Betrayed Vows Novel Novels & Stories

The headline flashed on her screen: “Lucas Garrison to Wed Maddie Jekins in Lavish Ceremony." The accompanying article detailed the upcoming nuptials, mentioning the who's who of celebrities, business moguls, and politicians expected to attend. Olivia's eyes narrowed as she read the malicious spin on her past: "Sources claim Lucas's ex-wife terminated their pregnancy and abandoned him for another man, prompting Lucas to seek love once more with Maddie Jekins." The rage that had simmered beneath the surface erupted, transporting her back to the darkest moments of her past. The same fiery anger and sense of betrayal she had felt when Lucas's true nature was revealed coursed through her veins o

“Most people say their vows start their new life. Mine begins with a confession, a truth I never thought I’d speak loudly. I tightened my grip on his hand, feeling the subtle pulse beneath my thumb. “I must confess, I am eternally grateful for Juliana’s betrayal. I am thankful, truly, that she eloped with another man on what was supposed to be our wedding day.” A ripple went through the crowd, a few gasps. Tristan blinked, whispering, “Juliana…?” but he didn’t interrupt. “Because of Juliana’s betrayal,” I continued, my eyes locked on Tristan’s, seeing the confusion, then a flicker of understanding dawn within them, “I found something infinitely, undeniably better.”

Half-sitting as if to grab the fallen book, he swiftly placed the bug under the cupboard. The memories reeled in his mind and swelled hard. "Shit! Eve trusted you like an idiot, I trusted you like an idiot, but we were fooled by you, Zoey," he whispered to himself, a clear, painful betrayed feeling in his voice. "Eve, always scared of being alone, but you're the one who made her life terrified." A silent tear fell from his chin. "How can you do this to us? Eve cared for you as a sister, and she wants you to be happy, but you returned only pain to her. Why is there so much malice in you, Zoey?" He let out a deep breath and punched his knuckles on the table. "Without knowing all the shitty, fu

The meaning. The vow. Without hesitation, she took the needle and did the same. It stung. But she welcomed the pain; it made everything feel real. He offered her the pen. They signed together beneath a single clause: **No betrayal. No secrets. War or peace, we stand as one.** The words seemed to shimmer as the ink dried; part vow, part spell. Damien reached out and touched her cheek. "You didn’t have to do this”, She held his hand to her skin. "I did. Because if I lose you now... I lose myself”,

"Freya, if it weren't for Shawn, I might have died in that war. While absolute loyalty for a werewolf is enough for them to willingly give their life for the Alpha, there's no denying that he saved me. Before he died, Shawn entrusted Tracy to me. As I mentioned earlier, I thought love was something that would never enter my life, so at the time, I didn't grasp the weight of a vow. Under the moonlight, to lay my departed best friend and Beta to rest in peace, I vowed to take good care of his only family member, his sister Tracy." "However, as time passed, everything began to change. I never anticipated that Tracy would become increasingly dependent on me. I tolerated Tracy repeatedly for the

I didn’t understand what I had done to deserve so much heartache and pain in my life. “Sweetheart, I know it hurts right now, but it will get better,” the nurse said in a soothing voice as she checked my vital signs. Gabriel’s head snapped up at this, not having realized that I was awake. He gently stroked my hair putting on a brave face while out in public but I could tell that he was shattered. Despite his protest that he did not want any more children less than a year ago, I knew he was beyond excited with our pregnancy. My body had let him down just as much as it had let me down. It had betrayed both of us. The surgeon was in to talk to us but I didn’t hear a word she said. I was lost in

The room was filled with joy, warmth, and a love that no betrayal, no chaos, no darkness could ever destroy. I looked at Tristan, our hands still intertwined, our hearts still beating in rhythm, and whispered, “Five years from then, I never imagined we’d be here. Safe. Happy. And finally free.” He pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “Free. And together. Always. That’s the vow we made. Trapped in our vows, remember?” I smiled, letting the word linger, tasting the history, the struggle, the victory behind it. “Trapped in our vows,” I repeated. “Forever.”

Her shoulders trembled violently. "I don't even remember how much alcohol I consumed." "The next morning..." "...I woke up in another man's arms." She covered her face. "I swear to you, Ady..." "My intention was never to betray your father." "I wasn't even conscious anymore." "I paid the man." "I begged him to disappear." "And I threatened him never to come looking for me." Another silence followed. "I thought that nightmare had ended." "But..." "Two weeks later..." "...I found out I was pregnant."

The world outside the police station felt muted, like someone had lowered the volume on reality. Anna walked blindly, her steps unsure, her body heavy with everything that had happened. But nothing hurt as much as betrayal. Not just by Rochester, but by the system that should have protected her. She kept walking. She didn't remember passing the market. She didn't notice the shouting of traders,the sharp aroma of roasted maize and Engine fumes. Everything around her blurred into background noise -white, endless and spinning. Her mind kept replaying it: Rochester’s voice, confident and cruel. The threat by him. “Use what you have to get what you want”. And then his eyes-shameles

Gawking. As if the words had no place in the world outside her. As if her own spirit would not allow them to pass. "No…" she breathed. "No, it cannot be. Miyal would never…" But the scout bowed his head again. "It was Miyal who sealed the vow. He sanctioned the rite. He—he stood with her." Krishna's knees gave way. The weight of the betrayal buried her beneath the earth as if gravity was unforgiving. Fingernails digging into the ground, hands staking themselves in the soil.