Shattered Vows Novel Harper And Ethan Novels & Stories

he said, his tone dripping with disdain. The words cut deep, and Veda felt her heart shattering into a million pieces. "I thought our vows meant something," she whispered. Adyant snorted. "Vows? Those were just empty promises, Veda. We both knew it." Veda's eyes widened in shock as the reality check of her shattered vows laid bare in front of her fragile heart. "How can you say that?" she demanded, her voice laced with pain. Adyant's gaze locked onto hers.

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.

Or maybe this was what I forced myself to believe. "I will leave now." I dipped my head slightly as I turned around to leave. "Ethan," Leander's deep and magnetic voice coiled into my ears. My body trembled involuntarily as I stopped. My body moved before my mind did, turning around to face the man who had been haunting my dreams ever since I got married to my husband. My eyes met his. Then it happened again___ the uncomfortable beating of my heart. I forcefully closed my eyes. "What?" "Remember my words, Ethan. Vesper will hurt you." His hands tightened on the steering wheel.

Never saw her fully return. And now Sherah lives. But he can’t tell her. Not yet. Not until he’s sure this truth won’t destroy them again. He grips the phone tightly. “Tell Ethan?” His jaw clenches. “The man who tore through Sherah’s life with obsession disguised as devotion? The one who buried her in grief and yet couldn’t let her rest?” And yet… he also remembers how Ethan suffered. How broken he became. How his love, though misguided, was still real.

” “But then, that will only be the beginning. I’ll make you thirst for divorce, but I’ll never grant you freedom. I swear, Leah, I’ll destroy your life, your family, and everything that you hold dear, just like you destroyed mine. That's my marriage vow to you, wife.” —————————-LEAH POV—————————— My heart thundered in my chest at Ethan’s words. The phone still remained pressed to my ear, even though he had ended the call long ago. How I wished I could somehow tell him—that I did not want all this to happen. But I doubt he will ever believe me, he never had. Not like I’ll be able to tell him either—Vivian would kill my mother if I dared.

It was the oldest mating vow of the wolves, a tattoo that, once marked, was bound to a wolf's life force. "'I, the Alpha King, swear to forge my body into a wall and my soul into a blade to protect my love, Harper, until the moon falls, the stars fade, and the world turns to ash.'" Ethan recited the oath, each word a branding iron on Liam's heart. "And you," he spat, not even bothering to look at Liam anymore, "what have you ever done for her?" Liam's face was ashen. I lifted my hand and gently traced the line of Ethan's jaw, answering with my actions.

"I thought my husband was the monster in my story. I was wrong. The real monster was the man pulling his strings—and he was doing it all for me." For four years, Clara’s life has been a gilded cage. Trapped in a suffocating marriage, she is constantly belittled by her husband, Mark, who makes sure she feels ashamed of her plus-size, post-partum body. She stays for one reason only: to protect her three-year-old son. She thinks she is invisible. She thinks she is unlovable. She has no idea she is being hunted. Julian is a ruthless billionaire CEO, a man who commands empires and destroys his enemies without breaking a sweat. He is also Mark’s boss. But Julian has a dark, deeply guarded secre

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Ethan’s head pounded as he took another shot, the burn of whiskey doing little to numb the ache in his chest. The Den was packed, bodies moving to the rhythm of the heavy bass, but none of it mattered. Nothing mattered. Not when his entire world had just shattered. Vivian was engaged. Engaged. To some rich, perfect businessman who had probably never had to fight for anything in his life. Ethan could still see the way Daniel had placed his hand on her shoulder, the possessiveness in the gesture, the ease with which Vivian had allowed it.

“We are no longer together, she was only here for the money. She is married to another man.” “Sorry about that.” Ethan continued to open up about his past, admitting that he was manipulated by his foster father's evil plans, fueled by a thirst for power and influence. The scales had fallen from his eyes, and he was determined to make amends for the pain he caused. As time goes on, Ethan and I set up solace in each other's company. We realized that our contract marriage had grown into something deeper, genuine love that had survived the storms of treason and betrayal.