His And Her Vows Books Novels & Stories

I acted as if I hadn't seen her at all and continued exchanging heartfelt vows with Delilah. Delilah was so moved that tears filled her eyes. "Ry, don't worry. I'll be devoted to you for the rest of my life. I love you." I had heard those same words from Amara before, but for some unexplainable reason, I truly believed Delilah. I believed that she would truly spend the rest of her days with me. "I love you, too." Wrapping our arms around each other, we kissed. I'd never imagined that I could meet such an incredible woman in this lifetime.

“They’re the last ones you’ll ever spend on top.” His brows twitched (confusion, amusement?), but the priest was already talking about love and honor and cherish. Alexander kept squeezing my fingers, grinning at the guests like a man who’d won the lottery. I let him have his moment. Then came the vows. The priest smiled beatifically. “Alexander and Isabella have chosen to recite their own vows.” Alexander went first. Of course he did. He turned to me, voice thick, eyes shining. “Isabella Marie, from the moment you walked into that boardroom three years ago and told me my tie was ugly,”

The hall was empty except for some priests whose eyes never left me and standing in front of them was a godlike being. “Is he an angel?” I muttered, walking slowly down the aisle. But the look on his face told me that I was wasting time, and needed to hurry up. This godlike being can’t be the man I’m marrying, right? Well, I wasn’t given to him as a wife. I was sold to him. But why would such a perfect man agree to marry me? But as I stood before him, my blood ran cold. It was no one but the devil himself. Mikhail Volkov.

She lived for crazy midnights. He was black. She was white. He dominated her. She was possessive of him. He liked to ignore her. She liked his attention. He had lost his soul. Her soul craved him. He was dark. She was the light. He was HADES. She was SPRING. They were opposite souls, but they were bound by seven vows, a pinch of vermillion, and the promises their parents made to each other. But that wasn’t enough for them. He was her hope. She became his addiction. They parted from each other and pressed their foreheads together.

The priest opened his book, then lifted his gaze. His voice was calm. Deep. Echoing throughout the room. “Mr. Adrian… do you take Miss Livia as your wife,” he said slowly, “to live together in the sacred bond of marriage—to love her, to protect her, to honor her, in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and in health, and to remain faithful to her until death do you part?” A brief silence followed. All eyes were on Adrian. Without hesitation. Without pause. “Yes, I do.”

The priest turned towards Vanessa and asked her to repeat the vows after him. "I-I-I, Vanessa Lynn Gorbachev, t-take y-you, Joaquin, Emiliano and Alejandro Fernandez, t-to be my h-h-husbands, to have and t-to hold from t-t-this day forward, for better, f-for worse, for richer, for poorer, i-i-in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, t-till death us do p-p-part, a-according to God's h-holy law, i-i-in the presence of God I-I make this vow." Vanessa took more time in completing her sentence because of her stammering and felt embarrassed in front of a lot of people but the brothers were patiently waiting for her to finish her vow.

Arthur, in a tailored cream suit, stood waiting under a handcrafted arch of olive branches and roses. Their vows were not memorized, but spoken from the heart. "You were the fire that revealed my ashes," Arthur began. "But from those ashes, you called me into light. I vow to honor, cherish, and walk with you through every storm and sunrise." Isabella trembled as she spoke. "You saw me when the world turned away. You stood for me when even I couldn’t stand for myself. With you, I found safety, passion, and purpose. I vow to love you boldly, endlessly, and eternally."

And when it was her time to say her vows, she began to talk with a wavering voice. “I, Iris Patricia Denvier, take you, Alexander Roman Browning, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part.” It was such a simple yet profound vow for her. Deep inside her heart, she hoped their vows could be realized for real in their marriage life, not just because of their contract.

And they did. Thank you for reading TO HAVE AND TO HOLD. I hope you’ve enjoyed the Brutal Vows series. If you missed any of the individual stories, you could start with NOW AND FOREVER, Dario and Catalina’s story. Then, TILL DEATH DO US PART, Alejandro and Mia’s story. BOUND BY A PROMISE, Dante and Camila’s story. Next, QUEENS AND MONSTERS, Reinaldo and Jasmine’s story. The final book of the series is TO HAVE AND TO HOLD. ~ Aleatha

Whenever anyone said I wasn’t worthy of him, he would take my hand and stand beside me without hesitation. Back when Grandma Mae was alive, she had patted his hand and entrusted me to him. His eyes had blazed with certainty as he swore, "Don’t worry, Grandma. I love Lila more than I love myself. I’ll never let her suffer. I promise, we’ll marry in your courtyard, so you can watch her walk down the aisle with your own eyes." Those words had been carved in stone, eternal and unshakable. Alas, I had forgotten that even stone can be worn down, and time can dissolve even the most solemn vows.