Her Vows Novels & Stories

the priest commanded. "Cadeau please recite the vow again," She took in a deep breath and rephrased with her eyes closed this time,. "I- I will love you solely for the rest of my life, every other man in my life will be second and I vow to remain chaste." She articulated. The priest spattered more puffed rice to the hearth the same time Akarui took another step and signified, "May we be blessed with a noble and obedient long eternity as you have brought sacredness into my life and have completed me. And may our hearts be compressed together forever,"

The ceremony passed in a blur for Zara. She could barely recall reciting her vows, though her voice had remained steady, each promise feeling like a chain binding her to a man who had already shown how little he valued her heart. She had perfected her smile, met well-wishers with polite nods, and endured countless congratulations, all for a marriage that felt like a betrayal wrapped in silk and lace.

"Charlotte Valco, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you promise to love, honor, and cherish him through all the days of your life, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, forsaking all others?" Charlotte held Howard's eyes, her past life's scars and this life's resolve steeling her spine, lips parting with deliberate clarity. "I, Charlotte Valco, take you, Howard Carter, to be my husband. I promise to love, honor, and cherish you, in sickness and health, for richer or poorer, forsaking all others, as long as we both shall live." Her tone rang true, infused with foresight's edge—vows not of blind faith, but calculated rebirth.

As she took Tony’s waiting hand, his face alight with pure, unadulterated joy, she almost managed to forget the truth. But the phantom ache between her legs, the lingering taste of Tyler and the secret weight inside her were a constant, throbbing reminder. Standing before the priest, holding Tony’s hands, she recited the vows. They were promises of love, fidelity and honor. She spoke the words clearly, her voice steady. “I do,” she vowed. But her eyes, for one fleeting moment, found Tyler’s in the crowd. The answer to her morning’s question was now as clear and undeniable as the diamond on her finger.

Next to them was an older looking woman and two men. “…it is now time to say your vows." I directed my attention back to the altar. I hadn’t prepared anything special, I didn’t even have the time or the energy. I had to come up with something on the spot, and I expected Christian to do the same. “I, Hazel Bennett, promise to love you through thick and thin, through sickness and health, and promise to be there for you all the days of our lives.” I ran through the vows quickly and was done. It was now Christian’s turn. I looked at him expectantly.

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

He stared at me without blinking. "Who do I think I am? I'm your man—your husband!" I threw my head back and laughed even louder. "My man? My husband? Have you forgotten? We never even registered our marriage!" James froze. The realization hit, and a flicker of panic crossed his face. "What do you mean?" "Didn't I already tell you? I don't want you anymore. "I'm not your Carter family's daughter-in-law. First, I never accepted any property from your family. Second, we never registered our marriage, never held a wedding—we're nothing more than boyfriend and girlfriend.

Camelia pressed trembling fingers against her mouth as tears slipped freely down her face. William’s eyes softened. “You taught me that love isn’t weakness.” He swallowed hard. “It’s the only reason people survive the darkness.” The silver ring trembled slightly in his hand now. And for the first time since she had met him— William Hayden looked truly vulnerable. “Camelia Thorne,” he whispered, “will you marry me?” Silence. Long. Breathless. Camelia stared at him while emotions crashed violently through her chest. She remembered the hatred. The betrayal.

I don’t really know what happened and how I woke up to be here, but I was so sure there’s some strange connection between I and that strange pervert, even though I would hate to admit it. “I don’t know what he sees in you. You’re just some sick girl from the ghetto. Well, he promised to divorce you after some months, I can’t believe he gave out his jersey that I got him for his birthday to a low life cunt.” A low life? I scoffed shaking my head. Wait, what did she mean by divorce me? Are they playing games with me? No, I wouldn’t believe what this seemingly insane girl is saying. No, I refuse to believe I got forced into early marriage. Fuck! I’m just seventeen!

“Do you, Dante Romano, take Caterina Caruso to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage, promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her, for as long as you both shall live?” “I do,” Dante said without missing a beat. I wondered how he did it so easily, lying without an ounce of conscience in his body.