Vow Of Deception Mga Nobela at Kwento

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?”

From the corner of my eyes, my father watched me nervously, his smile faltering at the fear of what I might be thinking. I never imagined faking an answer to a question like this. To spend a lifetime built on false vows and promises. This is not something I wanted for myself or my children. “I do,” The words tasted bitter as they rolled out of my tongue. Instinctively, I slipped the ring onto his finger without being prompted. The priest took another ring and handed it to the man. I gently removed my glove, revealing my sweaty tender fingers. I sucked in my breath as he reached for my hand, fighting the urge to pull back. After that ring slips in, I will be bound to this man.

“What would’ve been the point, Amara? Telling you would’ve only made things worse.” “No,” I said, my voice cracking. “Lying made things worse. I thought you didn’t know. I thought you were being played and trapped. But you weren’t. You’re choosing this. You’re choosing her. You’re still going to marry her knowing the baby isn’t yours?” A shadow passed over his face. “It’s complicated, Amara.” “No. No, it’s not,” I said, my voice rising. “She lied to you. Manipulated you. Built this entire illusion around a pregnancy that isn’t even yours. And you’re just going to keep going along with it?”

I lost the illusion that I could control the terms of my own suffering. And from that moment forward, my vow became real. Not to him. But to myself. I would never let this be my ending.

That should have comforted me, but it didn't. Because I knew what kind of man he was. Ruthless. Strategic. And Dangerous. And I had deceived him. The vows came next. I repeated them with a voice that sounded steady, exactly like Rhea sounds, even though my stomach was coiled tight. Nikolai's vow were short and cold, delivered like he was reading terms and conditions of a contract. His voice was smooth, low, and terrifying in its restraint. Then came the moment I've been dreading the most.

"I vow to be peaceful when I enter the Sprite lands. I promise that no Sprite will die by my hands. I swear that when I remove the woman, Anya, from the custody of her princes, it'll only be temporary; when she reaches the age of eighteen, I'll let the Sprite Princes come to my kingdom and take back what was destined for them. I make this blood vow, knowing that if I break it, my blood will spill for eternity, leaving me to be the husk of who I once was." As soon as I recite the final word to the vow, our wound starts to heal, and my oath forever binds me. Kade's vow is simpler than mine, and I notice when Delphine only cuts into Kade's palm, not spilling any of her blood. She also speaks th

"I mean everything you know. I want only the truth." He glanced at the surroundings and watched me drink the two glasses. My throat felt like it was burning, but unexpectedly, it helped me calm my nerves. "I was the one who found you first. Not Father. I saw everything, River." My head spun. Undoubtedly not because of the wine, but of his revelations. Alpha Wade lied about that? "How will I know you are telling the truth, Alpha Erik? May I—" "I vow it, River." A vow among the werewolves was sacred, which meant no one could lie about the statement. And whatever we do after giving our vow, we are bound to follow it.

During their honeymoon in Italy, Autumn and Sadie’s blissful new marriage is instantly shattered by a violent car crash. Autumn dies at the wheel, while Sadie falls into a deep coma. Months later, Sadie begins to wake up, but doctors warn that the immediate trauma of losing Autumn could permanently shatter her fragile mental state. Desperate to shield her, Sadie’s parents uncover a closely guarded secret: Autumn had an identical twin sister, Willow. Willow is a stubborn, sharp-tongued mechanic who ran away years ago to escape her controlling family. She flatly rejects their insane proposal to impersonate her dead sister. However, the moment Willow sees Sadie in the hospital, an overwhelmi

Eirwen felt a chill crawl up her spine when Vow placed the book beside it and slowly opened to a page near the center. In delicate handwriting—gold ink, smudged with ash—it read: “Lie to the Crown. Lose the tongue.” Eirwen didn’t laugh. But she did smile. Just a little. “This some kind of mafia poem?” she asked. Triarch Vow didn’t move. Domenik did. He stepped toward her, voice softer than it should’ve been. “This is not metaphor. It’s doctrine.” “You want me afraid?” “No,” he said. “I want you honest.”

“Alpha Kade, you may present your case.” Kade stepped forward. He looked tired, older than his years, carrying the weight of everything he’d done. “Honored Elders, members of this council—I come before you today to confess a deception that has undermined this pack’s integrity for months.” His voice was steady. “The mating bond between myself and Aria Wynter Thornveil, sealed during our wedding ceremony, was fraudulent. I used a prosthetic fang to simulate the marking. There has never been a true mate bond between us.”