Semua Bab SHATTERED VOWS ~ Falling for my Ex's Billionaire Enemy: Bab 91 - Bab 100

RACHAEL’S POVThe house was secure. Jake had made sure of that. Nothing could get past the main gate without setting off the alarm or alerting the security guards. He’d been gone for an hour now, and I was anxiously waiting to hear why he was called to William’s will reading—and if Jack and Karen had finally shown their faces.The tension gnawed at me. To distract myself, I stayed in the living room with Dean, trying to keep him occupied. He didn’t understand why all these strangers were here, walking around the house, checking windows and corners. When he asked, I kept it simple. "They’re here to keep us safe," I’d assured him. Thankfully, he didn’t press further.Still, the meds I’d been taking for my wound made me feel groggy. My eyelids were heavy, and no matter how hard I tried to fight it, I kept finding myself drifting in and out of sleep. I needed a nap but I didn’t want to leave Dean alone until Jake got back.One of the security guards approach me as I sit on the couch next

RACHAEL’S POVEvery time I close my eyes, I see Karen falling down the stairs. That moment replays in my head on an endless loop, tormenting me. Even though it was an accident, the guilt consumes me, and I can't shake the feeling that I should have done something—anything to prevent it.I turn my head toward the staircase and see Jake and Michael coming down. Their expressions are grim and determined. As they approach, I force myself to stand, “Did you see anything?”Jake nods, his face tightening. “Yes. Jack took Dean.”The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I spin on my heel to see for myself, but Jake grabs my hand, his grip firm yet gentle.“Rachael don’t watch it,” he says softly, his voice tinged with an unspoken plea.At the weight of his words, my legs give out beneath me, and I fall into his arms. Jake wraps me in a strong embrace, his warmth grounding me in a moment of utter chaos. We hold on to each other, sharing our grief and fear in silence.Michael rushes over to us

RACHAEL’S POVI start pacing back and forth in my room, my mind racing. Jack had just called and made his demands. “Come alone, to this address. Make sure you’re not followed; otherwise, you’ll never see your son again.” I had called Michael—no answer. Same with Jake. Hours had passed since any of them had updated me, which only meant they hadn’t found him. Or worse, they had, and something had gone terribly wrong.It was my turn now to step up, to save Dean.Unfortunately, walking out the front door isn’t an option. I have an ankle monitor on my leg and there are some officers downstairs. It is impossible for me to get out.Either way, I have no choice but to figure something out.I grab my laptop and search the address Jack had given me. The location is an abandoned industrial gas plant miles away from the city. I scour the internet for blueprints of the site and study every hallway, entry point, and every possible escape route.Next, I switch my laptop to incognito mode and search

RACHAEL’S POV"I love him. I'm in love with him."The words hang heavy in the air, silencing the room. I see Jake struggle to lift his head, summoning all his strength, but he can’t. Jack’s expression freezes, his smug demeanor faltering as if he hadn’t anticipated my confession. My heart pounds erratically. Truthfully, even I hadn’t expected those words to leave my mouth. I knew I cared for Jake, of course, but seeing him beaten, on the brink of death, stirred something deeper in me—something I couldn’t deny anymore.Jack, ever the sadist, recovers quickly and a wicked smirk spreads across his face. “Wait, Rachael, is this the first time you’ve said those words out loud?” He laughs mockingly, like it’s all some cruel joke.I refuse to engage with his games so i look away ignoring him completely.From the corner of my eye, I see him lift Jake’s head with the barrel of his gun, forcing him to face me. “What about you, Jake? Has she never told you she loves you before?”Jake groans in

RACHAEL’S POV“Rachael, your lawyer is here to see you,” an officer calls, her voice breaking through the heavy silence of the cell. I push myself off the thin mattress, my body heavy with exhaustion. I follow her down the dim corridor, and she leads me to a secluded room.Peter stands as I enter, his face a mix of concern and determination.“Rachael, it’s good to see you,” he says warmly, extending his hand. I shake it weakly.“You have ten minutes,” the officer mutters before stepping out and closing the door behind her.Peter sits across from me and leans forward. His hand brushes mine gently. “Are you okay?”I shake my head, my throat tight, and my eyes swollen from hours of crying. “I’m not okay, Peter. Jake might be dead.” My voice cracks.“They haven’t confirmed it’s him, Rachael,” he reassures me, his tone soft but firm. “I’ve asked. They still need to identify the body.”I nod, though his words bring little comfort.“Let’s talk about your case,” he shifts gears. “I’ve present