All Chapters of The billionaire's secret vows : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sophia’s footsteps echoed through the marbled halls of Blackwood Manor as she followed a somber butler toward the drawing room. The sheer size and grandeur of the mansion were overwhelming, with its towering ceilings, gilded chandeliers, and walls adorned with priceless artwork. Everything about this place screamed wealth and power, a sharp contrast to the simplicity of her life at home.Her hands trembled as she clutched her purse tightly. She’d agreed to this meeting out of duty, but she couldn’t shake the unease that settled in her chest. Who was Adrian Blackwood, really? And why would a man like him—a billionaire—want a stranger like her as his wife?“This way, Miss Bennett,” the butler said, his voice polite but distant.Sophia nodded, forcing herself to take a steadying breath. The door to the drawing room creaked open, revealing a spacious room bathed in soft, golden light. A grand piano sat in one corner, its polished surface gleaming. The air was thick with the faint scent of

The day arrived far too quickly.Sophia stood before the gilded mirror in the Blackwood Manor bridal suite, staring at the woman reflected back at her. Her wedding gown was exquisite, custom-designed in white satin with delicate lace sleeves that trailed down to her wrists. It fit her perfectly, a creation that made her look like a princess—but inside, she felt more like a prisoner.Her fingers trembled as she adjusted the diamond necklace Adrian had sent that morning. It was dazzling, no doubt worth more than her family’s crumbling estate, but its weight around her neck felt suffocating.“Stop fidgeting,” whispered Fiona, one of Adrian’s hired stylists, as she pinned the last of Sophia’s hair into an elegant updo. “You look stunning, dear. Mr. Blackwood will be very pleased.”Sophia managed a faint smile, though the words offered little comfort. The last few days had been a whirlwind of fittings, rehearsals, and meetings with Adrian’s staff, all meticulously orchestrated to ensure th

Sophia spent the next few days trying to adjust to her new role as Mrs. Blackwood. Adrian’s words from the library echoed in her mind: “Because you’re different.” The phrase unsettled her, not because it was untrue, but because she couldn’t decipher whether it was meant as a compliment or a warning. The charity gala loomed on the horizon, and with it, the growing pressure to present herself as Adrian’s perfect partner. Every decision he made seemed calculated, every word he said layered with meaning.Despite her outward defiance, Sophia couldn’t deny that part of her was intrigued by Adrian’s layers. She had seen glimpses of vulnerability in him, brief moments where the mask slipped. But those moments were fleeting, replaced by his usual air of authority and control.---That morning, Sophia wandered the manor, exploring its many rooms and corridors. She had hoped to find a place that felt like her own, somewhere she could breathe without feeling the weight of Blackwood Manor pressing

The soft hum of rain against the windows set the tone for another overcast morning at Blackwood Manor. Sophia stood in front of her vanity, gazing into the mirror but seeing far beyond her reflection. Her conversation with Adrian lingered in her mind, raising more questions than it had answered. The man she had married was a labyrinth of contradictions, and she wasn’t sure she had the strength—or the desire—to navigate it.But one thing was certain: if she was to remain in this marriage, she needed clarity, not only about Adrian but about herself.The sound of a light knock on her door drew her attention. “Come in,” she called, smoothing the fabric of her robe.The door creaked open, revealing Mrs. Langley, the housekeeper. Her warm smile brought an odd sense of comfort. “Good morning, Mrs. Blackwood. I’ve come to let you know Mr. Blackwood has asked for you to join him in his study after breakfast.”Sophia raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “Did he say why?”Mrs. Langley shook

The morning arrived with an air of anticipation, though Sophia couldn’t pinpoint why. As she dressed for the day, a sense of unease settled over her. Something was shifting in the atmosphere of Blackwood Manor, though she couldn’t yet discern what it was.Adrian had been uncharacteristically quiet since their conversation in the conservatory. His vulnerability had taken her by surprise, but it also left her with questions. Could she trust him to follow through on his promises? And what would it mean for their marriage if he didn’t?After breakfast, she wandered into the library, hoping the familiar comfort of books and the crackling fireplace would help ease her thoughts. She was leafing through a historical romance when the sound of a throat clearing startled her.“Mrs. Blackwood?”Sophia turned to see Mr. Hawthorne, the manor’s stoic butler, standing in the doorway.“Yes, Mr. Hawthorne?”“Mr. Blackwood has requested your presence in the east wing. He mentioned it was urgent.”Sophia