Shattered Vows Novel Harper And Ethan Novels & Stories

“You brought her.” Lyra stepped forward. “You know me?” The Warden lifted her head. Her eyes were blind, milky white—but they locked onto Lyra with frightening precision. “I know your blood. I tasted it once, long ago. When your mother bled into the soil to seal her vow.” Lyra’s breath caught. “What vow?” “To break the prophecy,” the Warden whispered. “But fate is not so easily undone.” She raised a hand. The vines wrapped around the scroll Kael carried, lifting it from his grip.

" You are aware of that. She squinted, moving even nearer. The space between them was charged with tension, feelings swirling precariously. "Why would you take that action?" What made you betray me in that way? "You made a promise to me, Ethan." Her voice wavered when she said his name, yet she remained resolute. Ethan stepped closer to her, but she raised a hand abruptly. "No." Her tone had become tough now. "You assured me you would stay with me as I worked through it." You told me that you would give me time to heal. "You stated that my recovery mattered more than anything else."

With a soft clink, two dull platinum wedding bands tumbled out. Inside the bands, our initials were still engraved. At that moment, every last bit of strength drained from my body. I lifted a hand to cover my eyes and sobbed. The fifteen-year-old Pierse had made his promise with a heart full of certainty. And the fifteen-year-old Eva was simply happy to believe that the two of them would grow old together. Back then, neither of us knew the truth. When the fifteen-year-old Pierse made that promise, those very words came back like a bullet—hitting the twenty-eight-year-old Pierse right between the eyes.

I bent forward and pressed my forehead to the floor with a dull thud. The hardwood was cold, and the cold spread up through my knees and into the rest of me. [Progress: one percent.] His friends laughed, the sound passing around the room. "Ethan, this girl's something else. You tell her to kowtow and she just does it?" Ethan had a cigarette between his lips, his eyes narrowed, smoke leaking from the corner of his mouth. I didn't stop. I kept going until my forehead split and blood ran down past my brow and dripped onto the floor.

“Stop pretending to be the good one.” He glared at me. “I married you because I thought you were the one quietly supporting me…” “But now I know exactly who that person really was.” “Not only did you steal Tiara’s credit, you even leaked our company’s design drafts to a competitor. I gave you the dignity a wife deserves and you repaid me by cutting off every path I had. As such, sorry… letting the Jackson Group perish was my only choice.”

"You never wanted me. You wanted her." Damien didn't deny it. That was somehow worse than if he'd lied. Isabella turned to leave the stage, to flee this nightmare, but she didn't make it far. The room spun violently, her vision tunneling to a pinpoint. She felt herself falling, heard screams, felt hands catching her before she hit the ground. The last thing she saw before darkness claimed her was Damien, still on stage, pulling Sophia Laurent into his arms and kissing her. Kissing her while Isabella collapsed. Kissing her while cameras flashed and the crowd watched and Isabella's heart shattered into pieces too small to ever put back together.

"Victoria set me up! She forced me to say it! Madi, you know I love you! Ahh, God, help me up!" "Forced you?" The shadow that fell over Austin wasn't Madison's. It was larger. Heavier. Ethan Harper stepped out of the smoke, his boots crunching on the debris. He didn't look like a CEO now. He looked like the Cursed Alpha, his presence a physical pressure that made the fire behind them flicker and die down. Ethan didn't say a word. He reached into his coat and dropped a stack of glossies. They fluttered down, landing in the pool of blood spreading around Austin’s crushed leg.

The light in his eyes had been extinguished completely. The tide of time could not be undone, and shattered vows could never be restored.

Harper started, but I held up my hand. "I don't blame Violet," Ethan continued, and my blood boiled at his use of my name. "People grow apart. Marriage is hard. I just wish she'd been honest with me instead of..." He paused, like he was fighting tears. "Instead of letting me find out the way I did." "He's acting like he's the victim," I whispered. "It gets worse," Harper said.

"Swear to me. Swear ya'll guard it. No more land beefs. No more small scraps. Just together. Just might. Just making it." "We swear," they hit as one. Bunch of Alpha tones vowing. "We swear." Wanted more talk. Wanted to hand orders. Wanted to confirm all'd be fine post-me. But body hit wall. Wipe-out too much. Hurts too deep. Wreck too full. Eyes shut. Couldn't hold 'em. Couldn't battle shadows rolling from every side. Couldn't fight the tug of end that'd waited but now claimed owed. "Sophia!" Ethan's tone frantic. Shattered. "Sophia, hang with me! Don't ya dare bail! We got forever lined! Got ruling side by! Got—"