Novel & Cerita Sacred Vows

Marco stepped in, steam curling around him like some kind of dramatic entrance effect. The buzzcut only made his already sharp face sharper. "I should be fasting today," he said, settling across from me in his all-white habit like some chill, holy hot priest. Then—he grabbed a slice of meat and popped it in his mouth. Broth clung to his lips. Distracting. Too distracting. "Thought you were fasting?" He licked the corner slow, deliberate. "Fridays are for fasting. But I'd break any rule for you."

"Trash like you cheating in marriage… You won’t get a cent of his money!" Mr. Grant boomed in a righteous voice, "Adulterous scum must leave with nothing!" "Divorce her! The Grants won’t tolerate this filth!" I lifted my head. A wall of faces surrounded me, towering above, condemning me like a jury. My throat clogged with tears I couldn’t release. When I bit down hard, copper flooded my mouth. My voice was hoarse as I said, "Leave with nothing? Sure! Divorce? Fine!"

A low chuckle escaped his lips before his expression darkened and his face turned serious. "Let’s discuss the important part." He paused and studied my face for a moment, making me even more nervous than I already was. "This will be a contract marriage. After one year, we’ll get divorced." It took me a few seconds to process his words. I stared at him in shock. "What?" "I need a wife to secure my position within the family business. In return, your reputation remains safe. It’s beneficial for both of us." A contract marriage? Out of every possible scenario I had imagined, this had never crossed my mind.

“Do you, Dante Romano, take Caterina Caruso to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage, promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her, for as long as you both shall live?” “I do,” Dante said without missing a beat. I wondered how he did it so easily, lying without an ounce of conscience in his body.

We both had come so far, and now we stood together, ready to begin the rest of our lives. The ceremony was a blur, the vows spoken from both our lips were meaningful, heartfelt. As the priest declared us husband and wife, I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face. Luca’s lips twitched upward too, just enough for me to see the happiness, the pride in his eyes. And when he kissed me, it was everything. It wasn’t just a kiss—it was the culmination of years of pain, struggle, and love. It was a promise, a vow to always stand by each other. To never give up. To fight for what we had.

Zara’s gaze flickered toward the crowd. Her mother. Eyes glassy. Emilia. Frozen still. Chantel and Kemi. Watching her with silent strength. And Regan… just beside her. She could feel the heat of him. The conflict in him. The uncertainty. The priest’s voice faded into the background. Do I really belong here? The moment drew nearer. The vows loomed like a wall she couldn’t climb over. The priest turned to Regan. “Do you, Regan Kareem, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife…”

"You said before that you were traumatized because your mom nearly died giving birth to you. Then, you told me that you would never have a child in this lifetime. But when it's for Lionel, you're suddenly unafraid." Rhiannon argued, "That's because I owe him this. Back then, he was seriously injured while saving me and became impotent. What's wrong with me giving him a child? He saved my life! Can you please stop being so unreasonable?" Her eyes reddened as she glared at me. She insisted that the pregnancy was done via in vitro fertilization and that the Devine family would raise the child themselves. So, according to her, we didn't need to worry about anything.

Next to them was an older looking woman and two men. “…it is now time to say your vows." I directed my attention back to the altar. I hadn’t prepared anything special, I didn’t even have the time or the energy. I had to come up with something on the spot, and I expected Christian to do the same. “I, Hazel Bennett, promise to love you through thick and thin, through sickness and health, and promise to be there for you all the days of our lives.” I ran through the vows quickly and was done. It was now Christian’s turn. I looked at him expectantly.

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

They were marching straight toward the elite world that had spawned them, armed with secrets, lies, and a shared hunger for vengeance. When they finally broke apart, breathless and flush with adrenaline, Theodore reached over and grabbed his discarded coffee mug, raising it in a silent toast toward the dark window overlooking the rain-soaked streets. "To the Bellweather family," Theodore said, his eyes glittering with cold promise. "May their charity be exceedingly generous." Adrian picked up his own glass, clinking it against Theodore’s with a sharp, echoing ring that cut through the silence of the loft. "And may they never see us coming."