All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Broken Oath: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

The room was dark, illuminated only by the soft glow of the full moon streaming through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows into the penthouse. The distant hum of the bustling city and night traffic below seemed a world away, a stark contrast to the silence between them. Elena’s breath hitched as she felt the heat of his body pressed against hers. The sharp scent of whiskey and power surrounding her like an intoxicating invisible cage. “You’re trembling, cookie.” Adrian murmured, his voice low and smooth, each words that left his mouth where laced with an unspoken challenge to them. His lips brushed silently against her earlobe, the touch sent an intense shiver down her spine settling in her groin. Her back was pinned against the cold surface of the wall as she raised her hand to his chest, her fingers curling into the smooth fabric of his perfectly tailored suit. The steady heartbeat of his heart was maddeningly calm against her touch, a dangerous reminder of how unaffected he was.

The wedding seemed more like a business meeting than a ceremony to Elena. Elena stood at the entrance of the grand cathedral, waiting for it to open up, leading her straight to the altar where her so-called-groom stood. Her hands clutching onto the bouquet so tightly her knuckles might have appeared pale. The weight of the lace gown felt suffocating but not as suffocating as what she was about to enter. Soft music could be heard playing inside, as the grand door opened up. She was immediately bombarded with flashes of camera from the press. Guests filled the church murmuring behind their mask of polite smiles. Every single one of them was someone of importance. CEO’s, politicians, socialistes. People who clearly seem to matter to the Adrian Cross empire. To them, she wasn’t a bride, she was a spectacle. There she stood at the entrance trying to regain consciousness and get this whole thing over with. There was nothing she could do at this point, she knew even if she tried to run,

Elena freshened up, picking a pink sundress from her closet. She threw her big curly black hair into a slick back bun and applied light makeup. To say she was beautiful was an understatement. She decided to walk around the penthouse and get familiar with her new surrounding as she was tired of staying inside all morning. Walking out the room, she noticed that no personal picture hung on the wall, all were framed artworks by famous artists. There was no family portrait, not even of Adrian. She found it weird as her mind raced to all the possible reasons why that could be. ‘Maybe he wasn’t loved at home growing up’ she thought to herself. Explains a lot about his cold arrogant attitude. She passed by a plain black door at the end of the hallway. Compared to the grand designs on all the doors she had seen so far, this one was plain black and sealed off by a heavy padlock with a ‘keep out’ sign. Curiosity surged through her veins as she wondered what could be hidden behind the door.“