All Chapters of Shattered Vows: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The morning air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of rain from the night before. Isla sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers tightening around the fabric of her dress. Her mind was a storm of emotions—anger, frustration, and a deep, aching sadness that refused to fade no matter how much she tried to push it away.Killian had left her with no choice. His threats loomed over her like a dark cloud, a reminder that her freedom was nothing more than an illusion. She had tried to break away, to sever the toxic bond between them, but he had pulled her back with ruthless efficiency.Her eyes flickered to the envelope on her nightstand—the legal documents that outlined the consequences of breaching their agreement. It wasn’t just about money. Killian had the power to strip her of everything, to bury her under the weight of his influence.A sharp knock at the door jolted her from her thoughts."Isla," a familiar deep voice called from the other side. "Open the door."She swallowed hard, her

The days following Isla’s confrontation with Killian felt like walking through a battlefield where neither side was willing to surrender. She had made it clear—she would not be controlled, not by his power, not by his threats, and certainly not by the unspoken emotions simmering between them. But Killian? He was a man who never lost. And now, he seemed determined to prove to her just how inescapable his world was.Isla sat in the Blackwood estate’s vast library, the scent of aged books surrounding her as she pretended to focus on a novel she had picked up. But the words blurred together. She was restless, her mind an unrelenting storm of thoughts.Killian hadn’t spoken to her since their last argument. Instead, he resorted to silent dominance, making sure his presence loomed over her every moment. If she entered a room, he was there, watching. If she left the house, his security detail followed. She was caged in luxury, but a cage was still a cage."Staring at the same page for fiftee

The atmosphere in the Blackwood estate was suffocating, thick with an unspoken tension that wrapped around Isla like a steel chain. The grand chandeliers cast a golden glow over the marble floors, but the beauty of the place only heightened the dread in her chest. She had tried to leave, she had fought for her freedom, but Killian had shut down every escape route. And now, she was trapped.Killian stood across the lavish sitting room, his hands in his pockets, exuding his usual cold confidence. But there was a glint in his eyes—a possessiveness that made Isla’s stomach twist."You're making this harder than it needs to be," Killian finally said, his voice calm but edged with warning.Isla’s fingers curled into fists at her sides. "Harder? You’re the one keeping me here like a prisoner! I have every right to walk away."A slow smirk lifted one corner of his mouth. "Not when you're carrying my child."Her breath hitched. That was always his trump card, wasn’t it? The reminder that she w

The penthouse was quiet, the weight of unspoken words pressing against the walls like a silent storm waiting to break. Isla stood near the massive glass windows, her arms wrapped around herself as she gazed at the glowing city beneath her. The view had once mesmerized her, but now it only felt like a gilded cage, trapping her in a world she no longer wanted to be a part of.She had made up her mind. She was going to leave.The click of expensive Italian leather shoes against the marble floor sent a shiver down her spine. She didn’t turn around, already knowing who it was. Killian Blackwood had a presence that demanded attention, even in silence.“You’re still here.” His voice was deep, carrying the weight of something unreadable.Isla’s fingers curled into fists. She exhaled slowly, steadying herself before she turned to face him. He stood in the dim light, his tailored suit pristine as always, his cold gray eyes studying her with an intensity that made her pulse quicken despite herse

Isla stood at the departure gate, her heart pounding as the announcement for her flight echoed through the terminal. Her fingers tightened around the handle of her suitcase as she took a deep breath. This was it. She was finally breaking free.A part of her had foolishly believed he wouldn’t come. That he would let her go, let her slip away into the unknown. But as she turned toward the exit, her stomach dropped.Killian Blackwood stood at the entrance of the terminal, his tall, imposing figure radiating authority. His jaw was clenched, his dark eyes locked onto her like a predator who had finally found his prey. The sight of him sent a shiver down her spine.People moved around him, yet he remained still, his presence dominating the space as if time itself had paused for him. The moment their eyes met, Isla knew—he wasn’t here to say goodbye.He was here to take her back.She forced herself to move, to keep walking toward the gate, but she had barely taken three steps before a hand c