All Chapters of Vows Of Deception : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Emma’s POVI stood at the edge of the balcony, my hands gripping the railing as I stared out into the night. The city sprawled beneath me, lights twinkling like a thousand tiny stars, each one holding a secret. The cool wind swept through my hair, tugging at the strands, but it didn’t bring any relief to the storm inside me. I had never been good at this—the quiet moments that let my thoughts spill out and crash against each other.What was happening to me? I wasn’t supposed to care. I wasn’t supposed to let him in. But with every glance, every touch, every whispered word, Luca was breaking down the walls I had spent years building.I could feel him in every corner of this apartment, his presence lingering like smoke. After that kiss, I had told myself that it was nothing. Just a moment. A lapse in judgment. But the way he looked at me afterward, the softness in his eyes, the unspoken promise in his touch—it felt like it was everything. He had shown me a side of himself that I had nev

Emma’s POVI woke up the next morning with a weight on my chest. Not the suffocating kind, but the kind that was unfamiliar and new. It was a feeling I couldn’t quite name, but it was there, tugging at me, pulling me in a direction I wasn’t ready to go. But last night... Last night had changed everything.Luca had kissed me. And it wasn’t just any kiss. It was slow, gentle, as though he was trying to savor the moment, unsure but willing to take that chance. And I had kissed him back. Not out of obligation, not out of need, but because I wanted to. It was the first time in a long time that I didn’t feel like I was losing control of the situation. I was in the moment with him, feeling him, letting myself be vulnerable in a way I hadn’t done before.I sat up in bed, pulling the sheets around me as I stared out the window. The light was just beginning to filter through the curtains, soft and golden, casting a warm glow over the room. It was peaceful. Almost too peaceful, considering the s

Emma's POVI couldn’t breathe. My heart raced in my chest, and my head spun with everything that had just happened. I wanted to pull away, wanted to retreat into the safety of my own thoughts, but I couldn’t. Not when his hands were still on me, not when his breath was warm against my skin.Luca.His name echoed in my mind, but I couldn’t make sense of the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. His lips, soft and tentative, had pressed against mine, a kiss that hadn’t been demanding or forceful, but still left me breathless.I had always feared that I would fall for him, despite everything. And now, with him so close, holding me as if I were the most important thing in the world, I could feel the walls I had spent years building around myself slowly crumbling.I had told myself I would never let him in. That I would always keep him at arm’s length. After all, he had broken my trust, used me, betrayed me in ways that I didn’t even fully understand yet. But then why did my pulse quic

Emma’s POVThe silence between us felt heavy, yet it was different this time. The words Luca had spoken, the promises he had made, hovered in the air, and I found myself struggling to understand them, to accept them. But something inside me—something deep down—wanted to believe him. He was offering me something I never thought I would have again: a chance at rebuilding what we had, or maybe even something better. But could I trust him? Could I trust myself?I could still feel the weight of his words, the sincerity that had laced his tone when he promised he would wait for me, that he would give me the time I needed. His willingness to respect my space—it was both a relief and a reminder of how much had changed, how much I had changed. I had spent so long resenting him, hating him, but now, in this moment, I wasn’t sure what I felt. Was it hope? Was I really willing to let go of everything I had built up—every wall, every barrier I had placed between us—for the possibility of something

Emma’s POVI stood there, looking at Luca, my heart pounding in my chest. The space between us had closed in a way I hadn’t anticipated, and now it felt as though the room was too small, too close for comfort. I could still feel the heat of his touch from when he had brushed his hand against my arm. His fingers, so gentle, so careful, like he was afraid to touch me too hard, afraid I would break under his touch.But it was his eyes that held me. The depth of them, the vulnerability I hadn’t seen before, pulled me in, making me question everything I thought I knew about him. Was this the same man who had forced me into this marriage? The same man who had taken away my freedom, my choices? The same man who had, on more than one occasion, made me feel like I was nothing more than a pawn in his game?And yet, here he was, standing in front of me, his gaze soft, filled with something… something I couldn’t name. Was it regret? Desire? Or something deeper, something I couldn’t even begin to