Vows Are Spoken To Be Broken Novels & Stories

Three years ago, Isabella Moretti was the sole heir to the Moretti family, the most powerful of New York's five crime families. She was supposed to inherit the Moretti name and most of the business flowing through New York Harbor. A Mafia shootout changed everything. To save her husband, Matteo De Luca, she deliberately drew the enemy away from him. Matteo got out. But Isabella was shot in the shoulder and captured by the kidnappers. They wanted information about Moretti operations. For three years, they tortured her to get it. She was carrying Matteo's child at the time. She did not know she had already been written off. She kept believing the husband she loved would come for her. The truth

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

There was no anger in them, no accusation—just a quiet understanding, as if he knew exactly what I was feeling, even if I couldn’t fully express it myself. “I’m not asking for your forgiveness,” he said quietly, his voice low and steady. “I’m asking for your trust. I know I’ve broken it before, and I can’t take that back. But I can show you, every day, that I’m not the man I was.” I swallowed, the words heavy in my throat. I wanted to say something, wanted to tell him that I believed him, but it wasn’t that simple. The hurt, the betrayal, they were still too fresh in my mind.

"Accept your broken vows? A hollow title? Or a lifetime of pretense in Bloodmoon?" My lips curled. "Ulrik, we both know some things shouldn't be trampled once vowed." His Adam's apple bobbed. "Not a single shred of regret?" His voice was a whisper. "This year… what about us?" "Regret what?" I cut in, tracing the gilded script on the parchment. "There's nothing to regret. From the moment you broke your oath, you meant nothing to me." Recalling his accusations, my tone turned sharp. "Velda claims she's above jealousy, but I won't even waste breath explaining 'above' to her."

He didn’t joke. He simply whispered, “Never.” And he walked out, leaving her heart racing harder than any gunshot ever could. Tonight, promises would be broken. Loyalties would be revealed. And blood would be shed. But not hers. Not if he had anything to say about it.

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?”

"What are you doing?" "Taking back what's mine." "You can't." Ava pulled. The chains began cracking. Ethan gasped. Elias screamed. "Stop!" Ava pulled harder. The first chain shattered. Then another. Then another. Ethan stood. His eyes slowly returned to normal. Elias stumbled backward. "You can't erase me!" Ava looked at him. "I'm not erasing you." She reached toward him. "I'm separating you." Elias' face changed. "No."

She had always believed in the team, but now, with each passing moment, she felt the weight of their fractured unity pressing down on her. A member of the team, someone she had once considered loyal, spoke up. His voice was low but firm, cutting through the silence that had settled over the room. “Isabella, we can’t keep going like this. You’re pushing us too hard. You’re asking too much of us. We can’t keep taking risks like this without understanding what’s at stake.” His words hung in the air, the accusation clear.

Alaric spat. “Oh, so she matters,” the brother mused, his breath ghosting my cheek. “More than the empire? More than your inheritance? More than the vow you broke?” My pulse stuttered. “What vow?” I rasped. He leaned closer, so close his lips almost brushed my ear. “The vow that tied him to me. Blood vows don’t break, Saphira. They only punish.” Alaric cursed under his breath something harsh, ragged. He knew what the brother meant.

“I love you. You being here is the best part of my birthday. Hearing you say that you love me makes me the happiest person alive.” “Really?” I asked looking at him. “I talk with you most of the time and you can ask our friends if I even try to date anyone when you were gone. I have always been honest with you that I love you and I am just waiting for you to be ready.” “I am ready. I was just scared that you wouldn’t want me anymore.” “I love you and you are all that I want.” THE END Vows are supposed to be kept for they aren’t merely words that we say but there are times when vows are broken. When vows are broken though it doesn’t mean that things are ending, it merely open new opportunities