Betrayed Vows Novel Novels & Stories

“Are you crazy? I’m the president of the Fuller Group! Whatever that woman paid you, I’ll pay double!” The guards merely snorted and ignored him. Seeing him in that sorry state, I crouched down so that we were eye to eye. “Why? “Why are you doing this to me?” I never understood. He was the one who begged to marry me, yet he was also the one who betrayed me. “I helped you when you were at your lowest. I never wronged you. So how dare you treat me like this?!” Matthew lifted his gaze. All I saw in his eyes was hatred.

“You can’t lie to yourself. We had a beautiful past. You remember it, don’t you?” Adrian grew silent for a moment; his face tightened. That past had existed, but it was buried under betrayal. “Leviana,” he finally said coldly, “that past died when you chose your own path. Don’t ever think I’ll go back.” Leviana gave a bitter smile; her eyes filled with tears. “Then… let me stay by your side as a friend. That’s all I ask.” “Friend?” Adrian snorted. “After everything you did? You think I can trust you again?”

“This has nothing to do with me, I swear! Sure, I was involved with Vivian, but you have no idea how wild that woman is. You can’t blame me! When she got pregnant, I even gave her two million to handle it. Who knew she’d keep scheming like this? She played both sides. I’m a victim too!” “You’re saying Vivian legally married me but kept sneaking off to sleep with you? Got herself pregnant and then tried to pin it on me?” Though Damien’s voice remained calm, Landon felt a suffocating weight crushing him. He swallowed hard and stammered, “I didn’t know she’d already married you! And I’m not the only guy, either. That woman’s had a reputation in our circles for years…” “B*stard!” Damien’s fury e

Before everything fell apart, loyalty had been simple. You loved. You trusted. You stayed. Elena Voss had built her life on those rules. And every single one of them had betrayed her. --- The city blurred past the window in streaks of rain and neon light as Adrian drove in silence. Elena sat beside him, unmoving, her fingers curled tightly around the edge of her coat. The gun rested cold and heavy in her lap, a constant reminder that her life had crossed into something irreversible.

"Since Anna had this, it proves she has betrayed the pack. She's no longer one of the pack and has become a spy for the vampires." The accusation really landed hard, but I forced myself to stand with my back straight. That was because I knew exactly what I had done, and I knew why that vial of poison was in my pocket. I also knew where the real antidote had gone. In the forest that day, the Vampire Lord, Victor, had caught me first. His icy, pale hand had choked me as he said, "Give your sister the poison. If you say one word about this or try to save her, I'll kill every pup in your pack."

My mind raced with conflicting emotions – anger, heartbreak, and a profound sense of betrayal. I hesitated, considering whether to make them aware of my presence, but a second thought held me back. Instead, I quietly left. Their moans echoed in my ears as I closed the door behind me. My mother had never supported my marriage to Maxwell. In defiance, I had severed ties with her. The sacrifices we make for love. I brushed away the tears streaming down my face, a mixture of heartache and regret. The possibility of Ava and Maxwell being involved wasn't a shock; it seemed like an ongoing betrayal behind my back. The weight of deception sank in, leaving me grappling with a sense of numbness.

Carter held Vivien gently, his heart aching at her distress. "You're lying. If you truly loved me, why didn't you believe me? I didn't do it. I didn't push Mom into the water," Vivien's sorrowful cries filled the air. "I was wrong. I'm sorry. I should never have doubted you!" Carter's voice was sincere as he admitted his error. Carter then turned to Benedict and ordered, "Burn those verification results!" "Yes, Sir," Benedict acknowledged before leaving with the document in hand. Witnessing this, Vivien felt a measure of relief wash over her.

“I woke up... inside of her. And yet, every part of me felt like it had betrayed something ancient. My body wanted her, but the dream made me feel cursed. Like I wasn’t even allowed to feel warm skin again.” “What was the vow?” Bukky asked. I repeated it, line for line, voice flat, eyes dark, I had mastered it: "By the blood that flows from the womb of betrayal, By the ashes of the women we buried unseen, I vow to the Order of the Crimson Shadow, To keep my heart from the touch of a woman. To drink no affection, nor taste the wine of desire. To build no home, plant no seed, For love is weakness, and weakness, death.

The once familiar streets blurred as her mind replayed their conversations, their laughter, and the moments of vulnerability they had shared. As she walked, she couldn't escape the sense of betrayal that gnawed at her. Her heart felt torn, shredded apart by the revelation that their love had started as a cruel game and ended on a bad notebook. There was no hope for them anymore, Xavier was her life now and there was no way out of it. Her soul felt heavy, burdened by the realization that she had allowed herself to be vulnerable, to open her heart to someone who had initially seen her as a mere pawn in a wager. Her trust had been shattered, leaving behind scars that she wasn't sure would ever