Novel & Cerita Broken Vow Sophie Lark

I stared at the file, a war between fury and fatigue rising in me. “She didn’t just steal my husband. She stole my peace.” Lucas nodded. “Then take it back.” That night, I sat on my balcony, stars scattered across the sky like secrets. Sophie Lane had disappeared. But not for long. This wasn’t about revenge anymore. It was about closure. About justice. About ensuring no one else got hurt the way I did. Because in the end, Shattered Vows wasn’t just the title of my story. It was a warning. And I wasn’t done writing it yet.

“When Selena came to me with her lies, I should have trusted you. I should have fought for you. I should have been the wolf you deserved.” “You were young,” she said softly. “We were both young. I was not the wolf I am now. You were not the wolf you are now. We have both changed.” “But I broke you.” She turned to face him fully, her eyes blazing with a light that had nothing to do with the blade at her hip. “You broke me, and I rose. You broke me, and I built something new from the ashes. You broke me, and I became the wolf who could stand here tonight, and face an army that has been waiting for this moment since before we were born.”

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

she whispered. "It’s just enough time to learn how to be a person again," William replied. He stepped closer, pulling her into a quiet, desperate embrace. "We’ve spent ten years talking through glass and ciphers. We’ve been characters in a novel of our own making. But today, the book is closed. This isn't a chapter. This is just... life." They stood there for a long time, held together by the gravity of everything they had survived. The betrayal, the prison walls, the corporate wars, and the shadows of their parents were all gone, replaced by the simple, terrifying reality of a blank page.

“I have a duty.” Beta Kingsley studied her, eyes narrowing. “You’re also my daughter.” Sophie exhaled. “Would you tell me if I was a match?” “I’d beg you to think carefully.” He reached for her hand, callused fingers warm. But Sophie pulled back. That night, alone in her chambers, she lit a candle and removed her blouse. She stared at the faded surgical scar on her flank. Long. Jagged. Still tender in the cold. Three years ago. The same day Dylan fell from the cliff.

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.

The fucker! “Landon!” I called angrily. Was he trying to reset my life? Confiscating my phone so that I would lose contact with everyone I've ever known all these years of building my career and handing me this fancy toy, hoping I'd worship at his feet, singing his praises! My hand instantly grabbed the phone, and before I could register my actions, the phone went flying across the room; it collided with the mirror and shattered. Nora gasped, shocked! “My lady!”

The voices stopped for a moment, and I heard Sophia speak up again. “You! You ruined my life!! Liam wants nothing to do with me anymore and you didn’t even take him back! You just had to go off and run away with the Lycan King, you werewolf whore!” Suddenly, I was knocked back as Sophia tackled me, flailing her arms around, pounding on me with her closed fists. I stayed still, my expression unchanging. If she wanted to make my life any worse than it already was, she couldn’t. She was the last of my worries right now.

What was she going to say right now? " The wound I gave to you, is it completely healed?" " Almost healed. Not completely at the moment. " Derek stared at her for a while. " Who are you?" Sophia felt a little wave of discomfort sweep through her whole body. It was obvious that Derek had good reasons to ask the questions that he was asking right now. It made no sense that she would just get up from the bed, breaking free from her paralysis . In fact, Derek had a greater reason to be worried. Apart from the fact that Sophia broke free from the paralysis, there was something else that had happened. She roared at him and he became calm. It was a very strange thing. It never happened. It was only

With a soft clink, two dull platinum wedding bands tumbled out. Inside the bands, our initials were still engraved. At that moment, every last bit of strength drained from my body. I lifted a hand to cover my eyes and sobbed. The fifteen-year-old Pierse had made his promise with a heart full of certainty. And the fifteen-year-old Eva was simply happy to believe that the two of them would grow old together. Back then, neither of us knew the truth. When the fifteen-year-old Pierse made that promise, those very words came back like a bullet—hitting the twenty-eight-year-old Pierse right between the eyes.