Betrothal Sentence Novels & Stories

“Which meαns you guys hαd something!” “No! We didn’t hαve αnything‚ Annα.” “Then why did she cαll you bαbe?” My voice wαs shαrper now‚ the αnger mixing with the hurt. He loosened his hold on me‚ his voice lower when he finαlly spoke. “Becαuse… she’s my betrothed. She thinks we’re in α relαtionship‚ but I’ve told her countless times I’m not interested. I’ll mαke it cleαr to them todαy. I promise.”

In no time, we're saying our wedding vows while exchanging rings. "I, Ivan Dmitry, take you, Lucia Romano, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until we are parted by death. This is my solemn vow." I always imagined that I would cry tears of joy when this day came. The tears I'm battling with definitely isn't tears if joy because I know that vow was just words and nothing more. There was no meaning attached to it.

Emma blinked. Once, twice, then a third time, each blink slower than the last as she tried to process what she had just heard. The woman in front of her, who had exuded an air of mystery earlier, now seemed impossibly chatty. Her words blurred together, a relentless stream of information that Emma struggled to follow. But one phrase cut through the noise, ringing in her ears like an alarm: "I'm his betrothed."

“Are you trying to tell me that we’re not betrothed?” I heard the faint tinge of desperation in my voice and prayed that he wouldn’t pick up on it. I didn’t want to hurt him more than I probably already had. He sat back down beside me and looked into my eyes. “My love, we are betrothed. We have been since before you were born.” Anger coursed through my veins like poison, clouding my senses. How could this have happened and why did no body tell me sooner? “Why did my parents...” I started but Morpheus interrupted.

I looked almost confused. "What are you doing here?" I asked looking from the left to the right checking the hallway but it was empty as fuck and his expression was not giving what it should. "Can I come in?" He asked with a grin. I nodded as he walked in. I closed the door almost immediately. "So how may I help you?" I stood not too close to him to avoid exactly what happened the last time at the hockey stadium. "It's Katie." He replied. "She's my betrothed."

my eyebrows creased as I bombard mom with questions I couldn't still get the fact that I was betrothed and to someone I don't know, that's unbelievable I looked at mom expecting clear answers to the questions I just asked "Yes you've been betrothed since you were a baby, he's name Is Jasper knight he's the son of a business tycoon,you both were supposed to get married when you're ready" mom kept on talking but I already zoned out I was trying to digest what mom was telling me, I am betrothed? but this is the 21st century nobody betroths their children anymore right

I sat there for a long time, unable to speak or stop the tears-now of sadness-rolling down my cheeks. Meira held her own silence, just the quiet of the basement, the cool darkness soothing me as much as our mutual stillness. With a hiccup, I finally used my well-worn sleeve to swipe the moisture from my face and nodded. "This is just the betrothal ceremony," Meira said, as if that made some kind of difference. "The wedding won't happen until later."

Maddox took her into a tight embrace and whispered, “You are so gorgeous, Sweetheart. I wish today were our wedding day. I can’t wait to call you my wife.” Rain chuckled softly against his broad chest, a deep and steady warmth blooming inside her chest. She pulled back just enough to look up into his devoted eyes, a playful yet tender smile curving her lips, and she replied, her fingertips resting lightly against the lapel of his tailored suit, “Patience, my love. We have the rest of our lives for that.” Mr Carson Senior gestured to the velvet-lined trays held by the Carson family’s butlers, officially presenting the breathtaking betrothal gifts.

"You have already forsaken a sacred vow—one made to your own mother on her deathbed. You stand here, your gaze fixed on this... this half-blood, while an oath of betrothal binds you. You cannot serve two masters, Cassius! You cannot pledge yourself to our future and to her." The word was a physical blow, stealing the air from my lungs. Betrothed. It echoed in the sudden, ringing silence of my mind. I stumbled back, the ground seeming to lurch beneath me. Someone else had a claim to him. It wasn't me. It would never be me.

He purposely did this to start burning the fire inside me! "Stop it!" I warned, closing my eyes to pushed aside the odd feelings that keeps on messing up my head. "Do you think you can scare me with your little warning, hmmm?" He mumbles as he pressed me flatly on the wall. "Tell me, have you seeing someone behind my back?" He queried. "What does it have to do with you if I'm indeed seeing someone, huh?" I shot back. "Rafaella Lavel, should I remind you that you are about to face the ceremony called betrothal which specifically going to binds us together?" He implied while smirking.