Broken Vow Sophie Lark Novels & Stories

"What I want is what belongs to my family. Sophia is ours. And you're going to give her back." "No." "No? See, my father might be willing to play your little games, but I'm not that patient. You have forty-eight hours to return Sophia. If you don't, I'm going to start killing people you care about. First Christian, and then Dante. One by one, until you hand her over." "You're so pathetic, Christopher.” Sophia snapped behind me. Christopher's mouth snapped shut, shock flashing across his face. "What did you just say to me?" He asked angrily, lunging for her.

She stated. “It’s all over the news. We are renewing our vows.” I replied, pissed. “Where have you been to Antarctica? Everyone knows, the world knows.” “I’m sorry. I had no idea you’re renewing your vows.” She stated sadly. “What do you expect that I would wait for you and make a fool out of myself? I know you were beyond my league when I dated you. You were successful and mature and I was nothing but an immature rich jerk. But you had no right to break my heart. You had no fucking right to just leave me in the dark.” I exclaimed angrily.

Present Time Sophie went to the garden after watching Landon leave. It was by far the most messed-up vision she had. What the hell happened that made Roxanne mess up her life so badly? In fact, she didn't even know that woman; she knew she was a pack whore who went viral after the topless dance, but why would she hate her? Sophie doesn't have an enemy, or maybe she does. Secretly? After the engagement today, she was sure as hell they would line up.

"I will not force anyone to love me or to stay with me, Grandma Charlotte. The first time, I blamed Janice. But this time, I have only myself to blame. I made a promise to myself—and I betrayed that promise.” The genuine worry and sympathy in her eyes gnawed at me, making me want to lash out. "No one can control who they fall in love with,” she said, her tone both warm and soothing. I hated it even more. "Yes, they can. I should have been more careful. This is what happens when you're careless with feelings." Hating myself for being that nineteen-year-old boy with a broken heart again, I grabbed the glass and gulped it down to the last drop, then closed my eyes, forcing myself to regain cont

On her third wedding anniversary, Sophia stands beside her husband—only to be erased. Before the entire pack, Alpha Marcus announces that he has found his true fated mate. The cheers are deafening. The betrayal is public. And Sophia, once Luna, is expected to step aside with grace while her replacement, Lila, plays the innocent victim. Marcus pleads for understanding. Lila smiles through false tears. And Sophia, humiliated but unbroken, does the unthinkable—she severs the bond and walks away. But betrayal doesn’t end with rejection. Moments later, Sophia collapses in excruciating pain, poisoned by the very wine Lila offered her. As death closes in, she uncovers the darkest truth of all:

Evelyn wrapped both hands around her coffee mug and kept her eyes on the table. “Who is she Theo.” Sophie’s voice broke through the glass sharp and unmistakable. “Tell me the truth. Who is she to you.” Theo said something. Sophie shook her head hard and stepped closer. “Who. Is. She.” “She’s my ex,” Theo said. The glass did nothing to muffle it. Sophie’s chest heaved. Her eyes filled fast and she blinked furiously against it and her jaw trembled before she clamped it shut and squared herself directly in front of him.

The roar echoed. “Damien.” My voice was soft, barely audible, but it carried steel. I reached out, touched his clenched fist. “Rage blinds,” I whispered, holding his gaze. “We need clarity. We need proof. Solid. Irrefutable.” He stared at me, chest heaving. The raw need for violent retribution warred with understanding. “He’s gone, Sophie,” he rasped, helplessness choking him. “While we chase ghosts through shell companies, he’s securing his escape. He wins. He wins.”

I say, then I step back giving her the space she needs. Eva swallows hard, looking down at her hands. “It’s … it’s going to hurt, isn’t it?” “Yeah,” I admit. “It’ll hurt. But it’s the only way to break the bond. After that, he can’t touch you. He won’t have any claim over you or Sophia.” She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and then begins to speak the words of the rejection vow, her voice trembling at first but growing steadier with each word.

Aurora burst into a devilish laughter, with an attempt to slap Sophia but Marco held her hand."You useless child, you ruined my son’s life and almost ruined his company and you still have the mouth to speak? You bitch!" Aurora roared."I don't care about your explanation anymore, just as stated in the contract, the rumors are gone.Sign it. The marriage is merely a contract anyway,"

“No one else will ever set foot in here. I swear.” Now Francesca was in there. Probably on her knees under his desk. “Marco,” I said. “Yes, ma’am?” “The rules have changed. From now on, she can do whatever she wants.” I walked toward the master bedroom. Each step felt lighter. The divorce papers, signed by Alessandro himself, burned a hole in my bag. From downstairs, I heard Francesca scream. That fake, theatrical sound. Then Alessandro’s deep laugh. I thought about him signing those papers last night, distracted, already thinking about Francesca’s mouth.