Novel & Cerita Brutal Vows Jt Geissinger

"In high school, you seemed to only like one girl and then you lost touch, right?" Brad lowered his eyes, smiling without saying a word. Damien finished reading the contract, tossed it aside and through the swirling smoke, noticed a hint of bitterness at the corner of Brad's mouth. "Looks like you're troubled by love?" Damien's tone carried a faint hint of mockery and disdain. Love, what kind of thing is it, anyway? Some people are foolish enough to play such silly games, even risking breaking a leg in theprocess... The contract with the Keasan Group was still under consideration by Damien and Brad wasn't rushing him.

The man had been something out of a nightmare. Her grandmother was just fine, her grandmother would send gifts, a pearly dagger, a computer where she code write code more easily. The woman listened to her. The only reason she would never return to Italy was because the man was a nightmare to be around. He was misogynistic. Women were nothing more than tools for men to elevate their power. To be showed off like priced property. The more you paid for the women the better. “So what’s the code?” Amos asked. …

> “Let this be our final silence. If this box is opened, then the vow is broken. Blood has outlived its promise. The Vitale and Moretti lines were bound by betrayal, not loyalty. If one family survives the other, the seal will break. When the seal breaks, memory will return. And when memory returns, no empire shall stand. The only way forward is to choose the end. Not vengeance. Not justice. An end. One life, freely given, to close the door again. The bullet was forged from the betrayal bone. Cast from the marrow of a son who betrayed his blood. You must choose who will carry it. And who will be erased.” He finished reading. No one moved. Then, softly, Bianca said, “It was always going to be

Vanessa’s voice sliced through the silence, sweet yet laced with venom. “I warned you, Ethan,” she said, her eyes sparkling with triumph. “Didn’t I tell you she was unfaithful? But you wouldn’t listen. You defended her.” I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. Ethan’s gaze locked onto mine. What I saw there shattered me. Agony. Disbelief. Betrayal. “How could you, Liana?” His voice was strained, raw, and broken. “How could you betray me like this?” “No!” The word burst from me, filled with desperation and pleading. “Ethan, it’s not what it looks like! Please, just let me explain...”

he said, his tone dripping with disdain. The words cut deep, and Veda felt her heart shattering into a million pieces. "I thought our vows meant something," she whispered. Adyant snorted. "Vows? Those were just empty promises, Veda. We both knew it." Veda's eyes widened in shock as the reality check of her shattered vows laid bare in front of her fragile heart. "How can you say that?" she demanded, her voice laced with pain. Adyant's gaze locked onto hers.

He bellowed, "How could you do this to Riri? You've got some woman on the side and abandoned her!" Lionel pressed the jagged edge of the broken beer bottle against my neck.

Had turned his back when the shots echoed down the corridor. “I was twenty-three,” he said slowly. “Thrown into power too early. Surrounded by men who taught me to kill first and ask later. But that night—when I heard the report—something inside me broke. And I’ve never stopped paying for it.” Alessia’s lips trembled. “I’m not asking for forgiveness,” he said. “I don’t deserve it. But don’t let a ghost destroy what we have now.” “What we have?” she repeated, voice shaking. “You think sex and silence is something real?”

But this was a meeting for peace, so he kept his opinions to himself and allowed the meeting to flow with Aleksandr, resuming his speech: “I, as you, Don Fabrizio, know, am a man of simplicity. I am also a man who likes to keep his word and thus expects the same from all with whom I engage in any kind of transactions, regardless of its legality. A decade or so ago, I lent money to a man named Igor Gomez, four hundred thousand dollars to be precise,and he was to pay back one hundred thousand dollars each over the next four years; a fair and reasonable plan which he agreed to. But after paying for one year, whether for financial constraints or whatever reason, he couldn't pay anymore. And inst

With his scar and severe expression, he resembled an executioner more than a groom. But the way he watched her was almost reverent. Gabriel placed her hand in his. “Break her heart,” he told Dante, “and I’ll recover quickly enough to kill you.” “Fair.” The priest began. When it was time for Alessia’s vows, she unfolded a page she had written that morning. “Dante, I spent four years believing you were the author of my grief. I dreamed about your death before I dreamed of standing beside you.” A nervous murmur moved through the guests.

“Promise me one thing?” I paused, looking at her. “What?” “Don’t let them break you.” Her words hit me hard. I didn’t know if I could keep that promise, but I forced a smile, even though it felt more like a grimace. “I won’t.” I didn’t know if I could keep my promise. In that moment, all I could do was walk into the unknown, the heavy weight of everything pressing down on me as I stepped outside the apartment. As I approached the car, I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. The man who stepped out of the car was tall and imposing, his eyes behind dark sunglasses, giving off an air of cold professionalism.