Betrayed By Vows Driven By Love Novels & Stories

“So you're fine with the world thinking I was a mistress to a sugar daddy? You're fine with my child growing up being called an illegitimate child?” “Please, Amy. Don’t get so worked up,” Sam begged. “You’re the one I love most. I will marry you. Just be patient. Once the scandal blows over, I’ll tell everyone the child is mine—not some illegitimate kid.” He looked at me with pleading eyes, but I just stood there rigidly, my gaze fixed on the man I once trusted with my whole heart. His gaze dropped to Lily in his arms, eyes filled with affection and concern. As they walked away, side by side, I couldn’t breathe from the pain. I touched my belly, tears pouring down my face.

He angrily asked for Katherine to look at his fiancé's picture. “Let her know everything about me and you, I’m sure you never told her what you did to the girl that love you,” she said for Steven to chuckle. “She won't believe you,” He said for Katherine to smile. “She must be a lover girl then and that’s exciting to me because I know how bad they can be when their trust has been betrayed,” she said for Steven to push Katherine to the wall pressing her neck while she struggled to breathe.

To him, trust was a tool to be exploited, and loyalty was a mere illusion. Jasmine, with her unsuspecting nature and unwavering affection, had unknowingly fallen victim to Aiden's web of deceit. Her love for him was like kindling to his malevolence, fueling his ego and solidifying his grip on her fragile heart. He used her affection to further his own agenda, weaving a complex tapestry of lies and false promises.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. “The baby’s fine. You’re both fine. Don’t worry.” Vivian raised her tear-streaked face to look at him. Her voice trembled. “Damien, I know I’ve only been able to stay by your side because of this baby. But the truth is… I’ve always loved you. That’s why I agreed to marry you. And when you were poisoned, I didn’t hesitate to become the antidote.” She gripped his hands tightly. “Damien, can’t you accept me?” Damien pulled his hands free, gently pushing her back. He couldn’t bring himself to scold her, but his face darkened.

My body aches, the bond with my mate slowly breaking, every second an aching reminder in the form of physical pain like the universe itself holds me responsible for my husband’s betrayal. I try to hold myself back from crying. I try to tell myself that I am stronger than this. That I am a Luna. But when reality comes crashing down on me, it crushes my spirit as well. Squeezes my heart to the point of bleeding, leaving me breathless.

They went towards him and In one fluid motion, they slammed his legs out from under him, forcing him down on both knees before me. “What—what the hell are you doing?! You swore your loyalty to me!” Vincent cried out, thrashing. One of the men leaned close, his voice like gravel. “Our loyalty was to power. You lost yours the second he walked through that door.” I stepped closer, my hand brushing Serena’s as I did. She gripped it, fiercely. “This is what betrayal tastes like,” I said to him. “It’s bitter. Isn’t it?” “You can’t do this! You’re nothing but a—”

A deeper struggle within him, a struggle between the haunted man underneath and the hardened enforcer he presented to the world, was suggested by this infrequent instance of genuine concern from him and the unusual tenderness in his gaze. Vlad said, "Trust is a luxury, Violetta," in a low, nearly whispery voice that was infused with a terrifying authority. "It is a weapon in this world. It is betrayed after being given. frequently by people who are closest to you. those you have the strongest faith in." His remarks echoed the harsh lessons he had learned about loyalty and treachery from his own past. He was talking not only to her but also to his own suppressed suffering and resentful past.

The woman I had loved for so many years had deceived me and given birth to another man's child, yet she kept demanding me not to overreact. "We're done. The wedding is off," I stated icily. With a loud crash, Rhiannon smashed the teacup in front of her. The shards flew up and cut my forehead. She screamed, "Why can't you try to understand me? I don't want to owe Lionel anything. He saved my life. I have to repay him somehow!" Blood trickled down my forehead. However, I didn't feel any pain from it. The unbearable ache in my heart was way more pronounced compared to my physical pain.

“That is optional, what is more important to me is a man who is loyal and only has room for one woman in his life.” “Is that so?” he said, amused. “Yeah” I said, lamely. What was he playing at? “You think Ace is going to be loyal while he is gone for a month at a time?” “Yes. Why wouldn’t he be?” “Will you?” he said, avoiding my question. “What the hell Gabriel?” I said defensively. “You don’t love him Harper” he said, simply, “You’ll get bored of him and you will hate yourself for it.” “I’m going to bed, goodnight” I said angrily.

“After everything. Don’t.” She looked at the floor briefly, blinking hard. “I was rooting for all of you. I saw what was building between you before any of you admitted it. I kept your secrets. I protected what you had.” Her breath hitched. “And I was foolish enough to believe that meant something.” She straightened. When she raised her eyes again, something had settled in them. Something resolved and cold and final. “For this betrayal,” she said, her voice quiet now, which made it worse, “I, Tina Voss, curse the four of you. May you never find the happiness you’re chasing. May this love story end with you and no further.”