Vows Of Deception Novels & Stories

he said, his tone dripping with disdain. The words cut deep, and Veda felt her heart shattering into a million pieces. "I thought our vows meant something," she whispered. Adyant snorted. "Vows? Those were just empty promises, Veda. We both knew it." Veda's eyes widened in shock as the reality check of her shattered vows laid bare in front of her fragile heart. "How can you say that?" she demanded, her voice laced with pain. Adyant's gaze locked onto hers.

The embodiment of disdain. I knew his reputation. Cold, brilliant, ruthless. I had memorized it in boardroom dossiers, not love letters. Our families claimed it was fate. Two empires, one union. But... I knew better. It was a strategy. We were to marry to fulfill a clause buried beneath generations of wealth, something about inheritance, conditions, and influence. I didn't even remember the exact phrasing. Only the outcome. No love. No choice. No escape. The priest began the vows. His voice echoed too loudly in the gilded room.

“Still sounds like a marriage to me.” Silence filled the kitchen after the call ended. Lucas leaned against the counter. Elias leaned against the table. They looked at each other, neither speaking. Finally, Elias broke it. “You ever think about that?” Lucas frowned slightly. “About what?” “Marriage. Again.” Lucas sat down, taking his time with the answer. “I used to think vows meant everything. That once you said the words, nothing could touch you. Then I learned they don’t mean much without action.”

She stammered, “Matthew, she is just trying to destroy what we have. Please… don’t believe her.” However, Matthew had survived too many battles in the business world. He knew she was lying. I signaled the guards to release him. He sank to the floor, drained. He looked at me with a complicated expression like he wanted to say something, but no words came out. “That’s all about it. The two of you can wait for the court summons.” “Oh, and to everyone who attended this auction. Your recordings of exploiting underage girls and organizing group debauchery have all been documented. I’ll be handing those to the police, too.”

“A marriage without intimacy isn’t believable, Ava. You said you wanted to do this properly—for Leo. Proper means convincing.” “Convincing?” I repeat. “You mean lying. You mean pretending to be a loving couple while you manage your empire and I stand beside you like a prop. Is that what you mean by convincing?” He regards me for a long moment, then says quietly, “If the world believes we’re real, they leave us alone. They leave Leo alone.” That name stills me for half a breath, but not enough to cool the fire. “You could’ve just said that,” I hiss. “You didn’t need to make it sound like you’re buying a damn warranty.”

“Your turn.” “I, Brandon Läwst, swear by Lucifer’s name and everything unholy, to fulfill my part of the deal, and keep nothing hidden whatsoever. Let my True Soul and the Will of the Evil One serve as witnesses. May my True Essence dissipate into nothingness if my actions are contrary.” With that, the deal is sealed, and the questions start flowing like water from a burst pipe.

"With this hand, I will multiply your sorrows. Your cup will never empty, for I will be your lethal wine. Her heart thudded, How strange and scary, Did he just say the wrong vow? And are the people here deaf not to hear the wicked vows? "With this candle, I will dim your way in the light" He added as he impassively blew off the candle flame, It was the opposite vow. How could a groom vow to dim his bride's way to light and the whole assemblage silent like it's the most normal thing on earth? "With this ring, I bind you to eternal doom" he added and propelled her finger into the silver wedding ring violently.

As the weight of her lies pressed upon her conscience, she struggled to suppress the guilt that threatened to consume her. ‌ Unbeknownst to Kevin, Vanya's web of deception had tightened its grip. With each lie, she dug herself deeper into a pit of deceit, her motives shrouded in darkness. The truth remained hidden, waiting for the opportune moment to reveal itself. ‌ As they continued their conversation, a dangerous dance between truth and deception unfolded. Kevin's unwavering trust in Vanya clashed with the mounting evidence and whispers of doubt. The stage was set for a confrontation that would test the boundaries of loyalty and unravel the tangled web of deceit that surrounded them.

“You would think attending a wedding could be enjoyable. But of course, we are only here as legitimate witnesses to babysit under the alias of doing damage control.” “That's what you're worried about?” The gentleman spoke up again, giving the woman a sideways look. “I don't care what anyone expects. I'm here to enjoy myself and I sure hope there'll be some popcorn when all hell breaks loose.” On the surface and to people who were oblivious to the truth, it would seem that two wealthy families were simply tying the knot. But in reality, it was two armies faking a truce with their swords at the ready at the first sight of weakness.

“Daughter of Alpha Rowland of Moonlit Pack. I have come here in peace, and in peace I will remain. But I will not kneel. My loyalty belongs first to my father, to my blood, and to my people. If my sincerity must be measured, let it be by my actions, not by the bend of my knees.” The hall erupted. Gasps, sharp whispers, scandalized murmurs. The firelight seemed to crackle louder, as though the flames themselves had been shocked by my defiance. I held Harold’s gaze. “Instead, I’d declare the Healer’s Vow. Your oath binds the body, the healer’s vow binds the heart. It is recited standing, hands unshackled… so the speaker cannot be forced to promise what her spirit won’t keep. If you mean to wel