Shattered Vows Novel Harper And Ethan Novels & Stories

Evelyn broke down and screamed in despair. "You can't do this to me, Nick! You love me! I'm the one you love the most! "Get your filthy hands away from me, you bastards! Get off me!" Nicholas only watched her with cold eyes and said, "I won't stop unless Vicky says that she forgives you. Otherwise, I'm going to make you suffer a hundred times more than whatever she went through!" I felt exhausted and disinterested as I watched the scene play out before me.

Somewhere darker. A memory surged forward. Glass shattering. A window breaking. My voice screamed out, "Anthony, what are you doing?" but the sound was drowned by chaos. He stood with his back to me, shoulders tense, fists clenched, a man unraveling. Like a beast. I covered my ears, the sound ringing in my head. My heart pounded, rage igniting like a match struck too close to dry wood. My eyes filled with tears, but it wasn't sadness. It was betrayal. Boiling, blinding betrayal.

Chapter 97 – The Book She Wrote The house was quiet again, but this time it was the kind of quiet that hummed with purpose. The kind of quiet that filled the room with possibilities rather than emptiness. I sat at my desk, pen in hand, notebook open, staring at the blank page for a long time before writing the first words. “Shattered Vows,” I whispered to myself. The title alone made my chest tighten, a reminder of everything I had lived through—the love, the lies, the heartbreak, the forgiveness, and the slow, painstaking rebuilding of myself.

POV: Harper My heart raced, and my breath hitched in my throat as I pressed the call button. I needed a nurse—no, I needed Ethan. The room felt suffocating, filling with echoes of Serena’s laughter that echoed through my mind like an annoying melody. I curled my fingers tightly around the sheets, willing the warmth of his presence to seep into my bones, to protect me from her venomous words that wrung out my resolve like a ragged sponge. If this was meant to break my resolve and shatter my heart. Then kudos to Serena because she is doing such a great job at it. I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces as I heard her excited laughter after she disclosed to me that Ethan had been with her

“That’s right. Keep fighting. You know I don’t mind hurting you. You’re nothing but some dirty whore who can’t even fuck right.” I can’t scream because of his hands. I can’t fight because of his weight. I can’t do anything to stop him. Maybe, just maybe, this time he’ll kill me, and it will be over. No, I can’t let him win. I bite down on his hands hard, and he pulls back. “HELP, HELP. SOMEBODY HELP ME. HELP ME! “SAM, WAKE UP.” Somebody’s shaking me, but I can’t escape.

I thought about the two years I'd spent building myself into someone who didn't need anyone, who couldn't be hurt because she'd made herself untouchable, and I thought about how easily, how disastrously easily, one night of grief in a hallway had cracked that architecture wide open. "I have rules too," I said, needing to reclaim some piece of control in a conversation that had left me feeling unexpectedly exposed. "You don't get to use anything I tell you in private against me, ever, no matter how this ends. And you don't get to decide, on your own, what's best for me when it comes to Camille or Margaret or Julian. This is still my revenge. You're my partner in it, not my protector standing

When he shoved her the news on tv, though, as wall as the many news articles about the wedding, Christen… Her life just crumbled to dust at the sight. She couldn’t believe it. Once again, she had let sweet whispers take hold of her. Played her for a fool she was. Remind her that there was nothing good about living. At least, not for her. She thought she felt broken when Forrest divorced her, but seeing the man she fell for- whom she thought genuinely returned her feelings, truly loved her more than Forrest had- married someone else, without telling her one word about that other person… It destroyed her. Obliterated her. More than the torture Damien had put her through. A torture she barely f

"Yes. It was never about love, Callie. I’m sorry. But when Liam made me a better offer, I couldn’t turn it down." The room spun, my legs buckling beneath me as I slumped to the cold floor. I couldn’t breathe. The betrayal was too sharp, too sudden. Everything I thought I knew about Ethan… about us…shattered in an instant. Tears blurred my vision as I looked up at him. "How could you do this to me?" Ethan knelt down in front of me, his hand brushing my cheek in a sickeningly tender gesture. "I didn’t want to hurt you, Callie," he murmured. "But business is business."

But in the warmth of Ethan's gaze, she found herself surrendering, the weight of her grief finally spilling forth in a torrent of raw emotion. As the night wore on, the two strangers found themselves lost in a world of their own, the din of the bar fading into the background as Barbara poured out the sordid details of her betrayal. And in the quiet understanding of Ethan's unwavering attention, she felt a piece of comfort amidst the darkness that had almost destroy her. As the night wore on, the boundaries between Barbara and Ethan began to blur, the haze of alcohol and their shared need for connection eroding the barriers that had once kept them apart.

The revelation struck him like a dagger to the heart, shattering his trust and leaving him wounded and betrayed. Desperate to salvage our love, I sought a way to bridge the chasm that had formed between us. I confronted Ethan, demanding that he explain himself and the true nature of his intentions. His words were laced with remorse as he confessed his lingering feelings for Victor and the guilt that had consumed him.