Broken Vow Book Novels & Stories

“I was the one wronged, George! The one that was betrayed! Tell me, what if I didn’t read that diary? What if I hadn’t found out, would you have ever told me?” His jaw tightened, and for a moment, silence surrounded them. “I’ll take everything down,” he said at last, his tone softening. “I’ll clear your name, Lia. But I won’t sign anything. We made vows, and those vows weren’t just for seven years, they were for eternity.” Her breath hitched. “Don’t you dare talk about vows,” she whispered bitterly, her voice trembling. “You broke them the moment you lied to me.” He finally loosened his grip, his hands falling to his sides as she stumbled back. Her eyes were red, but she didn’t care.

"What I'm about to show you has to stay between us. Don't test me on this because if you do, I will be forced to punish you, and it will not be by your husband but by the future don of the familia." Chills went down my spine as he said that. Sofie wasn't wrong and I now had no clue what to do. I married a fucking mob boss. He was dangerous and I'm guessing deadly but also mine. I watched him move a picture off the wall like you would see in the movies, and there was a safe built into the wall. He turned the dial and popped it open. There was a huge stack of cash and also some flies, and he pulled out an old leather-bound book.

“I love you. You being here is the best part of my birthday. Hearing you say that you love me makes me the happiest person alive.” “Really?” I asked looking at him. “I talk with you most of the time and you can ask our friends if I even try to date anyone when you were gone. I have always been honest with you that I love you and I am just waiting for you to be ready.” “I am ready. I was just scared that you wouldn’t want me anymore.” “I love you and you are all that I want.” THE END Vows are supposed to be kept for they aren’t merely words that we say but there are times when vows are broken. When vows are broken though it doesn’t mean that things are ending, it merely open new opportunities

In the way he had said be my cure—as if she were already essential. Dessert arrived: dark chocolate layered with berries and cream. Bella took a bite and barely tasted it. Her thoughts spiraled. Why couldn’t he sense her? Why had the Moon Goddess done this? Why rewrite a life she had finally learned to love? She clenched her jaw, swallowing the ache. Somewhere in this fortress of power and secrets, Dave Stark was fighting something he didn’t understand. And somehow—against fate, against reason—Bella knew it had everything to do with her.

Perfect dress, wrong person. Her slender fingers slip into mine, and I lift them between us, heart thudding. ‘This is survival,’ I tell myself, but it feels so much like betrayal. Like a line I can't uncross. “I, Cassian, take you, Sloane, to be my lawfully wedded wife…” This is wrong. “...to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse,for richer, for poorer…” I'm doing this for my company. Nina will understand.

“You wear your celibacy like a chain, Connor. It was meant to be a choice, not a prison.” He’d glared at her, the wolf in him rising to the challenge in her words. “You know nothing of my vows.” “I know that a vow that brings no peace is no vow at all. It’s a punishment.” She leaned forward, her gaze unwavering. “Let me show you that wanting isn’t a betrayal. It’s a rebirth.” That was the night the wall began to crack.

He trembled as he slowly rose. "Very well," he whispered, his voice barely audible, like a sigh. The Silvermoon and Blackrock packs had gathered within the temple. I stood before the statue of the Moon Goddess, voice echoing across the sacred hall. "On this holy night of the Blood Moon, I have three announcements for the packs. First, Damian, I, Eva Lopez, deliver your judgment." A hush fell over the temple. Damian's eyes were vacant, his body drained of all life. I studied his hollow face and uttered deliberately, "For the sake of power, you betrayed the Blood Moon vow. You forcibly broke your mate bond with Chloe, provoked a war, and shed the blood of your people.

She longed for the chance at motherhood that had been brutally taken from her. Vanessa stood frozen on the roadside, her legs weakened by the grief. She mustered the strength to walk to a nearby private bar, where she ordered a strong drink. As the alcohol flowed down her throat, she let her tears fall, remembering the day the doctor announced her pregnancy. Her joy didn’t even last up to twenty four hours. She felt hatred and anger toward Lucas and Eliana, who had pushed her that fateful night. With every sip, Vanessa's determination grew. She vowed to ruin Lucas and Eliana, to make them pay for their cruel actions. The fire of revenge burned brighter within her, fueling her determination t

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.

The world outside moved on as if nothing had happened but for Sarah, time had shattered just like the wine glass she had dropped the night before. She sat in her small apartment, numb, as the city buzzed beyond her window. The betrayal still clawed at her chest, a relentless ache she couldn't shake. She had spent the night tossing and turning, replaying James’ cruel words over and over. "You never matched my status." "Chloe does." Sarah’s fingers tightened around the coffee mug in her hands. She had given that man everything, her loyalty, her trust, her damn heart, only to be tossed aside like she was nothing.