Novel & Cerita Shattered Vows Movie

We had three main vows, vow of life and death, vow of clarity and vow of loyalty. The vows were ment to strengthen the mating bond that was already strong as it was. the first one was the vow of life, that in this life nothing shall seperate them but death, and if you can guess, divorce to us was a rare phenomenon. The second of clarity, that the relation shall be as a clear lake nothing clouds it. The third was a vow of loyalty, that in this life time, the mate shall not be with any other partner but his mate till death set them a side.

“Sophia is right. They will come for you. Loving me is a breach of every law—family, society, blood. But contracts are not meant to be easy. They are meant to be tested.” He took her hand, pressing his lips to her knuckles with reverence. “Do you understand, Kira? This vow may demand fire. It may demand blood. But if you stay… you will never face it alone. Not for a single breath.” Tears burned her eyes, but she nodded, her whisper steady. “Then let the fire come. We’ll sign it with our scars.” And when he kissed her, sealing the vow, it was no longer just love. It was a contract written in blood and fire—eternal, unbreakable, dangerous.

I can’t see my husband anymore because of the crowd that has surrounded them. Suddenly, my legs can’t hold me up. My knees buckle under my weight. At the same time, a pointed heel on my shoe breaks off, and I fall to the ground with a thud. I shake my head in disbelief. Tears run freely down my cheek. It’s one thing that my wolf went from hungry to mate to heartbroken, with earsplitting howls and piercing cries, but why am I feeling so shattered? He’s a contract! It’s not like I’m in love with him…right?

Just fate. And the vows? I won’t wait for the priest to speak. I won’t let her lie through a smile as she promises herself to someone else. My vows will be whispered into her mouth as she gasps. As she shakes. As her hands claw at my back and her lips part with breathless devotion. I will vow to take her again and again. To keep her. To ruin her. I will speak them into her until she’s sobbing and clinging to me, lost and remade.

“But I swear, Adriana… I will bring fire back from these ruins. And when I do, they’ll all burn for what they’ve taken.” The wind tore through the silence, carrying his vow into the darkness. Behind him, a shadow moved—the faint outline of Adriana slipping away down the hall, unseen, her heart broken but her spirit far from crushed. Two vows had been made that night. One of ashes. One of fire. And both would shape the war to come.

“I already am.” And just like that, amidst the shattered serenity and the raw vulnerability, I knew. Whatever storm was coming, whatever darkness lay ahead, we would face it together. Even if it ultimately destroyed us, we would face it hand in hand, our unconventional love a defiant flame against the encroaching night. The fragile peace had been shattered, but in its place, an unbreakable vow had been forged.

His eyes shut and he breathes in—breathes me in—before straightening and guiding me to the altar. The priest speaks to the crowd in botched English and Italian, and soon, it is time for the vows. We repeat the words after the priest, switching turns until the last of our promises leave our lips. In the darkest hour and in ruin. Be my shield. My protector. The wings on which I soar. No longer will I flee. Because the only home I’ll ever own is you. I surrender. I choose you. Today, tomorrow, forever. I am yours. As you are mine.

I made sure they paid—in the cruelest, most humiliating way possible. I tore my father’s company apart, crushed his legacy, and gathered allies who wanted him ruined just as much as I did. And just when I thought I had nothing left to lose, I found my fiancée in bed with my half-brother, Gregory. Chanel had been the last illusion I had about love. And when that illusion shattered, I stopped believing in anything. I swore off women. I lived recklessly, throwing myself into work, into power, into winning.

Vanessa’s voice sliced through the silence, sweet yet laced with venom. “I warned you, Ethan,” she said, her eyes sparkling with triumph. “Didn’t I tell you she was unfaithful? But you wouldn’t listen. You defended her.” I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. Ethan’s gaze locked onto mine. What I saw there shattered me. Agony. Disbelief. Betrayal. “How could you, Liana?” His voice was strained, raw, and broken. “How could you betray me like this?” “No!” The word burst from me, filled with desperation and pleading. “Ethan, it’s not what it looks like! Please, just let me explain...”

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.