A Vow of Deception, A Vow of Revenge novel Chapter 107

Elvis managed a gentle smile, his tone soft and reassuring. "This isn't your fault. If anyone's to blame, it's me—for not making things clear from the start."

He'd assumed that, since she knew about the engagement between the two families, she also knew that he was her intended fiancé. It had never crossed his mind that she'd mistaken someone else for him.

But honestly, none of that mattered anymore. She knew the truth now, and that was all that counted.

What mattered now was Jonah.

Elvis remembered the teaser poster Jonah had released for his art exhibit. His gaze darkened ever so slightly.

He'd actually seen that poster online while he was still abroad.

Thinking back to the way Jonah had looked earlier…

So Jonah had feelings for Winona?

When did that start?

A thousand questions spun through his mind, but Elvis kept his expression impassive. No matter what, he didn't want Winona worrying about the rift between him and his brother.

"It's getting late. Let me take you home."

Winona didn't protest. She just nodded quietly.

The car pulled up in front of the Thorne family's estate. Before stepping out, Winona turned to look at him.

"Mr. Rogers… that movie… Even though the premiere's already passed, would you go see it with me anyway?"

Elvis's hand paused on the steering wheel, almost imperceptibly. When he turned to her, his eyes were impossibly gentle.

"Of course."

He waited until she was safely inside before telling the driver to go.

Just then, his phone vibrated with a message from Jonah on WhatsApp.

"If this is about Miss Thorne, don't bother." Elvis's gaze turned icy.

Jonah let out a shaky, bitter laugh, staggering to his feet. "You always see right through me, don't you?"

He looked down at the painting, then back up—eyes rimmed with red, voice desperate. "Elvis, I'm begging you… Call off the engagement."

"That's not going to happen."

Jonah nearly collapsed onto the edge of the coffee table, the stench of alcohol heavy on his breath, his voice scraping out of his throat. "Why not? It's just a business deal. The Rogers family doesn't need this marriage to survive! The engagement hasn't even been announced yet—if you talk to Mr. Thorne, he'll understand!"

Elvis watched Jonah's trembling hands, the knuckles white with strain. Right now, Jonah looked like a drowning man clinging to a lifeboat in a storm.

When he didn't answer, Jonah's voice rose, almost frantic. "Elvis! Say something!"

"This isn't just a business arrangement," Elvis replied, calm and unyielding.

Jonah's eyes widened in shock, his entire body recoiling as if struck. He stumbled backwards, his voice a broken whisper. "So… you love her too?"