The Echo Of A Broken Vow Novels & Stories

Three years ago, Isabella Moretti was the sole heir to the Moretti family, the most powerful of New York's five crime families. She was supposed to inherit the Moretti name and most of the business flowing through New York Harbor. A Mafia shootout changed everything. To save her husband, Matteo De Luca, she deliberately drew the enemy away from him. Matteo got out. But Isabella was shot in the shoulder and captured by the kidnappers. They wanted information about Moretti operations. For three years, they tortured her to get it. She was carrying Matteo's child at the time. She did not know she had already been written off. She kept believing the husband she loved would come for her. The truth

"I will never give you a child," I whispered, placing my one hand over my stomach. "Perfect," my husband said. "I will never allow you to carry my child to full term. Never!" He had no idea I was already carrying his twins. For three years I have been the wife nobody knows about. I have knelt, apologized and swallowed everything they handed me, because the man I loved was cruel and the mother I begged for love gave it to someone else. Now I am carrying the one thing my husband swore he would never allow, and the people who should protect me are the ones feeding me poison. I only wanted one person to choose me. But by the time he finally does, I will be gone already.

Then a voice emerged from beneath the worlds. Soft. Familiar. Terrifying. "Ethan." The golden-eyed man closed his eyes. For the first time, Ava saw him tremble. "Please," he whispered. The voice answered. "You promised me you would stop creating ghosts." The archive shattered. Ava felt herself falling. Ethan Walker caught her hand, but the darkness swallowed them both. Elias screamed. And somewhere beyond the collapsing worlds, a woman began to sing. A melody Ava had never heard. Yet somehow, she knew every word.

My bare feet slipped on the damp concrete as Kael kept a firm grip on my hand, pulling me forward at a steady, relentless pace. Every step sent a dull ache through my shoulder and a deeper, more intimate throb between my thighs where he had claimed me only minutes earlier. His release still marked me. The bond carried the heat of it, along with his pain, his exhaustion, and the constant low-level war he was still fighting against the failsafe. Rafe walked a few paces behind us with the two remaining loyal Echoes. Their footsteps were quiet, but I could feel their tension through the weak resonance I still managed to hold. The pack was broken. Trust was thin. Survival was the only thing holdi

Steven called out, his voice tinged with a mix of confusion and concern, desperately trying to make sense of Echo's sudden departure, grappling with the complexity of the situation. "Someone broke his promise. I need to talk to him," Echo's voice carried a resolute determination, her words echoing through the air as she ran off, leaving Steven behind in a state of profound bewilderment, his mind abuzz with questions and his heart heavy with the weight of the promises yet to be fulfilled. Steven watched as Echo disappeared into the distance, her determination fueling her tiny legs. He couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for the young girl, recognizing the fire within her. She was a r

"Did you try to silence her?" "No!" Marcus protested right away, his voice elevating in tone. "I didn't harm her." I promise I didn't. However, I felt hopeless. I promised her I would do whatever it takes if she remained silent. I vowed to... to reconcile, to set things right in some way." Ethan's eyes slitted his amber stare intensely. "Set things, right?" How do you specifically address the act of killing an unborn child? How can you repair the trust of someone who cared for you? His tone was piercing, each word slicing deeper than the previous one.

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.

It wasn’t physical—it was musical. The melody of the world stuttered, as if two tones had struck at once and refused to resolve. And then she heard it—a hum beneath the harmony, low and wrong. An Echo stepped from the shadows of the valley. Unlike the others, its body was jagged, fragmented, edges flickering like broken glass. Its voice rasped through the air, discordant and sharp. > You let us live, it said, but you forgot what silence means. The ground trembled. Rivers rippled backward for a heartbeat.

Sariah flew backward, landing hard against a stone. Pain exploded through her ribs, but she was already scrambling up, eyes blazing. Isolde lunged for the echo, but it vanished, dissolved into mist and voice and promise. The throne cracked again, and what remained of it, and the sky above split down its middle. Not from light. From something coming through. Something vast. And the echo’s voice rang out from everywhere at once. “You broke the cycle. Now watch what grows from the ruin.”

“You saw him?” “Yes. His reflection. It spoke.” “And?” Her throat worked. “It said it was him. But it wasn’t.” Rhovan’s eyes narrowed. “Then it’s begun.” “What has?” “The echo phase,” he said. “The point when a rewritten soul begins to overwrite its own memory.” He looked toward the shattered horizon. “Once that completes, there will be no separation between him and the Vale. He’ll be it.” Elaria’s breath caught. “There has to be a way to reverse it.”