Novel & Cerita His Vows Her Vows Book

I wanted to be your partner, not your project. He turned the page. You made me feel beautiful and broken at the same time. And that contradiction lived in me like wildfire." Page after page, her voice bleed through. Raw. Honest. Forgiving in some places. Devastating in others. By the time she was finished, Killian was holding the book with white knuckles. If you ever find your way back to me, I won't make it easy. Because love shouldn't be easy. But if you're still willing to fight. then maybe we have a chance."

“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.” After Chandler placed the ring on her finger, it was her time to say her vow. “I, Millie Wilson take you Chandler Andrew Parker to be my husband…” She paused, swallowing hard and looking at Chandler. Her hand was trembling as she held the ring on the guy’s hand. “…and I will cherish you…” She wasn’t able to finish her sentence anymore, when a loud bang echoed inside the church.

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.

And smiled evilly at her. The Bishop then look towards Elena and speaks up, "Do, you Elena Marshall, Take, Demon Knight, To be your husband, To have and to hold, From this way forward, For better, for worser, For richer, for poorer, In sickness and in health, To love and to cherish, Till death, do yo part" Elena looked towards her would be husband and speaks up," I do" The Bishop then give them the weeding ring and they slipped it into each other's hand..

I looked up. The priest stared at me for one sad second, before he cleared his throat and began the vows. “Do you accept Dimitri Volkov, as your lawful husband..” My nails dug into my palms, as I clenched my fist. No please, I wouldn't. I will never! “To have and to hold..” My throat constricted. “from this day forward, for better or for worse,” I reached out one hand to steady my pounding heart. “for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until death do you part?”

​"But there is one thing you need to understand," Victor said, rising from his chair. "This marriage will happen. I have already given my word." ​"Without my consent?" Zane’s voice sharpened, his hands curling into fists. ​"Yes. This is about more than you, Zane. This is the only way I can rebuild a friendship that was shattered years ago. I won't let your stubbornness stop that." ​"So my life is just a tool for your guilt?" Zane asked, his voice trembling with a mix of hurt and anger.

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!

He had written, "Sera, you are my entire world. Thanks to you, my world is filled with light again. I will love you and protect you forever. I believe we will grow old together. We'll love each other for the rest of our lives." Seraphina read each line slowly. The piece of paper held 19-year-old Caelum's deep, youthful devotion. When she reached the end, she smiled in silence as moisture pooled in the corners of her eyes. She placed the vow back beside the bloodstone and carried both, along with the pieces of tapestry she had cut, into the garden. There, she lit them all on fire. Wordlessly, she watched as the tapestries and the bloodstone turned into a handful of ash.

She'd always gotten away with it before—because Paolo let her. Too late. The bodyguards started closing in, and all she could do was beg. Then Paolo's voice again, cold and final: "No anesthesia. She brought this on herself. If she hadn't schemed, Aurora would still be mine." Click. Dead again. Zoe was wrecked. Strapped to the table, wide awake for the whole thing. All she could do was scream. Again and again, she cried out, "I was wrong! I was wrong!" Whether she regretted what she'd done—or just regretted picking the wrong guy—we'd never know.

After all, I had made her life a battlefield. I reached across the table, my fingers brushing lightly against hers. She didn’t pull away. Not this time. It was subtle, but it was there—an unspoken acknowledgment of the trust, however tentative, that we were trying to rebuild. “I can’t promise you that it will be easy,” I said, my voice softer now. “But I will fight for us. Every single day.” She met my gaze, her eyes finally settling on mine, her face softening just the slightest bit. “I don’t need promises, Luca. I need actions.”