Novel & Cerita Dom Vadim's Vow

Liam’s POV If you think you have had a bad day, then I’ve had worse. First, I was left at the altar by the woman I was supposed to marry because of the ring bearer. Second, I got a child. My ring bearer. Let’s roll the tape back. “What? You’re surprised?” Lola stepped closer and whispered so that only I could hear her. She looked at me like I had fallen directly into her trap. And yes, I did. I fell directly into her trap.

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

Ironically, there was no love to be found in this arrangement. The priest turned to us. "Do you, Tatum, take Arden Voss to be your lawfully wedded spouse, to love and cherish till death do you part?" "I do," I answered softly. The priest nodded before turning to Arden. "And do you, Arden Voss, take Tatum to be your lawfully wedded spouse, to love and cherish till death do you part?" Silence. My breath caught. One second. Two. The air suddenly felt too thick to breathe.

We made our excuses and left, Dec driving us to his favorite bar in Brooklyn, the one where nobody knew who we were and nobody cared. Once we had our drinks, Dec turned to me with that serious expression he gets when he's about to say something I won't like. "Talk," he said. "She proposed marriage." Dec choked on his whiskey. "She what?" "She wants a contract marriage. A one year, business arrangement." "And you said?" "I said I would consider it." "You said you'd consider it," Dec repeated slowly. "To marrying a Vance, your family's sworn enemy. The granddaughter of the man who destroyed your grandfather."

he whispered, recalling how he cried seeing her lifeless body. Adrian almost rolled her eyes, got to his feet and rested both his hands on the table in front of him while fixing Dmitry with a piercing gaze. “Go, don't waste time. Vladimir must have seen how beautifully I am taking care of his wife. Now is the time to see that his sister is receiving the same treatment,” he said, smiling and imagining Vladimir's reaction over the video of him kissing Rose, he sent to ‘The Sinner.’ . . The feeling couldn't be described in words. The ugly scene in front of his eyes was questioning his manhood, his leadership and his power in the Underworld of New York City!

It made me smile a little. "Don't be silly. Vance is almost twice your size. He'll crush you in half a second.' Noah waggled his brows and chuckled. "Give me a little credit, Val. So, on a more serious note, what's going on?" "It's Dimitri," I complained. "Ah. I should have guessed." He poured drinks from a bottle on the center table and handed me one. "What has he done this time?"

“He is a Volkov. He is ours, Isa.” He reached out, his hand enveloping the back of my head, pulling my face toward his side. I pressed my cheek against his hip, anchoring him to my body, providing the strength he needed in that moment of profound emotional collapse. “Perfect, Vova. He’s perfect,” I repeated, my own tears now flowing freely. “I will not fail him,” Vladimir vowed, the sound muffled in my hair. “I will not fail either of you. Damon will never touch this.”

However, he seemed different to me. I was going to be destroyed by this man. The person who wanted to shatter me was the one who ought to be close to me. I was aware of it. I could feel it in my bones. The priest spoke calmly and clearly as he began the vows, but I could hardly hear what he was saying. Everything seemed surreal to me. And then the words appeared. "Do you consider Kayla Adam to be your legally wedded wife, Dante Cruz?" the priest asked. At last, Dante turned to face me, "To love and cherish, from this day forward, till death do you part?" His hateful gaze met mine.

The priest asks whether we have come freely and wholeheartedly to give ourselves to each other. "Yes," Dorian and I say, in the same flat tone, at exactly the same moment. The sham of it settles in the room alongside the incense and the orchestral music and the cameras, and I file the absurdity of that question, directed at two people whose presence here is the direct product of coercion and family politics, under things I will process later when I am alone. The vows arrive. I gather everything I have. I hold his gaze. I keep my voice firm and I say the two words that seal it. I do not stumble. I do not whisper. I say them as a statement of intention because it is the only version of this I

The man fought desperately, "I didn't do anything! I'm being framed! You have no evidence, you can't detain me..." Damien pointed to the surveillance camera above and said to the officers, "There's a camera up there. You can check the footage. As for my wife, she's had too much to drink, so I'll take her home..."