His Vows Her Vows Book Novels & Stories

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.

I sink back against the pillow, my body finally giving in. And then I hear her. Her voice. Soft, tender, whispering in my ear. “Keith… I vow to love you, always. To stand beside you in the light and in the dark. To be yours, now and forever.” The words echo in my mind, sweet and devastating. They are the vows she spoke only hours ago, words meant to bind us together until the end of time. I can almost feel her breath on my cheek, warm and steady. I can almost feel her hand slip into mine.

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.

I look down at my hands. “Two cries. That was the deal. One when I found out. One when it was over.” I lift my head again. “But then the third time was after the reception, when the dress was gone and I stood in front of that same mirror. Same bathroom. Same woman staring back. Just me. I cried that night because it was real. The vows had shattered before they were ever spoken. The betrayal was already written into the day. I cried when I allowed myself to feel it, because I was done pretending.

I stared at the file, a war between fury and fatigue rising in me. “She didn’t just steal my husband. She stole my peace.” Lucas nodded. “Then take it back.” That night, I sat on my balcony, stars scattered across the sky like secrets. Sophie Lane had disappeared. But not for long. This wasn’t about revenge anymore. It was about closure. About justice. About ensuring no one else got hurt the way I did. Because in the end, Shattered Vows wasn’t just the title of my story. It was a warning.

I don’t bother to look at her. However, she grabbed my hand, making me stop. "You're amazing," she whispered as her lips curled into a satisfied smile. I slowly looked at her. With her eyes half-lidded, she looked clearly satisfied. Then again, every woman did. It wasn't anything new. A smirk appeared on my face. "Don't worry about the deal," she added softly. "I'll make sure my husband signs it." I reached out and grabbed her jaw. My eyes turned dark and unreadable. "Why should I worry when I know I have you on my side?"

she said, her voice carrying through the chamber, woven with echoes of a thousand heartbeats. “Did you ever doubt I would?” Her gaze softened. “Once, maybe. But not anymore.” He took a cautious step closer. The light shifted around him, bending like wind through tall grass, reacting to his presence. Every movement made the vow pulse harder, faster — as if it could sense the weight of their bond. “What is this place?” he asked quietly. “The vow’s core,” she said. “The beginning and the end of everything it ever touched.” She looked around, almost wistful. “Every promise ever made lives here. Every one broken, too.”

Clara set the book on the table. “You opened something in me,” she whispered. “And now you’re afraid of what it opened in you.” His eyes lifted to hers steady, dark, unguarded. “Yes.” The word felt like heat. Slow, controlled, dangerous. Clara sat at the far end of the table. Not beside him. Close enough that the silence could bridge what their bodies wouldn’t. “You said the purpose of vows is to decide what you serve when desire comes,” she said. “So what are you choosing now?”

BLOOD AND VOWS --- CHAPTER THREE THE WEDDING “A vow made under pressure is still a chain.” --- Rain fell like gunfire on the church roof. The stained-glass windows cast blood-colored light across the pews. Men in suits filled every row—mafia kings, their soldiers, their ghosts. Nobody smiled. This wasn’t a wedding. It was a ceasefire dressed in silk. Emilia stood at the back of the aisle, veil covering half her face, spine straight. Rosa adjusted her train with trembling hands.

My fists hit his shoulder again and again as everything I had buried exploded. “I endured you!” I screamed. “For two years! I tolerated everything!” I hit him again. “You stopped touching me! You stopped looking at me! And still, I never looked at another man!” Tears streamed down my face. “I was loyal to you!” I cried. “You promised to love me! To protect me after our vows ! But you mistreated me. You broke me every day!” The woman scoffed. “He never loved you. It was me. It’s always been me.”