His And Her Vows Books 소설 & 이야기

The Wedding Vows The sun has arisen on the island surrounded by mountains and rocks surrounding the ocean, birds are chanting at the window pane of penthouse room its like a sweet symphony that plays in her heart. Today is a fairy tale, bells are ringing in her ears, She couldn't believe that on this day she can be with Sergeant Herrera as his wife, life partner, companion in hardship and comfort in sickness and in health and it just begins as she takes a vow for the man she loves in the eyes of God.

“Uh, sis? When you put it like that—.” “Now to the terms and conditions,” she flipped the file open. “There will be no feelings attached. Neither would there be justifiable acts of jealousy or envy. No one is bound to the other in actuality, so you can have your actual partners over, provided that they are aware of and agree with the detailed instructions concerning the arrangement. You are to utilize separate bedrooms during the course of this pact. Sexual activities with each other are highly inappropriate and should be avoided at all costs, regarding the—.”

“Once we say ‘I do,’ my inheritance is sealed. That’s the deal, Morleigh. That’s all it ever was.” My name. The way he said it—it wasn’t tender. It wasn’t soft. It was sterile. Formal. Cold. I swallowed hard, throat burning. There was no love in that room. No warmth. Just paperwork and pressure dressed up in flowers and vows. This wasn’t a wedding. It was a deal. And I? I was the fine print.

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.

ISLA POV I hummed along with the song as I swirled happily. After all, my longtime crush turned husband was finally coming back home. After freshening up, I wore a red floral dress that hugged my curves perfectly. My makeup was light and I brushed down my wavy strawberry blonde hair. A knock on the door and I granted whoever it was permission to come in. "Good morning ma'am Isla," a junior maid greeted, flashing me a cheeky smile. I sighed, "good morning Kiara and for Pete's sake, don't call me ma'am anymore. Isla is just fine."

But she also knew that even the strongest empires had weaknesses, vulnerabilities that could be exploited. He sat on the edge of the bed, his posture relaxed, yet his eyes still intense. He leaned forward, his breath warm against her cheek. “You have the potential to be a valuable ally. Or a significant threat. Choose wisely.” "My choice has already been made," she whispered, the words carrying the weight of centuries of defiance. He rose, his eyes blazing. His temper was a simmering volcano, always threatening to erupt. "And what choice is that, precisely?”

PART 14 “As I said earlier, this ceremony is not just a wedding. It is also the rekindling of a friendship we once believed was lost.” Victor paused for a moment, his calm voice echoing through the grand hall. Hundreds of eyes remained fixed on him while the soft golden lights above reflected against the crystal decorations hanging from the ceiling. “On behalf of my family and myself, thank you to everyone who came here today. I hope you are all enjoying yourselves. Thank you.”

‘I, your name, take you, your husband's name to be my lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish till death do us part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I give thee my pledge. I took a deep breath with my heart pounding wildly in my chest. I am saying a vow in God's presence. I should as well mean it. I will do my part while the marriage lasts. Even if it’s only a short while. ‘I, Lorie Amaris take you, Asher Hardin to be my lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in

“You’re not just the woman I married out of convenience, Ashlyn. You’re the woman I’d marry a hundred times over, in every lifetime.” She blinked, surprised by the strength of his voice. "That’s quite a statement, Mr. Knight." He inclined closer, his voice becoming a whisper. "It is not a statement." “It’s a commitment.” Before she had a chance to reply, the noise of a spoon striking a glass resonated throughout the room. Everyone's attention was focused on Ashlyn while Steven White was at the podium.

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!