All Chapters of A Vow Of Reluctance : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Alonso's pov “Alejandro, ponte los zapatos,” I say, glancing at the clock. (“You’re going to be late for school.”) He swings his feet from his seat at the breakfast table, making no move to obey. Instead, he pushes eggs around on his plate, sighing dramatically. “I don't want to go today.” he mutters. My brows lift. “Y eso por qué?” (And why is that?) He shrugs, playing with the hem of his shirt. “Solo no tengo ganas.” (I just don’t feel like it.) “Alejandro,” my mother says gently from across the table, folding her napkin neatly. “Te encanta la escuela.” (You love school.) He pouts. “Not today.” I set down my coffee cup and level him with a look. “La escuela no es opcional.” (School isn’t optional.) "Si yo tengo que trabajar, tú tienes que ir a clase." (“If I have to work, you have to go to class.”) He sighs again long and exaggerated, like a child shouldering the world’s greatest burden. “Bueno.” (Fine.) Ana, his nanny, appears at the doorway with his backpack

Alonso's pov"Alonso!”“ Carlos’s voice broke through my thoughts as he entered my office, his presence a welcome distraction. "I’ve been thinking about Vincent’s proposal."Carlos had been my confidant for years. He knew my thoughts about marriage and how I had no interest in entering into a commitment, especially a forced one. But even Carlos could see the importance of having a stable home for Alejandro."Have you made a decision yet?" Carlos asked, leaning back in the chair across from me."Not yet," I replied, rubbing my temple. "I’m still considering it. But to be honest, I’m not looking for a wife. I need a mother figure for Alejandro. That’s the only reason I’m even entertaining this proposal.""You’ve been pacing for the last ten minutes, Alonso. Just make a decision."Carlos’s voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me from the relentless loop I’d been stuck in all morning. I exhaled, forcing myself to stop in front of my desk."I can’t rush this," I muttered, rubbing my temp

Skyla's povThe car pulled up to a towering building in the heart of Barcelona. The sleek, modern structure rose high above the bustling city, its gleaming glass windows reflecting the afternoon sun. The name Ignacio Enterprises was displayed in gleaming silver letters above the entrance, a symbol of power and wealth that seemed to mock my every hesitation.The driver, a man in a dark suit, stepped out and opened my door with practiced precision. "This way, Miss Parker," he said, his tone clipped and impersonal.I hesitated for a brief second, my mind screaming for a way out, but then I forced myself to move. I couldn't back out now. My life had already been set on a path I never wanted to walk, and stepping into the unknown felt like my only option.The lobby was as intimidating as the building’s exterior, all marble floors and soaring ceilings that made the space feel even colder. Employees in sleek business attire moved with purpose, their expressions unreadable, their focus unwave

Skyla's pov The reception is a whirlwind of lights, laughter, and faces I barely recognize. Crystal chandeliers hang from the vaulted ceiling, casting a golden glow over the ballroom. Everywhere I look, there are glittering gowns and tailored suits ,people sipping champagne and toasting to a union they know nothing about. I sit beside Alonso at the head table, my hands folded neatly in my lap, pretending to be the perfect bride. The weight of his presence is impossible to ignore. He’s close enough that his arm brushes against mine when he moves, but he hasn’t said a word to me since the ceremony. The knot in my stomach tightens. I can still feel the ghost of his lips on my cheek ,a kiss that was nothing more than a formality. A reminder that this marriage, like everything else in Alonso Ignacio’s world, is a transaction. “You haven’t touched your wine,” his voice cuts through my thoughts smooth, low, but distant. I glance at the untouched glass in front of me, the deep red

Skyla's povThe sound of laughter pulls me from sleep. Soft, sweet, and full of life nothing like the cold silence that wrapped around me last night. For a moment, I forget where I am. The silk sheets beneath my fingertips, the faint scent of salt drifting through the open balcony doors ,it all feels too foreign.And then it hits me.I’m married. To a man who barely looks at me. In a house that doesn’t feel like mine.The ache I buried last night pushes to the surface, but the sound of another giggle breaks through it. I slip out of bed, wrapping a robe around myself as I follow the noise.The hallway is quiet, sunlight spilling in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting golden streaks along the polished wood. The house feels too big, too still, like it was never meant to hold real warmth. But as I draw closer to the grand staircase, the soft sound of tiny footsteps fills the air.At the bottom of the stairs, Alejandro stands with Ana, his small face lit with joy as he spins in