True Story The Vow Novels & Stories

He laid out the terms of the deal with brutal honesty, and he never once made promises he couldn’t keep. It was everyone else who lied. I pressed my forehead to my knees, exhaling shakily. My heart was heavy, and yet… there was a strange calm beneath the despair. Like I had finally reached the eye of the storm. There was no more room for fear. Only acceptance. This was happening. Tomorrow, I’d put on the dress. I’d walk down the aisle. I’d say the words, kiss the man, and sign the papers. Alessia Volkov.

Dropping to one knee, I whispered tenderly to the nineteen-year-old before me, "Agnes, will you marry me?" She covered her mouth, tears spilling. "You… you'd still marry me?" "Of course. I will always love the version of you standing before me now." I looked into her eyes with absolute sincerity, the starlight in them my eternal devotion. I don't know how long it took before she finally nodded hard and extended her left hand. "Frank, I will. I will." Smiling, my heart overflowing with joy, I gently took her hand. Just as I was about to slip the ring onto her finger…

Completely unaware that he was witnessing history. Chloe's gaze found Liam's. Neither looked away. Neither could. The world disappeared. Only they remained. The distance between them slowly shrinking. One step at a time. Until finally she stood before him. Exactly where she belonged. Exactly where he belonged. Home. --- The vows were simple. Honest. Real. No grand speeches. No dramatic declarations. Just truth. The kind of truth forged through suffering. Through sacrifice. Through survival. Liam promised to choose her every day.

“Do you, Dante Romano, take Caterina Caruso to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage, promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her, for as long as you both shall live?” “I do,” Dante said without missing a beat. I wondered how he did it so easily, lying without an ounce of conscience in his body.

He looked back at her. “You want us to make a vow?” Ayaan queried. She nodded and they both looked at the sky. “The stars, moon, and the natural flowers are a witness that today, I promise to stick with you till the end. I will be yours till not even death can separate us,” she vowed. “The stars, moon, and natural flowers are a witness that today, I promise to love you, care for you, and stick with you beyond forever. Nothing, not even death can separate us,” he vowed too. “Aameen!”

“Yes, I do.” His voice was firm. Clear. Without the slightest tremor. The priest nodded, then turned. “Miss Livia… do you take Mr. Adrian as your husband, to live together in the sacred bond of marriage—to love him, to protect him, to honor him, in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and in health, and to remain faithful to him until death do you part?” The voice echoed softly. Sacred. Yet it felt unfamiliar. Because for Livia— every word sounded like a lie forced into becoming the truth.

Finally, he leaned back against the wall and took a deep breath. "I have to say something," he said. "I have to say how good I feel about telling her." He stopped to blow his nose. "I thought a lot about what you said, and this morning I told her how much I loved her... and loved being married to her. You shoulda2 seen her smile!" I went into the room to say my own goodbye to Connie. There, on the bedside table, was a large Valentine card from Bill. You know, the sentimental kind that says,

We were now facing each other, Dario staring deep into my soul, while I just looked down feeling uncomfortable with his heated gaze on me. After a small speech from the priest, he told us to take our vows. "I Dario Rizzo take you Faith Abdella to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part, according to God's holy law. In the presence of God I make this vow". Dario said with while rubbing his thumb over my knuckles.

Jokes about loving each other through kidnappings and fugitive escapes, but worded much more craftily. The vows were heartfelt and a bit unorthodox, but they fit us perfectly. Because that’s what Luigi and I were. Heartfelt and a bit unorthodox. Once the vows were done, a silence swept over the crowd. A breeze blew by, ruffling my dress and to our left, the sun was slowly making its descent in the sky above the rows and rows of vines. “Do you, Luigi Hernandez, take this woman, Willow Anderson, to be your lawfully wedded wife?” the Justice of the Peace asked.

The priest began as I turned to my prince "Do you, Zavi Coville, take Vanora Campbell to have, and to hold, in sickness and health, till death do you part?." He looked into my eyes. "Yes, I do." "Do you, Vanora…" "Yes, I do," I replied to him as I impatiently stood there. The priest cleared his throat, "It's time for vows." "I, Zavi Coville, take you, Vanora Campbell, to be my partner, loving what I know of you, and trusting what I do not yet know. I eagerly anticipate the chance to grow together, get to know the person you will become, and fall in love a little more each day. I promise to love and cherish you through whatever life may bring us." Tears streamed from my eyes as he said those