Virtuous Vows Book Novels & Stories

As I passed by him, his trembling voice drifted to my ears. “I’m sorry.” I nodded. “Bye.” In the days that followed, with my grandfather’s support, the company grew bigger and stronger. However, what made me happiest was seeing the legal team I founded help countless girls who had been controlled, blackmailed, driven into depression or left helpless. We were always meant to be sunflowers. Why should we ever feel ashamed of our beautiful petals? Don’t fear the stares of others. Grow boldly and live your life. (The End)

Ironically, there was no love to be found in this arrangement. The priest turned to us. "Do you, Tatum, take Arden Voss to be your lawfully wedded spouse, to love and cherish till death do you part?" "I do," I answered softly. The priest nodded before turning to Arden. "And do you, Arden Voss, take Tatum to be your lawfully wedded spouse, to love and cherish till death do you part?" Silence. My breath caught. One second. Two. The air suddenly felt too thick to breathe.

Violet POV I stared at the signed contract when I woke, finally believing it wasn’t a dream, I have reread it for the fifth time now and I didn’t know what prompted this generosity from Aleksei but I knew it had nothing to do with genuinety. 20% SHARES TRANSFERRED BY ALEKSEI CARMENE FROM CARMENE LTD TO VIOLET VALE CARMENE. The first thing that came to my mind was to hire Antonio as my right hand man, I needed him close by, someone whose loyalty wasn’t bought with the Carmen coin. I dialed his number and he picked at the first ring .

"Back when the family was in crisis, your father paid a heavy price to have a reading done. It said that if you married a mute woman whose birth chart matched yours, the family's fortune would be preserved. "But the moment she speaks… the family will fall apart." The reading was not wrong. It just had not foreseen that I was not truly mute–I stayed silent because my words brought misfortune. Connor scoffed. "That's superstition. Tricks to fool old people. Everything this family has now–we built it ourselves. What does it have to do with her? "If she's so capable, why couldn't she even raise her own son properly?" Eleanor hesitated. She had doubted it too. But ever since Connor married Sienna

“Go on. What’s the vow?” I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of everything I had endured lift just a little more. “I vow to live fully, to love without hesitation, to forgive without reservation, and to never let the mistakes of the past dictate my future. I vow to embrace every moment, every joy, every challenge, every love that comes my way—and to do so with courage and honesty. I vow to build a life with you, grounded in respect, trust, and the understanding that we are stronger together than we could ever be apart.”

Two curved daggers forged of obsidian and bone. A short sword etched with names Dante recognized—old dons, extinct houses, his own father. And a small, leather-bound book. Alessia picked it up, flipping to the last page. It was written in her mother’s hand. Her breath caught. “Alessia?” Dante stepped closer. She didn’t answer at first. Then, quietly, she read: “When the First returns, so shall the Last. Our daughter must choose not just between love and power—but between vengeance and peace. May she choose better than I did.”

“If I say yes.” He seemed to have expected that question. “It looks like we're choosing each other without anything forcing it,” he said. “It looks like building something that belongs to us, not to a system or a situation.” He paused, then added, “It looks like vows that mean something because we chose them, not because they were required.” I felt something shift inside me. “What kind of vows?” I asked quietly. He took another breath. “The kind we decide for ourselves,” he said. “Not words someone else wrote. Not promises that sound right but mean nothing in practice.”

A nervous murmur moved through the guests. Dante’s mouth curved. “You entered my life as an enemy. You gave me the truth when lies would have been easier. You offered protection without demanding obedience and power without asking me to kneel.” His expression softened. “I cannot promise to be gentle, agreeable or easy. But while this marriage remains honest, you will never face our enemies alone.” Dante raised her hand to his mouth. When his turn came, he discarded his prepared vows. “Alessia, I knew I wanted you when you promised to kill me. I believed possession would be enough. I was wrong.”

I have," both Hector and I said simultaneously. The priest nodded and continued. "Very well, let us remember marriage symbolizes love and devotion between two people. We remember that love is patient, kind, doesn't envy, doesn't boast, isn't proud. It is not rude; it isn't self-seeking, keeps no record of wrongs, and is not easily angry. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices. A spirit always protects, trusts, hopes, and perseveres. It is my understanding that Luna and Alpha have written their vows. "Alpha Hector, if you will," The priest paused and handed the microphone to him.

It would have been charming-if not for the bubbling witch's brew that looked like it could dissolve steel. "Come, come," she said, waving me over. "You need something nourishing after all that time in the hospital." I hesitated, my survival instincts screaming at me to run. "Oh, you know, I actually feel great. Really. Like I could wrestle a bear." Mrs. Evans gave me a knowing smile. "Nonsense. You need strength." She turned back to the pot, ladling some of the murky liquid into a bowl. The smell intensified, hitting me like a slap.