His And Her Vows Books Novels & Stories

I said, voice carrying across the silent lawn, “I bind my life to yours. My enemies are yours. My protection is yours. My name is yours.” She repeated it. Voice steady. “By blood, I bind my life to yours. My enemies are yours. My protection is yours. My name is yours.” The priest nodded. “Now you may seal the vow.” I pulled her close. Kissed her like the world was ending. Deep. Claiming. Possessive. Guests applauded. Some cheered. Some watched with cold calculation. We broke apart. Foreheads touching. “Husband,” she whispered. “Wife.”

“If I say yes.” He seemed to have expected that question. “It looks like we're choosing each other without anything forcing it,” he said. “It looks like building something that belongs to us, not to a system or a situation.” He paused, then added, “It looks like vows that mean something because we chose them, not because they were required.” I felt something shift inside me. “What kind of vows?” I asked quietly. He took another breath. “The kind we decide for ourselves,” he said. “Not words someone else wrote. Not promises that sound right but mean nothing in practice.”

The priest asked them to say the vows as Issac watched her like a hawk. "I promise to love you till my last breath. I promise to always keep you as mine. No power on earth could take you away from me. From now onwards, Innessa belongs to Issac. Innessa Knight. I'll cherish you and make you a queen of my dark heart. In sorrow or joy, you'll be forever mine," he rasped. Issac sounded like a possessed psychopath as he said his vows. She was terrified out of her mind by each word that slipped through his lips.

Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events is coincidental. Cover Art by Shannon Nemechek Marie Lavender © 2013, second edition published 2020, third edition published 2022. GoodNovel edition published 2025. Upon Your Return Book One of the Heiresses in Love Series Marie Lavender Dedication To the one I love – without you, this book might still be a work in progress. I will always be thankful for the chain of events that brought us together. Fate often guides two soul mates in the right direction to find each other.

Tiara held his hand. Only then did his gaze soften a little. He clearly cared more about her. To avenge the humiliation she had suffered years ago, he had spent two entire years planning all of this just to make me pay a thousandfold. He had won, completely. I had finally been hurt enough. My fingers clenched so tightly they shook. I refused to look at him again. Disgusting comments kept flooding my ears. “Damn! I love girls who get all slutty after drinking. Ms. Jackson, I’ll bid ten million for you. One night with me wouldn’t be too much to ask, right?”

Everyone wanted a connection to them. Coincidentally, this poor, blind girl shared the same name, but she could barely move through the world on her own. I looked at her blank eyes with pity and spoke softly, "I'm Caleb Vaughn, from Vaughn Enterprises. I'm sorry for dragging you into that mess today. I can get you the best doctors to treat your eyes, but only if you agree to marry me. If you're willing, just nod." She nodded. I didn't make a show of it. There was no need for dramatics.

Everything. Tears blurred my vision. “No… no, this can’t be real—” My knees wobbled. I wanted to scream, to claw his face, but all that came were more tears. I clutched the papers with shaking hands, my heart shattering with every line my eyes scanned. My company. My inheritance. My name. Even… even my marriage. All gone. “I trusted you…” My voice cracked. “Ethan, I gave you everything. How could you—”

Rings were brought forward. Damien took hers and slid it onto her finger slowly, intentionally. His thumb brushed her skin, light, intimate, unmistakably deliberate. Her pulse jumped traitorously. When she reached for his hand, her fingers trembled. He noticed. The corner of his mouth lifted, barely. The bastard. “I now pronounce you husband and wife,” the officiant said. “You may kiss the bride.” Damien’s hand came to her waist. Firm. Possessive. Very familiar.

she replied with a giggle. “There’s alot of things I’m going to do with that dress tonight just so you know,” I whispered. “Drew, you understand we’re at the altar,” she whispered back. “Oops, my bad,” I said. We both laughed. The vows began. My voice was steady when the priest asked me if I took Kirah to be my wife, to love and cherish her, to give her my name. “I do,” I said without hesitation. The priest turned to her.

At that, he took Kace’s hand and led the way infront of the priest. The ceremony began. Kace tried to get rid of those unwanted thoughts in her mind. She wanted to get this thing over with, without hurting those people around her. Soon after, the exchange of vows took place. Chandler took her hand while saying his vow. “I, Chandler Andrew Parker take you Millie Wilson as my wife, my partner in life and my one true love. I will cherish you for the rest of my life, for better or for worse… till death do us part.”