Shattered Vows Movie Novels & Stories

"A legal marriage. Binding contract. You become Mrs. Marchetti, play the role of devoted wife in public, and in exchange, I erase every debt your family owes. I secure your sister's future. I restore the Ashford name to its former glory." "That's insane." "That's business." He unfolded the document and held it out to me. "Three years. That's all I'm asking. Three years of your life, and your family gets to keep their dignity." I didn't take the paper. Couldn't. My heart was hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. "Why? Why me? Why would you possibly want…" "My reasons are my own." His voice went cold. "You have seventy-two hours to decide. After that, the offer expires, and your fami

"I thought that control was the only thing that prevented me from shattering. That if I just controlled everything—my business, my relationships, even you—I would never shatter. But I was wrong. I lost you, and I shattered." Isla didn't know what to say. Her rage had been such a faithful companion. Letting it go now was like skydiving without a parachute. "And what of Vivienne?" she asked, not wincing when she spoke the name. "You were betrothed to her while leaving me notes under my door." Killian let out a slow breath, the guilt weighing his shoulders down.

Alaric spat. “Oh, so she matters,” the brother mused, his breath ghosting my cheek. “More than the empire? More than your inheritance? More than the vow you broke?” My pulse stuttered. “What vow?” I rasped. He leaned closer, so close his lips almost brushed my ear. “The vow that tied him to me. Blood vows don’t break, Saphira. They only punish.” Alaric cursed under his breath something harsh, ragged. He knew what the brother meant.

I collapsed against him, shaking, skin blistered where the cuff had burned into me. Lucian held me tight, his chest heaving. His lips brushed my temple, rough and desperate. “He won’t have you. I swear it. I’ll tear the world apart before I let him.” Tears stung my eyes, but I forced a nod against his chest. “I believe you.” For the first time, I truly did. But even as his warmth wrapped around me, the whisper of the Shadow Alpha coiled in the back of my mind. Every vow is a chain. And every chain breaks.

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

Blood sprayed, soaking his shirt. "Chris!" I screamed. Vanessa pointed at us, yelling, "Shut them up! Cut them into pieces! My husband is Clarence Thompson! Whatever happens, I've got this!" The goons closed in, their blades glinting. Chris stood firm, his voice shaking with fury. "The Thompsons, huh? Now this is war!" Another knife struck, slicing into his abdomen. He grunted, blood spilling onto me, hot and metallic. A goon swung a chair, smashing it over his head.

It’s not about sex, it’s about authenticity… and maybe a little fun if you’re open-minded. I groan. “I hate him.” Maya fans herself. “You love that you hate him.” “Shut up.” “I can’t. This is better than N*****x.” Another message blinks in before I can lock the screen. > Arrogant bitch: Despite your opinion of me, I don’t plan to hurt you. The contract protects Leo first. You have my word. The change of tone knocks the air out of me. My thumb hesitates above the glass.

It was like it was painted on her body and the shoes, they were the fuck me type of heels making her legs look so fucking long and lean. She held a bouquet of white roses and walked to me. I stepped forward as soon as she was close enough and took her hands in mine and kissed the back of both of them and turned us to face the priest. "Tyson, said you guys wanted to keep it short and sweet, so I'm going to skip most of what I usually say and skip to your vows. Tyson would like you to go first?" I turned to face Tess, and she gave me the sweetest smile. "Tess, I vow to be your protector and provider, your safe space, Ti amo."

And this man… this version… was the one I had begged for. But he didn’t exist. And I wasn’t sure if I wanted him anymore. I slipped out of bed once his breathing deepened, padded barefoot to the kitchen, and pulled the burner phone from the back of the freezer. Still there. Still glowing with betrayal. — Meanwhile… Emily threw her glass of wine at the wall. It shattered. Red droplets sprayed across white walls like blood. She paced her condo like a panther. No calls. No updates. No visits allowed.

The slap landed weakly, with almost no force. Yet, it seemed to deal Shane a crushing blow. His whole body went rigid. "Shane, do you even know what her filthy rumors have caused? Three newlywed couples have already demanded their money for the wedding back. One woman has undergone an abortion. Her husband is threatening suicide! And now you want me to go apologize—have you thought about what they'll do to me?" Shane closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.