All Chapters of SHATTERED VOWS : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The steady hum of the plane had faded into the background as I watched her sleep. She looked so peaceful, her chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. The faint sound of her soft snores was oddly comforting, a sound I could listen to all day. Occasionally, she’d mumble something unintelligible, or a faint smile would tug at her lips. I wondered what she was dreaming about. Paris, maybe?I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. How had I known her for such a short time, yet it felt like she had already occupied some corner of my soul? It was unnerving, this pull she had on me. It wasn’t just attraction, it was something deeper, something that left me feeling vulnerable in ways I hadn’t felt in years. Vulnerable... and terrified.The truth was, she could hurt me. And I knew that if she did, it would cut deeper than anything I’d ever felt before. I was trying so damn hard to fight it, to keep my feelings in check, but it was a losing battle. The more I tried to suppress it, the stronge

The ride to the restaurant is thick with tension, the silence stretching between us like an unspoken conversation neither of us dared to start. I could feel Jake stealing glances at me from the corner of his eye, but I keep my gaze firm out the window, pretending not to notice. The streets of Paris, aglow with warm golden lights and bustling with life, were a welcome distraction.But his words, "I’m not sorry," play in a loop in my head, each repetition stirring something I wasn’t ready to name. That moment between us back at the bar had undeniably been intense. My skin still tingled at the memory of his gaze, burning through every defense I had put up. I couldn’t lie to myself; I felt something when he looked at me. Something deep, raw, and terrifying.I couldn’t let that in. This wasn’t about feelings or connections. Jake and I had a plan, a calculated, mutual agreement for revenge. Anything else would sabotage everything, and I refuse to let that happen."We’re here," the driver an

JAKE'S POVThe car pulls up; I tell the driver to close the partition ensuring we have some privacy. Racheal slides into the seat, and I follow, closing the door behind us. As soon as the door shut, I pull her close, my hand curling around the back of her neck. Her hair comes loose as I free it, tumbling down around her shoulders, soft and wild. She looks at me, and her eyes meet mine. I claim her mouth at that fleeting moment, capturing those soft lips against mine. She tasted better than I had ever imagined.Rachael leans into me, her hands gripping my back, pulling me close until there is no space between us. The scent of her blend of jasmine and vanilla fills my senses. My lips find their way to the curve of her neck, and she tilts her head, giving me access. Her breath comes faster as I continue.“Jake,” she whispers, letting out a small mournful voice, both a plea and surrender.“Rachael,” I whisper back against her skin, pausing for a second to look at her. “Are you sure about

My first time with Racheal had gone exactly as I had imagined, better even. As the water trickled down my skin, washing away the sweat that had built up, my mind kept replaying every moment with Racheal, her touch, her voice, and how she felt against me. Even as much as I tried to focus on washing away the evidence of what had just happened, I couldn’t escape her lingering scent on me. It was intoxicating like she’d branded herself into my very being.I turn off the shower and step out into the steamy bathroom, wrapping a towel around my waist. I walk back into the room, only to find Rachael asleep, her body sprawling on top of the sheets, completely uncovered.God help me. She looked like an angel—bare, captivating, and utterly irresistible. My eyes trace every curve of her body, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes deeply in her sleep. My thoughts turn traitorous, imagining how good it would feel to climb back into the bed and press my lips to every inch of her body. To lo

Thomas pulled up to the hotel later that evening. The warm lights of the suite greet me as I step inside, the exhaustion of the day clinging to me like a heavy coat. I had seen so much of Paris, shopped a little too much, and indulged in every café that caught my eye. By the time Thomas dropped me off, all I wanted was to shower and go to bed. But as the elevator doors open to reveal Jake sitting on the balcony, a glass of whiskey in hand, my plans for a quiet night seemed less certain.He looked unbothered, relaxed, like he had a successful day. When he heard the door, his head turned briefly in my direction, his gaze lingering for a moment before he resumed sipping his drink. No greeting. No acknowledgment.I freeze for a second, unsure whether to ignore him completely or confront him about this morning’s cold shoulder. But two could play that game if he wanted to act like nothing had happened.“Did you have a good day?” His voice cut through the silence, casual yet probing. He didn