Romans & histoires Cunning Vows

“Still sounds like a marriage to me.” Silence filled the kitchen after the call ended. Lucas leaned against the counter. Elias leaned against the table. They looked at each other, neither speaking. Finally, Elias broke it. “You ever think about that?” Lucas frowned slightly. “About what?” “Marriage. Again.” Lucas sat down, taking his time with the answer. “I used to think vows meant everything. That once you said the words, nothing could touch you. Then I learned they don’t mean much without action.”

"Looks like my new wife has quite a colorful romantic history." The assistant hesitated on the other end. "Mr. Damien, do you still want to marry Miss Vale?" Damien squinted, holding the phone, his gaze turning thoughtful. "A little vixen is only wild because she hasn't met her match. Once she does, she'll settle down." "......" His thumb brushed against the kiss mark on his neck, a mysterious smile playing on his lips. Amidst the gazes of the crowd, the groom, standing tall, lifted the bride's veil. Their eyes met.

" I looked into his deep eyes and saw my reflection clearly within them. In this life, there was no betrayal, no despair. Only blooming flowers and a love that would never fade. "Joseph, I love you too."

She said Adrian froze " who?" "That's a puzzle for you, not me" She said " Your marriage is leaked, it'll be difficult to fix that but you can bring down Ms. Winthrop if you're willing" She said "Are you offering me help without anything in return? Am I supposed to believe that?" " who said it was for free? You, Moretti are going to pay me back every single dime but I'll let it go, if you're alive till the mastermind is dead" she said

My fists hit his shoulder again and again as everything I had buried exploded. “I endured you!” I screamed. “For two years! I tolerated everything!” I hit him again. “You stopped touching me! You stopped looking at me! And still, I never looked at another man!” Tears streamed down my face. “I was loyal to you!” I cried. “You promised to love me! To protect me after our vows ! But you mistreated me. You broke me every day!” The woman scoffed. “He never loved you. It was me. It’s always been me.”

"If she takes the supreme vow, the shared triad pool will double, she will have the strength to stitch the veil closed by herself." Anna looked between the four Alphas, her jaw clenching as she stepped away from the cot, her bare feet clicking softly against the floorboards. "If a crown is what it takes to keep your men from running like cowards, then do it," she said, her voice perfectly calm, completely devoid of fear. "Bring the seals, swear the oaths, and let's get to the crossroads." "It is not just about oaths, Anna," Vance whispered, his face turning an ash-gray color as he looked down at the floor, a sudden, heavy hesitation creeping into his tone that made my inner wolf bristle with

Livia looked at the paper with blurred vision. Her head was spinning. Blood was still dripping from the wound on her hand. “I… can’t…” Her voice was weak. Adrian looked at her coldly. “Can’t?” He walked closer. Every step felt like a threat. “You ruined my engagement.” His gaze was sharp. “You think you can just walk away?” Livia shook her head slowly. “I didn’t do anything…” Adrian gave a short laugh. “Of course.” He picked up the contract and threw it right in front of Livia’s face.

He read it aloud, because some words were too important to be heard only once. > “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.

“No more games. No more secret meetings. You’ll go nowhere without my men. You’ll speak to no one I don’t approve.” “I’m not your prisoner.” “You are now.” Her lips parted like she wanted to scream. To strike. To fight. But Dante could feel the breaking point. It was close. So close. And it exhilarated him. “You’re angry,” he said quietly. “Good. Let it burn. Because when the wedding comes, you won’t walk down the aisle as a bride.” He turned her face to his, inches apart. “You’ll be dragged there… as my possession.” Then he walked away, leaving her breathless, broken, and shaking beneath the weight of his vow.

“Help? He was a loose end, just like you.” I glanced at the door, then back at her. “You don’t have to do this. Whatever they’re paying you, my father can double it. Just let me get him out of here. He still might make it if we move fast.” “Double it?” She stepped closer, voice dripping with mock pity. “Money doesn’t buy loyalty to the Swan. Your father couldn’t save your mother, and he sure as hell can’t save you. That alliance with the Volkov’s? It’s going to get you both buried. But don’t worry. I’ll make sure the message gets sent loud and clear with you dead.”