A Vow Of Ruin Novels & Stories

It was as if I had simply evaporated from the face of the earth. "This is impossible!" Alaric slammed his fist on the table, shattering a crystal goblet. "How can a living person just vanish into thin air?" Then, Alaric remembered my seemingly casual question on our anniversary night, and the vow he had made in his prince's blood: if he ever betrayed me, may he search for an eternity and never find me. He never imagined the vow would become a self-fulfilling curse, the cruelest torment of his long life.

Hundreds of eyes turned to me. My throat felt dry, but my voice did not shake. I knew what The Golden Vow meant. Six hundred years of law: Marry who you are assigned. Merge empires. Love is weakness. Break the vow, and you lose everything. If I refused, my family would be ruined. My sick mother would lose her care. The company would collapse. And Kiel… Kiel would destroy everything I loved just to prove a point. But I would not tremble. I would not beg.

"Why do you get to be this happy? You destroyed everything I had. You destroyed the Sterling family. What gives you the right to live like this?" "Destroyed you?" I looked at the man who was still refusing to wake up from his delusions and almost laughed. "Wyatt, from beginning to the end, the only person who destroyed you… was yourself. "It was your arrogance, your selfishness and your stupidity that ruined everything you had. "As for why I get to live this happily…" I turned my head and looked at Joseph. His eyes were filled with nothing but warmth as he looked at me. I smiled back at him, then turned to Wyatt again, speaking clearly. "Because I chose the right person."

“He tried to contain it. Quietly. Strategically. That didn’t save her either.” The honesty sat heavily between us. There was no heroic version of the past, only two different failures dressed as care. “I keep thinking about how easy it is to become a story here,” I said. “Not a person. Just a caution other students repeat.” Theo’s hand flexed against his knee. “I won’t let that happen to you.” “You may not get a vote.” He turned toward me then, eyes hot with something between fear and devotion. “Then I’ll burn through every room that tries to make one.”

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

No crown. No surviving oath. Only ash. Salvatore stepped forward. “Our family used promises to bind people,” he said. “Perhaps we should make one that sets them free.” Alessia looked at those gathered around the grave. “No child born into this family will inherit our enemies.” Gabriel continued, “No child will owe loyalty because of their blood.” Isabella added, “No secret will be called protection.” Enzo raised his glass. “No arranged marriages.” Dante looked towards Alessia. “Ours worked.”

They were marching straight toward the elite world that had spawned them, armed with secrets, lies, and a shared hunger for vengeance. When they finally broke apart, breathless and flush with adrenaline, Theodore reached over and grabbed his discarded coffee mug, raising it in a silent toast toward the dark window overlooking the rain-soaked streets. "To the Bellweather family," Theodore said, his eyes glittering with cold promise. "May their charity be exceedingly generous." Adrian picked up his own glass, clinking it against Theodore’s with a sharp, echoing ring that cut through the silence of the loft. "And may they never see us coming."

Droplets of crimson pattered the parched soil in thick, viscous spatters as I visibly strained to remain in control of my precarious grasp on sanity. "You arrogant, deluded fool...can you truly not sense the shifting winds that presage our ultimate downfall?" I grated out in a low rasp laced with the most faint desperation. "Our way of life, everything we've sworn blood oaths to protect...it will all crumble under the sledgehammer of Ivory's vengeance if we do not cut this metastatic malignancy out with impunity!"

My heart is destroyed; I shall reap destruction. It does not take very long for her to appear, now let us think about this, I am not allowed to drink from another woman. Shall I uphold this promise? I do not see why when the very woman that made me promised the very thing, his laid ruins to every single bond that we held.

I nodded in affirmation and he motioned for me to rise. "Say this after me" "This day, I swear." The Guardian voice boomed. "This day, I swear." I intoned. "To stay together, through thick or thin." "To stay together through thick or thin." "Though fire may rage and burn, our bond will never be destroyed." "Though fire may rage and burn, our bond will never be destroyed." "If our bond be broken, let this be the end of all worlds, destruction of all that breathes. Let this bond stand the test of time!!!"