Shattered Vows Novel Harper And Ethan Novels & Stories

"I took the vows to save my life. I kept them to save his soul. I was his greatest mistake, but he became my only truth." A single, fateful mistake is all it takes to bind a soul to a monster. Diana Vane was never meant to be a bride. As the lowly healer of the Demonmaw Pack, she was a pawn meant to be overlooked. But when her cruel cousin flees her forced marriage to the "Monster of Thorne Manor," Diana is caught in the crossfire. Mistaken for the runaway bride, she is dragged to the altar. Diana whispers the sacred vows in another woman’s name, sealing her fate to a stranger who has never seen her face. Alpha Arthur Thorne is a king of shadows. Scarred by betrayal and living in a world of total darkness, he demands a Vane bride only for vengeance. He expects a viper; instead, he receives a woman whose touch carries the scent of lilies and the power to heal his deepest wounds. In the silence of the manor, a dangerous game of deception unfolds. By day, Diana is the prisoner Arthur swears to hate. By night, she is his secret desire in the dark.

After being betrayed by her stepsister, Cathleen left the country and went abroad. However, on the day she returned to NYC, she was asked to marry the same man she caught sleeping with her stepsister 3 years ago. Cathleen agreed, as she was marrying the man to save her grandmother and wanted revenge, as well as to cut ties with her family. To her surprise, the man she married wasn't the man who betrayed her 3 years ago; it was a different man she had never seen. What happened to Finn? How will she get her revenge?  Her stepmother and stepsister found out that Finn wasn't the owner of Knight Group, so they devised a plan to make Cathleen marry the lapdog while they found out who owned Knight Group. But with Finn on the run, who then did Cathleen marry? Xavier was dimmed to be a cousin from the farm; little did the mother-and-daughter pair know that he was the big shot they had been looking for.    

My groom was attacked a few hours before our wedding, and I was forced to marry his elder brother instead. They said that it was for everyone's good, but what about me? We took vows like robots reciting a statement: no emotion, no expression, just some unwilling words coming out of our mouths. Just like this, I was thrown in an abyss of marriage with no hope for the future. Above all, I became the stepmother of a three-year-old child who became excited when told that he now has a mother. I couldn't even muster the courage not to let that child enter my world. What do I do now? My marriage was a big deal for me. Even if it was an arranged business marriage, I tried to make it work with my first groom, but what about now? My husband - cold, indifferent, still grieving his first wife, and unapproachable to me in every way. What I wished for and what I got. What should I do now? What does destiny hold for me??

When Rubby Cavilton’s long-term boyfriend, Nolan, betrays her, she turns to a mysterious billionaire CEO, Alexander Wolfe, to help her seek revenge. What starts as a fake engagement turns into a whirlwind romance, filled with drama, secrets, and unexpected twists. As Rubby navigates her heartbreak, Alexander’s past and family dynamics threaten their fragile connection, leaving both of them to reconsider what truly matters.

Although I was the second child in the family, my mother loved me the most. When Dad bought my sister a new dress, she stayed up late knitting a sweater for me. When Grandma took my younger brother out for burgers, she baked me a homemade sponge cake. Until the New Year’s Eve dinner. Dad placed the big chicken drumstick onto my sister’s plate. Grandma immediately stuffed the other one into my brother’s. My mother hurriedly picked the chicken wing from her plate and placed it onto mine, smiling as she said, “I saved this especially for you.” The relatives laughed and teased, “Your family really has a clear division of love. Everyone spoils a different child. What a loving family.” The next second, I suddenly flipped the table. Under everyone’s stunned gaze, I grabbed that chicken wing and shoved it straight into my mother’s mouth.

In a city where Mafia dynasties rule with velvet fists and iron bullets, Laxiel lives in the shadows—an orphan driven by a hunger for revenge. When he crosses paths with Dorian Gates, the golden boy of a bloodstained empire, forbidden attraction sparks into a dangerous inferno. But secrets rot beneath silk and steel. As old enemies resurface, betrayals carve deep wounds, and a dark legacy threatens to consume them both, Laxiel and Dorian must decide: will they cling to the hatred they were born into—or choose each other and set fire to the past? Love is rebellion. Survival is vengeance. And together, they will change everything.

Three days before my wedding, I find out that my fiancee, Ivy Carlton, has changed the wedding venue from my grandfather's home—that's located up in the south—to Jonah Jennings, her childhood friend's favorite castle in Staravia. When I'm about to confront her, I overhear her complaining to her friend, "Thank goodness Jon's a man with taste! Otherwise, everyone's going to make fun of me for the rest of my life!" Her friend asks, "Didn't you agree that you'd hold the wedding ceremony in Theo's grandpa's house? Aren't you worried that he might not marry you out of fury when he finds out?" Ivy chortles in response. "The Sterlings are on the verge of bankruptcy. Marrying me is Theo's only ticket out of poverty. He can't risk losing me at all. "I've already arranged for the wedding planner to call him and inform him about the change. He's most likely rushing to change his flight." Rage and resentment swell in my heart. I clench my fists tightly, but in the end, I turn on my heel and leave. Three days later, the wedding is held in the castle, just as Ivy has planned. I never changed my flight, nor did I show up at the castle. Instead, I choose to exchange rings with another woman in my grandpa's courtyard. Till now, Ivy still doesn't understand that I want to marry her because we've been dating for ten long years, not because I view her as a ticket out of poverty. But now that I've woken up from my dream woven of fantasies, it's time for me to make choice.

On the day of our bonding ceremony, my blood bound, Alaric, took the eternal vows with his true love right before my eyes—his true love, who had only a few years left to live. He leaned closer to her ear and whispered, “I arranged a wolf attack on Elara so that she couldn't arrive at the ceremony on time, and I’ll take the Eternal Vows with you first.” “By our Clan’s law, since I took the vows with you first, you are my legal wedlock, whereas Elara is just a mistress.” He added. Everyone cheered and blessed them as he pulled her in his arms and kissed her passionately. I witnessed all of this, but I didn't cry or kick up a fuss. I've loved Alaric for decades, but I still couldn’t compare to Celeste, a half-blood vampire, created by my father. If that's the case, I'll let him go. Later, I joined the mortal world far away from our Clan. All that I left behind was a miscarriage report with my baby’s DNA , who couldn’t survive the wolf attack they had planned for me. Alaric had never cared for me, so it's odd that he would lose his mind over the loss of a child I bore for him.

When she signed the marriage certificate, anger washed over me. This was not the life I had envisioned for myself. This was not what I wanted but the curse!! The curse binded me to her and now I had to live with her as my wife..a lowly human. These were the words I said to myself a few months ago because right now, I had eyes only for her even though she no longer wanted me

The day I received my medical report and found out I was pregnant, my husband—Alpha Scott Hansen—held a small wedding ceremony in the hospital garden with his first love and former mate, Gillian Boyd. He explained, “Her final wish in this life was to be my bride.” But what about me? What was I to him? A replacement? It finally hit me—ten years of unwavering devotion and sacrifice meant nothing compared to a single tear shed by his first love.