All Chapters of Vows Of Deception : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Luca’s POVI watched her—Emma—silently, my gaze fixed on her as she stood by the window, the faint glow of the city lights illuminating her delicate features. She was beautiful, of course, but that wasn’t what kept my attention. No, it was the way she seemed to move through my world with such reluctance, as though every step she took pulled her farther from the life I had so carefully constructed for us both.I was used to control. Used to bending the world to my will. But Emma—Emma was different. She didn’t surrender the way everyone else did. She fought it. And that made her more valuable, more captivating than anyone I had ever met.The silence stretched between us, thick with the weight of unspoken words. She knew how I felt about her, and I knew how she felt about me—she hated me, though there was a hint of something else, something raw and unacknowledged beneath the surface. It was almost maddening, the way she fought so hard to keep herself from me, from the inevitable pull we

Luca’s POVThe soft hum of the city’s nightlife drifted in through the tall windows of my office, a faint reminder that the world outside continued to spin, oblivious to the little dramas I orchestrated within the walls of my empire. I leaned back in my chair, a glass of whiskey swirling in my hand as I stared out into the darkness, watching the city lights flicker below me. The hum was comforting, even if the rest of the world didn’t know the price it paid for this kind of peace.Emma.Her name echoed in my mind like a song on loop, a melody I couldn’t escape, no matter how hard I tried. It wasn’t that I wanted to forget about her; no, that was far from it. But I was beginning to wonder if I’d been wrong. Was I too harsh with her? Too... insistent?I took a slow sip of my whiskey, the burn soothing the tension gnawing at my gut. Every interaction with her felt like a delicate balance between pushing her away and pulling her closer. The frustration was almost unbearable. I had her, bu

Luca’s POVThe sleek black car glided silently through the city streets, the hum of the engine the only sound in the otherwise quiet night. I sat in the backseat, my gaze fixed on the city that seemed to blur around us. Emma was beside me, the air between us thick with tension. I could feel her restlessness, her unwillingness to be here, and it only stirred something deeper inside me.I’d seen that look in her eyes earlier—her anger, her defiance. It was familiar, a reminder of the resistance she’d shown me ever since she walked into my life. But I knew her too well by now. It wasn’t the first time she had tried to hide her emotions, to bury them beneath that icy exterior. The only difference now was that I could see through it more clearly than ever before.She was mine, whether she accepted it or not.I let out a slow breath, my fingers drumming rhythmically on the armrest. The city’s lights flickered through the windows, casting fleeting shadows across her face, and I couldn’t help

Luca’s POVThe silence between us was suffocating, and I couldn’t help but revel in it. It was rare for Emma to be so quiet, her usual defiance and fire dimmed under the weight of the night. I stood beside her, watching her, trying to decipher the thoughts running through her head. It amused me, this game of cat and mouse we played, where she fought against me with every breath, yet I could see the cracks forming in her resistance. There was something about the way she spoke to me earlier, something in her voice that made me wonder if she was finally beginning to see the truth.I had her—of course, I did. I owned her in every possible sense. But what I hadn’t anticipated was how she made me feel. Not just the usual thrill I got from bending others to my will, but something deeper, more unsettling. She was different from the others. She wasn’t afraid to challenge me, and I hated it as much as I admired it.She was trying to break free from my grasp, I could feel it in every move she ma

Luca’s POVThe night air was thick with tension, a palpable weight pressing against my chest. I had said the words. Emma had heard them, and I could see the way they affected her—just as I knew they would. She could deny it all she wanted, but deep down, she understood. She had become mine, and there was no escaping that truth.I leaned against the balcony railing, watching her from a distance, feeling the sharp sting of her defiance. She was trying so hard to push me away, but it was all futile. No matter how much she fought, no matter how hard she resisted, I always knew exactly what she needed. And in the end, she would realize that.Her words from earlier still echoed in my mind. "I’ll never be yours." The challenge in her voice, the fire behind her words, it had stirred something inside me—something that I hadn’t felt in a long time. The urge to break her, to make her submit to me completely, flooded me, but there was something else too. I wanted her to understand. I wanted her t