All Chapters of Vows Of Deception : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Luca’s POVThe silence of my office is a welcome reprieve from the chaos of the evening. Yet, even here, I can’t seem to escape her. Emma’s voice echoes in my mind, sharp and defiant, her anger a flame that threatens to consume us both.I drag a hand through my hair and glance at the city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The glittering lights of Milan stretch endlessly before me, a testament to the power and wealth I command. This city bends to my will. Hell, the world bends to my will.But Emma? She’s an entirely different force.I exhale sharply and reach for the crystal decanter on my desk. Pouring myself a generous measure of whiskey, I let the amber liquid swirl in the glass before downing it in one go. The burn is satisfying, but it does little to dull the frustration simmering inside me.She doesn’t understand. She fights me at every turn, refusing to see the lengths I’ve gone to for her. Does she think it’s easy to keep her safe? To shield her from enemies she doe

Luca’s POVThe moment Emma fell asleep on the couch, her exhaustion palpable, I stood in the shadows of the penthouse, watching her. She had been mesmerizing tonight, drawing every eye in the room, silencing whispers with her mere presence. She didn’t realize it, but she commanded power in her own way. She just didn’t know how to wield it.Yet.I poured myself another drink and glanced at my phone. The night's success had already reached the ears of people who mattered. The gala wasn’t just a spectacle—it was a calculated display. Every deal, every hand shaken, every whispered promise in the corner would ripple through the underworld for weeks. My enemies would see the wealth, the power, the control, and they would think twice before crossing me.But this wasn’t enough. Not yet.The next morning, the city skyline stretched before me like a canvas I owned. My private jet was fueled and waiting at the airstrip, and I intended to remind Emma just how vast my empire was. She thought she u

Emma’s POVThe villa was too much. Everything about this place was an excessive display of Luca’s wealth and power. From the gilded chandeliers to the fleet of staff that seemed to anticipate my every move, it screamed of a life I had no idea how to navigate.I stood on the balcony, the salty breeze brushing against my skin as the waves crashed below. The sun was setting, painting the horizon in hues of gold and crimson, and while it was undeniably beautiful, it felt like a cage. A gilded prison where Luca held the key.His words from the vault replayed in my head. This is what power looks like. He had said it with such conviction, like he was doing me a favor by dragging me into his world of excess and control.I gripped the railing tighter, my knuckles turning white. “I don’t belong here,” I whispered to the sea.“Then where do you belong?”His voice startled me. I turned to find Luca leaning casually against the doorframe, a glass of wine in his hand, watching me with that infuriat

Luca’s POVThe chandelier above sparkled with the kind of brilliance only a fortune could buy. The gala was a testament to power—a stage where wealth dripped from every corner, and alliances were forged with a single handshake. The air was heavy with the scent of success, mingling with the soft hum of classical music and the laughter of the elite.I stood in the center of it all, surrounded by men whose bank accounts rivaled the GDPs of small nations, but they were nothing compared to me. These people understood power, but they didn’t own it. That was the difference.As I shook hands and traded measured pleasantries, my eyes wandered to Emma. She stood near the edge of the room, looking as though she wanted to disappear. She was radiant in the gown I had chosen for her, the diamonds around her neck a clear declaration of what she represented—what she belonged to.A powerful surge of satisfaction coursed through me. She hated this life, but she wore it as if she had been born for it. E

Luca’s POVI sat in my office, the penthouse’s lights flickering outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city sprawling beneath me like an empire I controlled with a single phone call. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars, and the whiskey in my glass swirled, catching the soft light from the crystal decanter. I didn’t care for the taste—whiskey was something I’d never had a particular fondness for—but I enjoyed the act of pouring it, the ritual of it. The feeling of power. The feeling of dominance.But tonight was different. Emma’s face haunted my mind. That sharp defiance in her eyes, the bitterness in her voice—she didn’t realize what I was doing for her. She didn’t understand that everything I did, every decision I made, was for us. For her. I’d given her this life, this mansion, this luxury, yet she seemed to only see it as a gilded cage. I’d seen the way her gaze flickered to that bracelet I had gifted her—the one that marked her as mine. She had shoved it in th