All Chapters of Vows Of Deception : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Luca’s POVI stand there, watching her, and for a moment, I think I might just lose my mind. Her defiance, her fight, it only makes the desire to break through that much stronger. She says she hates me, but I can see the lie in her eyes. It’s there in the way she reacts to my touch, in the way her body betrays her every time we come into close contact.She thinks she can push me away, pretend I don’t have a hold on her, but I know better. The moment I laid eyes on her, I saw the fight in her. I saw the anger, the fear, the vulnerability. And I knew right then and there, I had to have her.Emma.The name rolls off my tongue like a curse, and I hate how much it haunts me. She’s a constant ache inside me, a reminder that I can’t control everything in my life. But that’s the thing—I control everything, everyone, except her. She’s the one thing that has the power to break me.I watch her step back, trying to create space, but I don’t let her. I pull her back toward me, my fingers tighteni

Luca’s POVI watch her, standing there in front of me, her eyes defiant yet filled with a vulnerability I can’t ignore. Emma is a contradiction, a woman who says one thing and shows something entirely different with her body, her movements, the way her eyes flicker when she looks at me. She hates me. She’s made that clear. But the way she reacts—her trembling breath, the subtle flush that spreads across her cheeks when I get too close—tells me a different story.I see the war inside her, the struggle to resist what I offer, and it excites me. It always has. Emma doesn’t know it yet, but she’s already mine. Her body, her heart, her mind—they’re all mine, and no matter how hard she fights it, she will learn that she can’t escape me.“You’re so stubborn,” I say, my voice laced with a mixture of amusement and irritation. She doesn’t back down; she stands tall, her posture defiant as if she thinks she can outlast me. I can feel her desire to push me away, and it only makes me want her more

Luca’s POVI watch her carefully, noting the way her chest rises and falls with every breath. Her defiance is there, as it always is, but there's something else too—something darker, something more fragile beneath that surface. It’s the vulnerability that she hides so well, and it's the thing that draws me in the most.She stands in front of me, tense, her back straight, eyes flashing with that familiar fire. Yet, I can see it in the subtle way she shifts her weight, the slight tremble in her hands. She’s holding something back, I can feel it. And I know, I know she’s just as aware of me as I am of her. The pull between us is undeniable, a magnetic force neither of us can ignore, no matter how hard we try.She hates me. I can see it in the way her lips curl, the bitterness in her eyes. But there's more to it. I know her better than she thinks. Beneath the anger, beneath the coldness, I see the longing. She tries to deny it, but I know her body speaks louder than her words. I can tell

Luca’s POVThere’s something in the way she looks at me—defiant, angry, confused—that ignites a dark hunger inside of me. It’s a fire I’m all too familiar with, one that I’ve fought to control for years. And yet, with her, it feels impossible to extinguish.She thinks she can push me away. She believes she can fight this, fight me. But she’s wrong. She’s been wrong all along.I watch her as she stands there, defiant, refusing to back down. Her voice rings with a determination that only makes me want to break through her walls even more. I’ve never wanted something more than I want to make her see the truth. To make her understand that she doesn’t have a choice in this.Emma thinks she can escape, that she can keep her distance, but I know better. I see through her. I always have.She’s mine. Even if she doesn’t realize it yet.I lean against the doorframe, my arms crossed, watching her struggle against the tide that’s slowly pulling her under. She doesn’t understand the gravity of the

Luca’s POVI watch her, my eyes trained on the back of her head, the way her shoulders remain stiff as she stares out the window, the delicate curve of her neck. She’s a beautiful contradiction—resistant, defiant, but undeniably drawn to me, even if she won’t admit it to herself.Emma is playing a dangerous game. One that I’m all too familiar with. She thinks she can fight me, escape me, but the truth is, she’s already caught in my web, whether she realizes it or not.Her defiance only fuels the fire inside me, pushing me to claim her more, to break her, to bend her will until she understands that she can never outrun me. I’ve seen it all before—women who think they can stand against me, challenge me, but none of them ever succeed. And Emma? She’s no different. She just doesn’t know it yet.I take a step closer, but I’m careful this time. She’s fragile, like a bird ready to take flight, and if I push too hard, she might break. But I don’t want her to break, not yet. I want her to unde