Vow Of Deception Novels & Stories

After he was the one who had deceived me, how could he say such things to me? "Have you forgotten that I no longer have a pack or title? I turned you down." I spoke, emphasizing the last sentence so he could understand it. Suddenly, Lobo's expression collapsed into a mask of rage. "Freya! We swore to the Moon Goddess!" You're correct—we did. Since you were the one who initially deceived us, I sincerely hope that you suffer the full brunt of her judgment and the sentence she determines. "I never betrayed you! I had to, and I just met my fated mate."

The betrayal, the deception, the hollow promises once made whispered in the dark. The image of his face, contorted in a cruel smile, flashed before my eyes. His words, laced with venom and deceit, echoed in her ears. "You will be nothing without me," he had said, his eyes cold and calculating. "you're a pathetic little thing, trapped in a cage of your own making. You don't even have a good wolf to communicate with. Poor thing."

Every grain of light coming from the towering structure seemed to be a memory that slowly peeked into my mind. "I have no regrets," I said. "If I had to go unto it again, I'll gladly go back and do it all over again." I chuckled with the hint of sadness in me. The situation I'm at is enough proof that I didn't see this one coming. Because if I had seen it before, maybe it wouldn’t be this painful. “I do, Gael. I did, ” I said in the vast echo of remorse, and sadness. I know I that I vowed to be his wife, but I’m afraid that vow will remain unfaithful.

"It is not without logic." "Yes," Sera said. "Their definition of deception is doing significant work," he said. "If the panel accepts that concealing her voice constitutes material deception the argument holds." "If," Cress said. "If," Finn confirmed. He looked at the document. "The question is what the concealment was in response to," he said. "Deception implies intent to deceive for personal gain." He looked at Sera. "What were you concealing from?" Sera looked at him. "A structure designed to punish accurate perception," she said.

Even then, I still forced myself to keep it low so I wouldn't frighten the baby. "What he needs is a life without betrayal or deception! And what can you give him, Raimondo? A world full of women like Anna surrounding you? Endless family wars and dirty power games?" Raimondo looked like he had been struck by the truth. He staggered back half a step, agony surging visibly in his eyes. "I won't… I won't do it again, Cassia. I swear on my life—" I cut him off with a short, bitter laugh. "You swear? Did you forget? On our tenth anniversary, you were kissing me while flirting with Anna in Italese. Your vow is the cheapest thing in this world, Raimondo."

Because for Livia— every word sounded like a lie forced into becoming the truth. And at that moment— without realizing it— her tears fell. One drop. Then another. She did not wipe them away. Did not try to hide them. Because she knew— there was nothing left to save. Livia opened her mouth. But her voice was barely audible. Broken. Fragile. As if every word that came out was a betrayal of herself. “I… y-yes…” her voice nearly disappeared, “I do.” Silence. For a moment. Yet it felt so long.

“Important” I waved my arm dismissively at him, hoping my face screamed at him to get out and leave me be. My eyes caught the agreement, and I looked down to pay attention to it for once. Marriage Certificate. Colour me surprised—but not really. I saw this coming. Mr Alkings is putting his daughter up for marriage for a monetary exchange. I should have known the man had that bone in him. He puts up a front that deceives people, not me, though; you can’t deceive a deceiver. When he worked back then for me, it was solely business, at least for me. It would not take a dumb person to figure out that he is in heavy debt and is selling his daughter out. This is wrong. It should feel wrong. For a s

“Ah, Dante. Always so quick to fight. But what if I told you… this isn’t your war anymore?” He lifted a detonator. And pressed the trigger. The chapel ceiling split with a deafening crack. Flames licked the edge of the altar. The escape tunnel collapsed. The only exit sealed. And the First War of Blood and Vows had officially begun.

I spelt out. Dante shook his head and looked at me, “oh no! My bad” he rubbed his chest and looked at me, “you didn't go against me at all, but you went against the contract, you breached the agreement and you dare forget about that penalty attached” he said in a sneak peak voice. I sobbed silently and looked up to him. “Now let me ask you this” he walked his hand around his face, "didn't I keep to my side of my bargain and even more?”

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.”