Shattered Vows Novel Harper And Ethan 소설 & 이야기

A promise of violence. "Say it again," he whispered in my ear. "Give me a reason." I should have stayed quiet. Should have been the obedient, broken thing he expected. Instead, I smiled. "Monster. Coward. Heartless bastard. Is that enough reason?" His grip tightened. Black spots danced across my vision. Somewhere far away, Lila was screaming, but the sound felt distant, unimportant. This was it, then. This was how I died. Strangled by the man I loved, in front of the sister who betrayed me.

REMEMBER. Across the city, Ethan woke abruptly. His chest hurt. He sat up. The bond. For the first time since rejecting Eleanor, he could feel exactly what she was feeling. Fear. Confusion. Pain. He pressed a hand against his chest. "Eleanor." His wolf surged. Ethan closed his eyes. Then he heard something. A voice. Not Eleanor's. Not his father's. A voice from somewhere beyond the bond. You chose them. Ethan opened his eyes. The room was empty. His phone lit up. One message. Unknown number. Now you will lose her. Another appeared. And when she discovers the truth, she will hate you. Ethan stared at the screen. Then the final message arrived. You were never supposed to be her enemy. Ethan's

"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.

Sienna’s heart slammed against her ribs. Ethan. Every detail she’d once known about him came rushing back in brutal flashes — the easy grin across the nurses’ station, the way he’d remembered her coffee order without asking, the nights they’d talked about saving lives like it meant something. And then the crushing end, the betrayal that left her swearing never again. But this? Seeing him step out of the shadows beside Harper? This was worse than betrayal. It was like her past had crawled out of the grave, wearing the face of someone she’d once trusted with pieces of herself.

My hand didn't reach for Ethan's promise, nor recoil from Michael's ice. It flew upwards, fingers clawing into my own hair, nails scraping my scalp, a desperate anchor against the vortex threatening to shred me from the inside out. The world tilted, the scattered crimson petals like wounds on the grass, Michael’s shattered face, Ethan’s outstretched hand blazing with terrifying hope. The pressure behind my eyes was volcanic, the taste of Ethan’s kiss still a brand on my swollen lips, warring violently with the phantom sting of Michael’s betrayal.

“Then we find out together.” In that moment, I wasn’t a weapon. I wasn’t a shadow. I was just a man, loved and broken, trying to find a way to start again. We leave at dawn. Toward the final piece of the puzzle. Toward the reckoning. End of Chapter 106

It wasn't just about the betrayal; it was everything that came along with it-the family, her trust, and belief in the people that she loved… all went to pieces. The thought caught at Stephanie's heart and she could almost see it in her mind's eye: Rachel, so devastated and vulnerable, her whole world crumbling around her. And that's when I stepped in," Noah said. "I was there for her when no one else was. I helped her pick up the pieces, made her believe she could trust again. We got close-closer than I ever thought I'd get to someone like her. For a while, it was…good. We were good."

I couldn't have that, so I blocked her again and switched my phone off. Poor Ethan because he had to deal with all the baggage, I carried with me and he didn't even know the whole story. I had already broken ties with Harper, so it wouldn't matter if Ethan suddenly saw me more as the mate to a white wolf than his friend. After his mate died, he lost his sanity and with that, any purpose for his soul. He thought he could have some purpose in life by serving the white wolf and if I could help in the right direction then it would be fruitful for him and maybe for Harper too.

The boutique's washroom was open to all genders, so anyone could enter the washroom at any time. Kevin and I could hear Violet proclaiming loudly in a haughty tone, "I just wanted Daniel to kill Michelle off in order to appease him. Who would've thought that Michelle was that pathetic? Kevin never loved her at all! He still loves me the most at the end of the day! That's why Daniel had to kidnap me once again. "I feel that I've wasted my breath in describing how much Kevin loved Michelle to Daniel back then. What a shame." Upon hearing Violet's explanation, Kevin turned on his heel and returned to the wedding boutique.

"You know I have to thank you for leaving because now we don't have to hide what we have and now you get to pay for leaving and I can't wait to sit back and watch." "You both make me fucking sick. I don't owe you shit and when my husband finds you, he will kill both of you," I spat at them. It was an empty threat because he didn't love me but maybe if I could make them a little afraid, they would let me go. Sloane stepped away from Jack and towards me. She wore a smile on her face. One that I had never seen before. She didn't look like the same person I used to know. My maid of honor. Now she looked like the wicked witch of the west and just evil.