Novelas y relatos de Broken Vow

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

I’m sure I would’ve continued to obsess over it all day, too, if it wasn’t for the news I woke up to. If I thought I had a rough night, it was nothing compared to the hellish ordeal my best friend endured yesterday at the hands of the rogue who has been haunting the six-pack territory for the past few weeks. He shot her with silver bullets, kidnapped her, and held her hostage- all part of some twisted revenge plot to take out Chase. I didn’t get all the details, but it was something to do with Chase’s estranged mom and the shadow pack war. Given how close Vienna is with my family, Alpha Brock called my dad this morning to tell him what happened, and as soon as he woke me up and filled me in,

They call him the most dangerous billionaire in New York City, and I still went ahead and fell in love with him. Now my heart is broken. I take a deep breath, stiffen my jaw and give him my own vows; “On this day, Mason Lachlan, I vow to hate you until I draw my last breath. I loved you once, maybe a part of me still does, but I vow never, ever to show you that weak part of me ever again. I'm broken because you broke me, but I vow to pick myself from the pieces and when I do, I vow to fight back.

He looked back at her. “You want us to make a vow?” Ayaan queried. She nodded and they both looked at the sky. “The stars, moon, and the natural flowers are a witness that today, I promise to stick with you till the end. I will be yours till not even death can separate us,” she vowed. “The stars, moon, and natural flowers are a witness that today, I promise to love you, care for you, and stick with you beyond forever. Nothing, not even death can separate us,” he vowed too. “Aameen!”

“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.

Elara gasped as searing pain bit through skin and soul—but she did not pull away. She spoke through gritted teeth, voice rising to meet his: “And I, Elara of no crown and broken throne, bind myself to this vow. Let no deception pass between us, no truth go unspoken, no sacrifice unmatched. If he should fall for me, let me fall beside him. And if I am undone—let his memory live in mine.” The flames rose higher. Then vanished. Smoke curled around them. Their wounds sealed instantly, glowing with runes visible only in shadowlight.

Breaking her legs was from her past life, and he knew. Apparently, he had been reborn, too. That was why he could pull her out of harm's way just in time when the truck came, changing the outcome of her past life. "So, you're reborn, too?" she asked. He sighed, but his expression didn't soften. "This time, let's both move on." He turned to leave without another word. That night, Lillian walked home alone. When she tried her fingerprint to unlock the door, it failed.

Jessica’s smoky form leaned in, right up to Olivia’s face, as if she wanted to kiss her or whisper something no one else should hear. The smile didn’t move. It just held. “Say it,” Olivia said quietly. “If you came back, then say it.” She sighed.. Olivia sets her wedding ring on the charred table. Her heartbeat syncs with Jessica’s for a final second. “The vow is broken,” she whispers. “The scars remain.” She walks into sunlight, unbound.

His voice cracked, desperate. She tilted her head, smiling like a predator who’d tasted blood. “Your vow is broken, little apprentice. And this is only the beginning.”

A vow, whispered not to my parents, not even to Caelan, but to myself and the life within me: Never again. I will never show weakness again. And though the lock held, though the herbs choked the air, though my cheek still burned from her strike, the vow steadied me. It was iron in my blood. The house could bury me in silence, but one day, I would break it.