True Story Behind Vows Of Deception Novels & Stories

“Which brings me to the final matter.” The lobby was completely silent now. Even the journalists had stopped shifting in their seats. Even Marcelline had stopped looking around the room and fixed her eyes on her son. Arwen’s hand pressed harder against her chest. Don’t, she thought. She didn’t know exactly what he was going to say. She just felt the word rising in her anyway. His throat moved as he swallowed. “The marriage between me and Arwen Valehart,” he said, and her name in his mouth through a television speaker was the worst thing she’d heard in a long time, “...was founded on a profound deception.”

I looked nervously at the crowd and saw that the entire back row was filled with photographers, reporters, and cameramen, documenting every second of what had just happened. The vows, the binding of our hands and that kiss were all for a show. None of it was real. It wasn’t for me but a performance for the audience. A carefully crafted lie to fit Aiden King’s new image which is a devoted husband, a changed man and reformed villain. I stumbled back, twisting my wrists against the tight knot, desperate to free myself. “Now,” he murmured so only I could hear. “You’re not getting a fairy tale, Flower Girl, so you might as well make others believe in one. Smile.”

Taking a vow with somebody’s life on the line is a serious matter. It is not simply words. A vow is made using one’s own wolf, and if a life is placed on the line, that individual’s wolf is also involved. A vow that is untrue results in a terrible death for the individual whose life has been used. “You have a sister, don’t you?” I take a step forward. “You and Vivian referred to me as a promiscuous whore. And in a public setting, no less. Make a vow right now and prove to everyone, using her life, that I was the palace whore.”

I had never felt so regal, so commanding, yet the act of deception weighed heavily on my heart . I did not like that I was deceiving the man I loved with all my heart . This is not how I planned to start my marriage , with secrets and deceit. Not in the least but choice had abandoned me long before the sun rose. If being Prince George’s wife required this web of lies, then so be it. A mere vampire hunter, a shadowed spy, a schemer of any sort would not stand in my way of spending the rest of my life with him . I would not allow anything or anyone to prevent me from claiming the rightful place that was mine by destiny and by promise.

Surrounded by family and friends, we exchanged vows, pledging our commitment to each other and to the unwavering belief that love had the power to overcome even the greatest of trials. The journey that began with a contract marriage, one night stand, and a whirlwind of unexpected twists and turns had transformed into a tale of redemption, forgiveness, and the unyielding strength of the human spirit. Our story, once entangled in deceit and betrayal, had blossomed into a testament of love's enduring power.

It sure is a long day ahead of us before we can toss away that piece of paper and before I can start using my name again. "Our love story is something else. How do we tell these to our—" Before I could say the word children. My system stopped me knowing that this would surely start another set of awkwardness and probably a disagreement. "How do we tell people how our love story started when they get curious and want me to share the details about it? How do I tell them that, unlike most relationships? Ours didn't start with love at first sight, friendship, or a one-night stand even? It started with deception. I made you believe that I was your fiancèe and then you tied me to you by forging my

“You are mine, Yvo. I just claimed what is supposed to be mine. Fucking my bride.” “But I am not her!” “You were. We just got married,” he answered, lifting his left hand to show me his wedding ring. Shit! “And if you still cannot understand the consequences of your lies, I am willing to remind you every fucking second. Or you want me to just tell you?” he added. My throat tightened. “Then explain it to me.” His mouth curved slightly, but there was no warmth in it. “You walked into my wedding under a veil, spoke vows in another person’s place, and signed your name beside mine through deception.” His thumb moved once against my skin, slow enough to make my breath catch. “Why would I let you l

"What will your vows be?" "Mine?" He smiled. Sad. Twisted. Real. "Mine will be lies. Pretty words about love and devotion and forever. Because that's what people expect. What the ceremony requires. But between us? We know the truth. You just wrote it. I own you. You're mine. That's our vow. Our truth. Our reality." "Then why have a wedding at all? Why the ceremony? The dress? The performance?"

For a while, we sat in silence, the warmth of her presence grounding me in a way nothing else could. “Luca?” she said after a while, her voice hesitant. “Hmm?” “Promise me something.” I tensed slightly but forced myself to relax. “What is it?” “Promise me that no matter what happens, we’ll always be honest with each other.” The irony of her request wasn’t lost on me, but I nodded anyway. “I promise.” It wasn’t a lie, not entirely. I would always be honest about the things that mattered. But some truths were too dark, too dangerous to share. And if keeping her safe meant bearing those burdens alone, then so be it.

Camille sat in a different studio, composed, unshaken, dressed now in sharp black instead of soft gray, looking directly into the camera with the particular calm of someone who had been planning this exact moment for far longer than anyone in that room had realized. "Before anyone believes the story you just watched," Camille said, voice carrying easily across the broadcast, "there's something Alaric Voss failed to mention. Something that changes everything about who's really been controlling this narrative from the beginning." She reached off camera and produced a single sheet of paper, holding it up toward the lens with steady, deliberate hands. "This is a document Alaric Voss signed four