A Vow Of No Forgiveness นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I want to build something too. A future that’s not weighed down by pain.” He nodded. “Then let’s make a vow.” “A vow?” He turned to face me, eyes steady. “Right here. Right now. That we won’t let the past control our lives anymore. That we’ll forgive ourselves and each other. That we’ll move forward, not looking back.” My throat tightened. “Okay. I vow.” “To peace,” he said. “To peace,” I echoed. “To love.” “To love.” We sealed it with a kiss—soft, slow, and full of promises.

I lost the illusion that I could control the terms of my own suffering. And from that moment forward, my vow became real. Not to him. But to myself. I would never let this be my ending.

The question landed in the room like a stone dropped into still water. Everyone felt it. Even those who didn't know the full story felt its weight. The circle went completely silent. Morgan didn't answer immediately. He let the silence sit for a moment. Then he looked across the circle. He looked directly at me. Not a glance. Not a brief flicker. He looked at me fully and steadily. Like he wanted to make sure I was paying attention. Like he wanted to make sure I understood exactly who he was answering for. "No," Morgan said. His voice was clear. Steady. Every word even and deliberate. "I don't believe in forgiveness. I believe in what you owe. What you took. And what you're going to pay back

“You made it further than I bet.” I didn’t respond. She stepped closer, gaze flicking over the rules sheet still partially exposed on my desk. Her mouth curled. “Ah. The sacred list. Try not to mess up number four. People don’t forgive things like that around here.” I glanced at her. “Funny. I thought the whole point of forgetting was to start over.” Maya’s smile faltered for a second. Then she turned and walked off, heels clicking like they belonged to a countdown. I decided to wave off that reaction.

“Nico gets desperate, makes mistakes, reveals his true nature. Aleta sees him for what he really is.” “And if she doesn’t? If she chooses her brother over you when all is said and done?” My hands still on the folder’s edge. The possibility that Aleta might forgive Nico’s manipulation while condemning mine has haunted every quiet moment since I brought her here. Family loyalty runs deeper than romantic love, especially in our world where blood determines everything. “Then at least she’ll know the truth about who destroyed our future, and her brother will have learned a valuable lesson. You don’t fuck with Elio Castellano/”

I only catch fragments love, honor, duty. Things that mean nothing in a marriage like this. “Skyla Parker,” the officiant’s voice pulls me back to the present, “do you take Alonso Ignacio to be your lawfully wedded husband?” I swallow hard, the weight of the question heavier than I expected. This is it. The point of no return.

“I... haven’t realized that you’re going through a lot lately. And i know it’s hard for you. But if they’re real friends, they’d understand. You just have to give them a little more time to digest everything.” “I’m just scared that they might tell this to everyone. And I don’t want Kris to be scolded by his dad because of this shameful truth.” “Kace, it’s not shameful. And besides, Kris has always wanted to tell everyone about the truth. You’re just really stubborn and he’s too nice to let it go.” She sighed. “I just really hope they can forgive me somehow.” ***

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