Her Vows Novels & Stories

"He is controlled and civilized and he will not cause you a single moment of drama for the rest of your natural life. That is precisely the point." "And the contract?." "Yes." She picks up her cup. Sets it down again without drinking. "The contract." I wait for her next statement. "One year," she says. "Public vows at the parish church. You move into his wealthy home and behave like his wife. Your appearances must be flawless." "And if after a year he hasn't fallen in love with me?" "You come back." Her voice doesn't waver. "The gate closes. You take permanent vows. No second chances, no appeals and no leaving. Sister Raven for the rest of your days."

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.

Zara’s gaze flickered toward the crowd. Her mother. Eyes glassy. Emilia. Frozen still. Chantel and Kemi. Watching her with silent strength. And Regan… just beside her. She could feel the heat of him. The conflict in him. The uncertainty. The priest’s voice faded into the background. Do I really belong here? The moment drew nearer. The vows loomed like a wall she couldn’t climb over. The priest turned to Regan. “Do you, Regan Kareem, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife…”

There was a small smile playing on her lips, ever the queen of mischief. Hades’s eyes blazed. He leaned in, his voice a harsh whisper in her ear. “You will regret that, I promise.” They finished the vows, exchanged rings. The cold metal sliding onto her finger felt less like a band of love and more like a brand. A literal handcuff. She was now Mrs. Hades Vancouver. Ladies and not-so gentlemen, I now present to you the latest couple in town, Time for the reception, the main dish on tonight’s course.

“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.

However, when he stood before me and told me to give Quinn back to Sadie, I felt a rage so intense it was almost uncontrollable. "And what about me?" I asked coldly. He seemed caught off guard by my question, opening and closing his mouth a few times before mumbling, "I'll marry you." As he spoke, his tone grew more confident. "You can divorce him, and I'll marry you. We'll live a good life together," he added. "Don't worry—I won't hold it against you for being divorced." If God had X-ray vision, He would have seen the giant question marks flooding my mind.

"Swear that if you ever try to claim those shares, you forfeit everything." Penelope's eyes darted around the room, finding no allies. "I..." her voice cracked. "I swear." "Louder." "I swear that if I break my oath regarding Diana Knight's shares," Penelope's voice strengthened with desperate anger, "I forfeit everything. My name, my possessions, my home..." "And?" "And..." tears slipped down her cheeks. "And everyone who calls me family or friend." "Perfect." Ashlyn's smile was victorious. "Now seal it."

I sit with my back against a tree, eyes on the flickering flames. After what had seemed like a mass, the officiant, the Holy Priest, had guided us through the vows. I knew I had to hide myself not to raise any suspicion but I was sure that they would recognize that I was not Princess Viviana once they had heard my voice. The vows were nothing out of the ordinary; to love, to cherish and to respect one another. I tried my very best to mimic the miracle princess’ voice and tone, being proud of myself by my talent once we were done.

"But understand something before you walk out that door. I don't lose negotiations. I win them, or I don't start them. The only thing genuinely undecided between us right now is whether you walk into this as my adversary, or as the one person in Madrid who actually understands exactly what she's agreeing to." She shook my hand. Her grip hadn't gotten any less steady in twenty-four hours, which told me something about her. I filed away with everything else, whatever fear lived under that stillness, she'd trained it to obey her long before she ever walked into my rooftop party. "I'll read it three times," she said, letting go first, which felt like its own small, deliberate statement. "And Tor

"Bride please take your vows." "I, Hayl Cain, swear my Happiness and my honesty, swear our mistakes and problems to be shared with trust and faith, with understanding and love. And promise to be the light in his darkness and medicine in his pain. I swear to be his. And only his. Today, tomorrow and till the day my breath gives up on me." "You may kiss the bride." I smiling at her as taking of the damn veil, I pressed my lips on hers rose petals. She too was finally looking little happy as she was as lost in the deepness as much as I was.