True Story Behind Vows Of Deception Novels & Stories

“I never sold drugs, Gabriel… I never did. Ethan wiped my accounts and cheated on me with some woman… and I just, I didn’t have a choice.” “So because your ex cheated on you, you thought it was okay to accept a fucking contract to deceive me?” My voice cracks, a low growl escaping as I take another step toward her. My body is vibrating with rage. “Is that your excuse, Gloria? That I’m just a pawn in your pathetic little game of survival?” Her face pales, and I see her eyes shimmer with pain, but I don’t care. “Was it all a lie?” I push, my voice breaking. “Every fucking thing we shared? Was it just an act to make sure I fell for you, so you could secure your contract? Was it all fake from th

Terms and conditions Sharp and emotionless the contract on the table was immaculately written in black ink on white paper. The difference between Sophia and being saved or disaster was a few signatures. Just as he did in every boardroom, Adrian kept a close eye on her. As composed as ever he stated It's all standard. “We tie the knot. We pretend to be married. And we leave without any problems after a year. “ When Sophia saw the contract her eyes remained fixed. “And what happens if one of us violates the rules?”

“But you can tell him not to worry. My marriage is exactly what he wanted—peaceful, loyal, strategic.” Matteo’s eyes searched mine, uncertainty flickering there. He was weighing my truth against his gut feeling. My heart raced, but my face stayed calm. “I see,” he said slowly. “And your husband? You trust him now?” For just a split second, I glanced at Nikolai’s shadow through the window. Then I turned back to Matteo, smiling sweetly. “Completely.” The lie slipped from my tongue smoother than I ever thought possible. For a moment, I almost convinced myself it was true.

I diverted my gaze to the rays and I could see the big setting sun behind his shoulder that was hiding behind the great walls of the Palace slightly visible to me. I diverted my gaze back to him as he cupped my cheek softly. "Tell me Abhi, what's bothering you?" He asked softly. I looked into his eyes and held his wrist as his hand was cupping my cheek. "The vows, All those promises that you made on our wedding... I don't know but I never thought that they are not the real ones until today. The marriage is considered complete only when all the rituals are fulfilled wholeheartedly. And our rituals didn't. So, The wedding is incomplete and so do our relationships. We never told anyone about th

My happiness was shattered. “It’s okay, Maria. Even if you are unable to say your vow, you will remain my queen,” he announced. “You will rule beside me as the queen. So, relax, Maria. I won’t fail you.” Liar. Everyone already knew that I wasn’t his real mate. They knew that I couldn’t say the vow because I wasn’t his mate. “How do you want to deceive everyone? Do you think they are fools?” I screamed. “They all know that I am not your true mate. I can’t take the vow, Alex. I’m useless.”

"Is that so? If your investigation was thorough, then you should know that the mistress's pregnancy was a sham. You should also know that I didn't push her; she feigned the fall, using a blood bag to orchestrate a massive bleeding illusion." Yannie's lips parted slightly in astonishment. Julia's words left her utterly perplexed. "Godmother, don't be swayed by her words. She's concocting falsehoods to exonerate herself. Everyone present at the wedding witnessed her pushing that woman herself. What nonsense is this about a fake pregnancy? If the woman were truly faking it, why would the CEO of Ross Group insist on being with her? Could Carter be blind?" Cameron whispered insidiously into Yanni

I noticed that he was holding the hilt of his sword again. “Truth and dare.” I clasped my hands together. “I vow to speak only the truth for all the questions that you ask me or any daring action that you want me to do if we play this game. You can make me do anything.” And I could make him do anything too. “Really?” He didn’t believe me for sure. There were deep lines of doubts on his forehead. “You might make me kill Viessa.” “I vow that I won’t ask you to harm anyone including yourself,” I added. Vows were taken seriously here. They were supposed to be binding. “I vow to not harm anyone either, including Viessa, you, and I.”

The vows were no longer spoken out of obligation or strategy. This time, everything was real. And so their story did not end in deception, but in truth, forgiveness, and love that finally found its voice. The End

Watch this,” I said, my voice steady as I stepped onto the stage in that blood-red gown. The spotlight hit me hard. Two hundred of the most influential people in the room turned my way. I tapped the tablet once. The giant screens behind me exploded. Bank records. Contracts. Photos of dead bodies. Every dirty secret stamped with the Volkov name. Gasps ripped through the ballroom. Someone dropped a champagne glass. It shattered loud against the marble floor. “Ladies and gentlemen,” I spoke into the mic, letting the words cut sharp, “tonight we stop pretending. Luciano Volkov isn’t some respected businessman. He’s a killer, and his family has spilled enough innocent blood.”

They didn't say a word as they rushed back inside. The whole room exploded. "Wait, what? Didn't they JUST finish the vows? Now it's off? Vincent's not getting married?" "Dude, haven't you heard? Back when he was blind, they kept him in some private place. Rumor is, he met a girl then and spent forever trying to find her. Looks like someone faked being that girl and just got exposed. No way he cancels TODAY otherwise. That's wild." "Yikes. If that's true, she had it coming. Stole someone else's spot and got dumped on stage? Brutal. The Clarkes must be mortified. What kind of daughter pulls that crap?"