hallway, my footsteps muffling as if the hotel itself is trying to silence my guilt. Room 912. My hand hesitates on the door handle for a brief second before I swipe the keycard and step inside.The room is dimly lit; Mrs. Raymond is already waiting for me. She is sprawled across the bed in a silk robe and red lingerie that leaves little to the imagination. He
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JAKE’S POVThe past few days had been a blur of chaos. Between insurance meetings, ongoing investigations, and trying to salvage what I could from the restaurant fire, I barely had time to breathe, let alone see Rachael. I would leave the house before she woke up and return long after she was asleep. It wasn’t ideal, but it had to be done.At least I was making progress.I’d managed to acquire a significant number of shares in Crawford Oil Industries (COI), and now, I was one signature away from becoming the majority shareholder. It was a risky game, but one I couldn’t afford to lose. I just hoped the Crawfords wouldn’t catch wind of what I was doing before it was too late.Tonight is crucial. I had arranged a dinner with the last shareholder, Mrs. Raymond, a shrewd businesswoman with a reputation for playing hardball. I picked one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city—an attempt to “butter her up” before dropping the offer. If I could convince her, my plan would finally fall
