Romans & histoires Vow Or Never

I only catch fragments love, honor, duty. Things that mean nothing in a marriage like this. “Skyla Parker,” the officiant’s voice pulls me back to the present, “do you take Alonso Ignacio to be your lawfully wedded husband?” I swallow hard, the weight of the question heavier than I expected. This is it. The point of no return.

"Sure, I can tell you anything you want to know, but let me be clear first: you must be responsible for your comments and report truthfully. If you can't do this, you'd better scram. Otherwise, I will pursue legal responsibility." If it weren't for the intense mood, I would want to laugh. Every time I think back to this scene afterward, I can't help but chuckle. When a person reaches a certain level of achievement, his words and deeds are not merely representing himself. The name "Kent Millers" alone represents the quality and image of a multinational corporation. However, unexpectedly, he so casually, with little regard, spoke the words "scram", which is very vulgar. Yet he managed to utter

“Promise me that after all this, it’ll still be us—a family.” Drawing me into his embrace, Nathan sealed his promise with a lingering kiss. “Always,” he whispered, his voice carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken vows. “Ryan won’t get the best of us today. Or ever, for that matter.” The drive to the meeting spot was thick with anticipation. The air in the car was tense, making it hard to breathe. Nathan kept his focus on the road, hands gripping the steering wheel with white-knuckled intensity. The car’s engine hummed its steady rhythm, a stark contrast to the storm of emotions churning within both of us.

I hurried to the door and opened it just enough to see what was happening downstairs. The two men were at each other’s throats again. What the hell? Didn’t they sleep at all? Mace had dark circles under his eyes from all that night’s exhaustion, but that didn’t stop him from boiling with rage. On the other hand, Deshawn looked like he was enjoying the scenery the whole time. He looked fresh, as if he had just come out of a shower. Was he the one who carried me in his arms earlier? “I didn’t force her into marrying me; it was an agreement between two parties.” An agreement? How come I don’t remember? I never had any agreement with him. Deshawn looked like he was getting tired of Mace’s attemp

Ashlyn whispered. But before anyone could move, Penelope screamed. Because the blood patterns had reached her feet. And they were climbing. "Stop this!" Ava shrieked. "I can't," Ashlyn's voice was eerily calm. "The oath must be sealed completely." The patterns wrapped around Penelope like crimson vines. And as they reached her heart, everyone heard it: The whispers. Ancient words in forgotten tongues. Promises that could never be broken. And something else... Something that made Ashlyn's smile fade for the first time.

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.

He looked like a man torn between fury and despair, his voice ragged as he spoke. “You want the truth?” His words cracked, but his gaze was unyielding. “Sandra was never my wife. Never my choice. She was convenient, nothing more. But Rosy—” he glanced down at the fragile woman trembling in his arms—“Rosy came into my life in a way I never expected. Yes, it started as a mistake, a night I thought I would forget. But that night… that night awakened something in me I never felt before. And now, she is the only woman who matters to me. Do you hear me? The only one.”

I acted as if I hadn't seen her at all and continued exchanging heartfelt vows with Delilah. Delilah was so moved that tears filled her eyes. "Ry, don't worry. I'll be devoted to you for the rest of my life. I love you." I had heard those same words from Amara before, but for some unexplainable reason, I truly believed Delilah. I believed that she would truly spend the rest of her days with me. "I love you, too." Wrapping our arms around each other, we kissed. I'd never imagined that I could meet such an incredible woman in this lifetime.

The light in his eyes had been extinguished completely. The tide of time could not be undone, and shattered vows could never be restored.

"I can't hold back much longer. But I want to save it—for the right moment. "I've wanted you for so long... touching you now hardly feels real. "Aurora Aragona, I love you. I want to love you for the rest of my life." First time he'd ever used my full name. He spoke slow, like every word had been tested a hundred times before he dared let it out. I'd already chosen forever with him, but hearing it still hit hard. Maybe I'd made him wait too long.