Novel & Cerita Broken Oath: I Left, He Regretted

Three years ago, Isabella Moretti was the sole heir to the Moretti family, the most powerful of New York's five crime families. She was supposed to inherit the Moretti name and most of the business flowing through New York Harbor. A Mafia shootout changed everything. To save her husband, Matteo De Luca, she deliberately drew the enemy away from him. Matteo got out. But Isabella was shot in the shoulder and captured by the kidnappers. They wanted information about Moretti operations. For three years, they tortured her to get it. She was carrying Matteo's child at the time. She did not know she had already been written off. She kept believing the husband she loved would come for her. The truth

My six-year-old son fed me the cake that triggered my allergy and killed his unborn sister. He was smiling when he confessed, as if he had done something wonderful. “Aunt Vivienne said the baby would go back to the Moon Goddess. Then you and Daddy could break your mate bond, and she could stay with us instead. That way, Aunt Vivienne would have more time to play with me!” My heart clenched. I couldn't hold back anymore. “But Mommy and your sister can play with you, too. Can't we?” “Yeah, but…” He hesitated, searching for the right words. “But it's boring when I'm with you, Mommy. Daddy and I have more fun with Aunt Vivienne.” The words hit me like a blow. For a long moment, I couldn't say a

“I love you. I've always loved you, and I promise I never stopped. I just got so terrified after hearing the news, I couldn't think and acted so rashly. Believe me, I regretted my words to you everyday when I left. I regretted breaking our vows and your heart as well. But now it seems you never really loved me enough. Just two months and you replaced me?’’ I threw at him. This wasn’t gaslighting, I was indeed beginning to have my suspicions about him. If he really loved me like he always claimed, he couldn't have gotten over me so easily. Never! “I loved you so much, I got over you the moment you broke our bond.’’ He shrugged, taking his hand from my palm to pick his book. “Levi!’’ I caught

Margot’s expression darkened, while Adrian sat in silence, unwilling to intervene. I laughed bitterly — at my own naïveté, at the absurdity of this marriage. I swept my gaze over what should have been a warm and loving dinner table and spoke slowly, "Thank you for the meal— which I arranged, remember. I’m done. Adrian, we need to talk." Without waiting for a response, I turned and walked out the door. Behind me, Margot’s mocking voice followed. "Talk about what? Marriage isn’t a game. Don’t make a decision you’ll regret."

He took a few steps in my direction before they caught him again. "You think you've won," he called out. His voice was breaking. "But destroying me won't fix what's broken inside you. It won't bring back who you used to be." The words struck me like daggers.I watched as they forced him into the back of the federal car. His eyes never left mine until the door slammed shut. As the convoy pulled away, I realized I was shaking. Not with satisfaction or relief. But with something that felt dangerously close to regret. ***

She'd run beside me under the full moon, she'd lick my wounds when I was hurt, and she'd mark my neck with her scent like I belonged to her. And I betrayed that trust over and over again. It wasn't until I'd lost her completely that I finally understood how terrible those things I'd done really were, and how unworthy I was of being called an Alpha. Regret wrapped around me like silver chains, so tight I could barely breathe. I didn't want to hear Lily bring up any of this again, but she kept going like a wolf who'd lost control, ranting and refusing to stop.

After Alfie Lawson, the young heir of an elite family, is dumped by his sweet, innocent girlfriend, he develops selective mutism. His mother announces that whoever can get her son to speak will be rewarded with 100,000 dollars. I push my way through all the women trying to coax him out of his shell. "Hey, remember how you were calling me 'Mommy' in bed last night?" "I did not!" Alfie blurts out. Immediately, his mother wires 100,000 dollars to my account. I'm elated. From then on, I follow him around every day, teasing him and collecting my money. I rake in a fortune without even lifting a finger. Alfie won't speak, and he can't exactly hit me either. So whenever I push him too far, he

I say. Cassian huffs. “I already know the answer. You regret everything about how we got here. But if you’d tried to keep her against her will after what you did in that circle, you would’ve lost the pack and her and yourself in one swing.” “Efficient,” I say. “Cowardly,” he corrects. “And you decided, for once, not to be that particular kind of coward.” There’s a beat of silence. “I still broke her,” I say. “Letting her leave doesn’t unmake that.”

he asks with a hint of admonishment, like he is talking to a teenager who cussed him out under their breath. “I said, HURT. I’m not pissed, I’m hurt. You abandoned me. Just like everyone else I ever loved. Only, they died, you chose to leave. So do me a favour and leave again. This time, stay away.” I scream and burst into tears. I regretted the last bit as soon as it left my mouth. Please don’t go, don’t leave me alone again. I’m sorry.

He just stood there, looking at me like a man carrying the weight of his own destruction. And for the first time, Anderson Grant had nothing left to take. I scoffed, shaking my head. “Regret doesn’t undo what you did. It doesn’t give me back my money, my dignity, my wasted years.” I took a step closer, lowering my voice. “You broke me, Anderson. You don’t get to come in here now and act like that changes just because you suddenly feel bad about it.” He didn’t move. Didn’t defend himself. He just nodded.