Our Deadly Vows Novels & Stories

Chesca Kyrene gave everything to her marriage. She loved her husband Ethan with all her heart, was a loyal, devoted wife, and built their life together from nothing. But three years into their marriage, she discovered the painful truth: Ethan was cheating on her with another woman, someone he claimed he “loved more”. Heartbroken and betrayed, Chesca chose to walk away, even though it meant losing her home, her status, and the life she had dreamed of. She started over from scratch, facing judgment from people who thought she was the one at fault, struggling to survive alone, and healing from the pain of being replaced. Just when she thought love was never meant for her, she met Damian Alistair — a serious, kind, and loyal man who showed her what real love truly is. But the struggle isn’t over. Ethan refuses to let her go, trying to manipulate her, lying to everyone to make himself look like the victim, and even begging her to come back when his relationship falls apart. Chesca now has to fight for her self-worth, learn to trust again, and choose between the man who broke her, and the man who taught her how to love herself again.  

A young couple’s secret vow of love is challenged by betrayal, silence, and the weight of the past. ---------- A vow made in silence is harder to break— and far more dangerous to remember. Taram and Eluan begin as innocent young lovers. They didn’t break up. They broke a vow. Years later, the silence still burns— and love is no longer innocent. Love, faith, and desire collide in a story where betrayal leaves scars, and second chances come at a price. STORY: Drawn together by faith and torn apart by doctrine, a young couple’s secret vow shatters under betrayal—only to resurface years later, when wounded adulthood demands a deeper, more costly kind of love. This is Taram and Eluan’s story. Set in the heart of Africa, it is a journey of love, belief, culture, regret, and second chances—where silence once protected love, and truth now threatens it. WHAT TO EXPECT ✔️ Slow-burn romance ✔️ Deep emotional connection ✔️ Faith, belief, and moral conflict ✔️ Culture shock & African storytelling ✔️ Drama, longing, and second chances ✔️ Love tested by time, silence, and truth

Avina Drene-Graves spent her first life being loyal, obedient, and blind to the rot around her—until she was framed, tortured, and murdered by her husband, her sister, and the family who raised her. But fate gives her a second chance. Reborn five years earlier, Avina vows to destroy the people who orchestrated her downfall. Her plan begins with the one man powerful enough to topple the Graves dynasty from within: Ronan Graves—her ex-husband’s cold, feared, dangerously controlled uncle. Avina seduces him with lies. He ensnares her with obsession. Their marriage becomes a weapon, their chemistry a battlefield. As Avina dismantles her enemies one by one, buried secrets crawl back to life—illegal experiments, missing people, and a hidden order that once claimed her mother. But when the shadows of the past target Ronan’s daughters, Avina must confront the darkest truth of all: Some monsters weren’t meant to be escaped. They were meant to be killed. *A dark rebirth romance filled with power, obsession, revenge, and a love that destroys everything in its way.* ⚠️ Content Advisory This story contains dark and mature themes, including past sexual assault (non-graphic), cult abuse, psychological and emotional manipulation, medical trauma, forced pregnancy themes, violence, kidnapping, and morally gray characters. Reader discretion is advised.

Diana Fallacia Cueva was born into privilege, the heiress to Dairy-Fair Cosmetics, but she refused to be defined by her last name. She dreamed of becoming a world-renowned model on her own terms, free from the suffocating grip of high society. But fate was cruel. Without her knowledge, she was sold into marriage—to Ruther Yanno Wrevco, the ruthless CEO of the world’s most powerful luxury empire. Ruther was everything she despised—cold, controlling, and dangerously untouchable. But what she didn’t know was that her marriage was not a business deal—it was an act of vengeance. Ruther Yanno Wrevco was not the man the world believed him to be. He was Dale Polo Garzias, the last heir of a fallen mafia clan, a family wiped out in a massacre orchestrated by Diana’s father. Adopted and shaped into a powerful force, he had spent years waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Marrying Diana was his final move. She was meant to be his captive, his punishment, his pawn in a game of retribution. But Diana was never meant to fall for the man who destroyed her life. And Ruther was never meant to crave the woman he vowed to break. Their passion was a war, their love an addiction. Yet when Diana discovered the truth—that the real enemy had been within her own family all along—it shattered everything. Bound by betrayal, obsession, and a love neither could control, they stood at the edge of destruction. In a world where power is everything, would they rise as lovers or fall as enemies?

One night. One kiss. One viral humiliation. Livia Harper built Theo Whitford’s dying company into a billion-dollar empire while carrying his child in secret. On their second anniversary, in front of two hundred cameras, Theo introduced his college sweetheart as “the woman I’ve always loved” and kissed her like Livia never existed. Twenty-four hours later Livia is Mrs. Alexander Kane (the most ruthless billionaire in America and Theo’s oldest enemy). The contract is simple: one year of fake marriage, seventy-five million dollars, and the total annihilation of Theo Whitford’s life. Rules: No feelings. The baby stays a secret. When the year ends, she disappears forever. But contracts weren’t made for the kind of fire that ignites when the woman who has nothing left to lose marries the man who’s never lost anything. Some vows are made to be broken. Others are made to burn the world down.

On our tenth wedding anniversary, I was trapped in a cabin with my daughter, Sofia Costello, as floodwaters raged outside. With shaking hands, I used the emergency satellite phone to call my mafia husband, Henson Costello, and begged for help. I dialed more than 90 times before the call finally went through, yet all I heard was the breathy moans of his first love, Angelina Rossi, on the other end. "Henson...slower..." Before I could even process the shock of his betrayal, I heard a conversation that sent me straight into hell. "That kid was dead weight anyway. Trading him for control of Pier 9 was the best deal the family ever made." It seemed that Leo Costello, my son, who had supposedly drowned at the beach five years ago, had not died in an accident after all. Henson had used him as part of a business deal. All this time, I had been drowning in guilt for taking him to that beach, blaming myself for the tragedy. I never knew the truth was this cruel. Tears streamed down my face as my body shook uncontrollably. After ten years of marriage, I finally realized I had never truly known the man I loved and sacrificed everything for. I picked up my phone again and dialed Vincenzo Moretti's number. "Vince, I'll marry you. But you have to help me destroy the Costello family from power." After a brief silence, his voice came through the line. "Aurelia Astor, I've been waiting ten years to hear you say that."

I was a child who was born in a vocational school's toilet. To my mom, I was a stain in her life that she was given birth to after having her cherry popped by a delinquent when she was still young. I knew that Mom had been trying to kill me. Unfortunately, she hadn't succeeded so far. The first time she tried to get rid of me was when she decided to give birth to me in the toilet. It was a cold, winter month, yet she didn't give me anything warm to wear. The second time she attempted murder was when she got into grad school, which was based in the north. No one was around to take care of me, so she turned on the gas while holding me in her arms and clutching her train ticket. The third and last time happened when Mom was about to marry the man she loved. On the night before her wedding, she had tears streaming down her cheeks as she told me, "You're nothing but a burden. You ruined my life! "Do you know that I can only forget about all the pain and suffering you caused me after you die? Only then can I start a brand new chapter in my life!" I wiped Mom's tears off her face with my tiny hand. So, her wish was for me to die. On my birthday, my fever hit 104 degrees Fahrenheit. That was when I finally received the first slice of birthday cake in my entire life. I didn't have the heart to eat it, so I made my wish solemnly. "I hope that I will die soon." I heard that birthday wishes often came true. That way, Mom would be very happy.

Saphira Vale built her empire alone—until a ruthless rival threatened to destroy it. Enter Caelum Drayke: billionaire, enemy, and her only way out. His solution? A marriage of convenience. Six months. No love. No strings. But fake kisses ignite real sparks, and playing his perfect bride blurs every line. In his world of power and secrets, falling for him might be the most dangerous deal of all. --- “Smile, Saphira,” Caelum murmured, his hand firm on my waist as cameras flashed. “You’re insufferable,” I hissed through my perfect grin. He leaned closer, lips brushing my ear. “You wanted protection. This is the cost.” Then he kissed me soft, commanding, dangerous. It was supposed to be for show. It didn’t feel that way. Across the gala, Lucien’s smirk promised trouble: “Let the games begin.”

I have two kidneys. I've given one of them to my wife, Teagan Holt. In just one year, Teagan and her childhood sweetheart, Morgan Backman, have gone through all 72 karmasutra positions in bed. They can't wait to experience them all over again. My other kidney is given to Morgan. They've used 365 condoms, and the water bill is more than five times its regular rate. Teagan can't even get out of bed every day from how sore she is. Two years later, when Morgan needs another kidney transplant in order to survive, Teagan steps into the manor on her own. She looks everywhere for me, only to see our nine-year-old son, Milo Shepherd, crouching at the doorway. "Milo, as long as you can convince your dad to donate his kidney to Mr. Backman, I'll allow you to come home with me." Milo just stares up at Teagan innocently. "But Mom, you have Dad's other kidney inside you."

The classified project I was working on wrapped up ahead of schedule, so I made sure to get back on my daughter's birthday. When I walked in, a girl I had never seen before was wearing my daughter's princess dress, a crown perched on her head. She sat in front of a cake as tall as she was, eyes closed, making a wish. I frowned and stepped closer. "Who are you? Why are you wearing my daughter's dress? Where's Heidi?" Before she could answer, two housemaids rushed out and started yelling at me. "Where the hell did you come from? How dare you talk to our boss's daughter like that? If you know what's good for you, get out! When the boss gets back, you won't like what happens." I stood there, confused. Boss? The boss's daughter? In this house, wasn't it just me and my daughter, Heidi Foster? I barely had time to speak before they shoved me toward the front door. In the middle of the pushing, something caught my eye. Off to the side, chained to a pillar, was Heidi. The girl I used to hold like she was the most precious thing in the world was now sprawled on the ground, digging through a dog bowl for food. A thick iron chain was locked around her neck, and her body was covered in bruises. My vision tightened. "Heidi, what happened to you?" The moment our eyes met, her hollow gaze filled with tears. She shrank back, then let out a soft bark at me, like a frightened dog. The maids looked at her with open disgust. One of them sneered, "Our boss said that that little thing was born to live like a dog. You have to keep her chained up if you want her to behave."