Promises Wedding Novels & Stories

Preston said, "why we should trust that this marriage will hold together long enough to satisfy the trust's requirements, let alone project any kind of stability to our partners." "Because it will hold," Callum said, "whether any of you believe it or not." "That's not an answer." "It's the only one I have." His eyes finally found mine, briefly, unreadable. "The wedding proceeds as scheduled." "Tomorrow." Preston laughed, short and disbelieving. "You want to walk this family into a wedding tomorrow, with press camped at the gate and half the internet calling your bride a formality?" "Yes." "That's insane."

"I'm asking as a favor. I want you to promise me something." "Tell me." "Whatever happens during this year... whatever you find out about me or my family..." I took a breath. "I want you to promise you'll tell me the truth, no games, no secrets. If you're going to end this marriage, I want to know why." He studied me for a long moment; the wind moved his hair across his forehead. His jaw tightened. "I promise," he said. I didn't believe him. How could I? He was a De Luca; promises meant nothing to men like him. But I signed anyway and put the pen to the paper and wrote my name.

"Don Alejandro's closest friend... and his kumparé." I slowly leaned back against my chair. "And because of that," I said flatly, "I'm expected to marry his daughter?" Attorney Castillo didn't answer my question. Instead, he continued reading. "'The marriage must be entered into in good faith. My grandson shall treat his wife with dignity and respect. He shall build a genuine family with her, not merely fulfill this condition in name.'" I almost laughed again. This couldn't be real. A marriage clause? In a corporate inheritance? Was my grandfather actually serious when he wrote this?

"I was wrong, Rina. I lost my head just now. Does your face hurt?" He smacked his own forehead in frustration. "I'm sure you know Cece's pregnant and needs special attention. Anyone in my place would have been anxious. Don't be jealous. My heart and soul belong to you." I couldn't help but sneer inwardly. His promises felt as cheap and easy as air. "Let's get our marriage certificate next week and hold our wedding the day after," he continued, saying things that made me sick to my stomach. "I'm not a fan of the baby's breath necklace, but if you like it, you can wear it. Also, you said you wanted to go to Finholm for our honeymoon. I've already planned half of the trip!"

Right after he was done imagining a life where they were happy together. Yet when the time came, and he finally had her in his hold, his mind had just gone blank. Even after everything, he couldn't bring himself to hurt her. But he would, he promised. His pain deserved justice. He assured himself that the pain in his heart would lessen only when there would be tears in her eyes. Only when she would be as broken as he was, he will be satisfied. "Right away, sir." Daisy bowed dramatically, pretending to tip off her imaginary hat. Even now she realized, she liked the annoyance that clouded his features at her unnecessary theatrics.

“Maybe then you darling mother would have moved on, instead of waiting for me” Statements like that hurts me a lot, and makes dealing with my father much harder. My mother is not out there waiting. My father simply won’t let the memories go. “I promise I will marry dad and provide an heir. I won’t let cousin Poul take over anything. I just need to find the right woman”. A woman of a kind that I can never ever love. “Maybe Skye is your type. I promise, if you like her when she arrives, I will do the honorable thing and step aside and you can marry her today”.

He will heal your wounds with his love and care. The future ahead of you is dangerous, my child, but always remember that with your “Promise Mate” beside you, both of you shall conquer your enemies. I don't know if you will remember this when you grow up, but never let what will happen today ruin your life, child. You have a bigger responsibility ahead. But you can never accomplish it without your “Promise Mate." The Oracle spoke gently to Theo, who kept nodding his head as if he understood what the old woman was saying

I'd jumped up to give him a big hug, giggling in his ear: "Meeting you was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me." He'd hugged me back so tight I could barely breathe. "Meeting you was my blessing. I promise I'll make lots of money in the future and make you the happiest person alive!" Now I walked aimlessly through the snow, thinking how ridiculous those sweet memories and promises seemed. He had plenty of money now, but instead of keeping his promise, he'd transferred all that affection to his mistress.

“Let’s promise each other that we will use the uprising to stop your marriage and make ours possible. And if the uprising doesn’t work out, we’ll promise each other today that we’d rather die together than marry someone other than each other.” “I promise.” I said holding out my pinkie. He suddenly left my hair to fall over my shoulders. “I promise too.” He said and crossed his fingers before me. We laughed. “What’s this?” He asked me. “I don’t know, I think this is how we promise where I come from.” “Okay, let’s do it your way.” He said holding out his pinkie too. “So just like this?” I hooked my pinkie with his and we smiled. “It’s a promise then.” He said smiling down at me.

Built in the garden of the house we bought together in San Francisco. Serena and Lucas are here. Clara and Derek. Sophie, who made me promise to get a prenup even though we’re not engaged yet. My mom, who cried when she met Ethan and heard the whole story. My uncle James, who grilled Ethan for an hour before grudgingly admitting he was “acceptable.” It’s not a wedding. It’s a promise ceremony. A commitment to keep choosing each other, to keep being honest, to keep building something real. “Years ago,” Ethan says, holding my hands, “I promised to find you. And I did. Today, I’m making a new promise. To see you, to choose you, to love you for exactly who you are. No secrets. No lies. Just us.”