All Chapters of Broken Vows, New Promises: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 42Aurora’s POVThe quiet hum of Damien’s estate felt heavier than usual. After everything that had happened with Adrian, my body was still sore, my mind trapped in the chaos of that night. I hadn’t spoken much since Damien had brought me back here. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Adrian’s twisted smirk, felt his rough hands, the tearing of my dress—I shuddered, shaking the thoughts away.I needed fresh air.Sliding out of bed, I wrapped a blanket around my shoulders and made my way down the dimly lit hall. The house was eerily silent, the only sound my soft footsteps against the polished wood floors. As I passed the study, I heard voices. One was Damien’s, firm and unwavering. The other was a woman’s—elegant and filled with wisdom.Curious, I edged closer.“You need to let her go, Damien,” the woman said, her voice gentle but firm.A pause. Then Damien’s voice, sharp with resistance. “You’re asking me to send her away?”“I’m asking you to do what’s best for her.”I sucked

Aurora’s POVI stood frozen outside Damien’s study, my breath caught in my throat. My fingers curled around the doorframe as I strained to hear the conversation inside."Prepare a safe house," Damien’s voice was low but firm, laced with finality. "A new country, if necessary. Somewhere far from here."I felt my stomach plummet.A sharp inhale followed—Victoria’s voice, quiet but resolute. "Are you sure this is what’s best for her? Sending her away might not protect her—it might only make her feel abandoned."There was a pause, and then Damien’s voice, tight with restraint. "If she stays, she’ll never be safe. Adrian’s men are regrouping, and there are others watching. They see her as a weakness." A beat of silence. "And I don’t trust myself to keep her out of harm’s way."I pressed a hand to my chest, my heart hammering against my ribs. Was this his way of letting me go? After everything—after his possessiveness, his refusal to give me space—now he was deciding to send me away?I turn

Aurora’s POVThe mansion felt eerily silent despite the heightened security. I could feel the tension in the air, a thick and suffocating presence that settled deep in my chest. The men stationed around the property moved with rigid precision, their hands always hovering near their weapons, their eyes scanning every shadow.I sat near the large window in Damien’s bedroom, staring out at the darkened grounds. The moonlight bathed everything in a cold glow, making the trees sway like ghostly figures. I pulled Damien’s jacket tighter around me, his scent a mix of cedarwood and something uniquely him. It grounded me, but it didn’t erase the fear curling in my gut.Damien had barely left my side since the conversation in his study. He had made his choice—I was staying. But that didn’t mean we were safe.A soft knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. Victoria stepped inside, her sharp eyes studying me."You look exhausted," she said, her voice softer than usual.I managed a weak smile

Aurora’s POVThe weight of exhaustion clung to me as I sat curled up on the plush chair in Damien’s study. The fire crackled softly, casting flickering shadows across the room. My mind was in turmoil, my heart split between the fear of the past and the uncertainty of the future.Damien stood across from me, his broad shoulders tense as he poured himself a glass of whiskey. He hadn’t said much since we’d returned to the estate, but I could feel the storm brewing inside him. The silence between us stretched thin, suffocating.“Are you going to tell me what’s on your mind, or do I have to guess?” I finally asked, my voice quieter than I intended.He exhaled sharply, swirling the amber liquid in his glass before taking a slow sip. “I should’ve killed Adrian when I had the chance.”A shiver ran through me. The mere mention of Adrian’s name made my stomach twist with uneas

Aurora’s POVThe silence before a battle is the worst kind. It’s thick, suffocating, filled with the weight of unspoken fears and unfulfilled promises. The sun barely peeked over the horizon when I woke, its dull light casting eerie shadows across Damien’s bedroom. He was gone.Panic surged through me as I sat up. My heart pounded, my pulse erratic. The events of the past few days came crashing down on me—Adrian’s looming threat, Damien’s cold resolve, and my own helplessness trapped between them.I forced myself to breathe, to shake off the lingering dread clinging to my skin. My bare feet touched the cold floor, grounding me as I moved toward the window. Outside, Damien’s men were positioned at every entrance, their hands resting on their weapons. Tension lingered in the air like an oncoming storm.A soft knock pulled me from my thoughts. I turned as the door creaked open, revealing Victoria. He