Vows To Him Novels & Stories

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

he went on, “that vow didn’t just bind you to him. It bound him to you. And anything that touches one of you now is going to feel the resistance of both.” “Good,” I said again. He studied my face for a long beat. “You’re not choosing me,” he said. It wasn’t bitterness. Just fact. “Not today,” I said. His mouth twisted. “You know,” he added, “for all my jokes and threats, I meant what I said before. I won’t be your weapon against him. I won’t help her balance her books with your bones. If we die, I’d rather it be standing in front of her than lying on her table.”

he called me in a whisper, a low whisper and with you, like someone who is afraid to awaken others around him. I stared. "Don’t give up" he said as his fingers pressed my "can’t give up, I swear... you’ll get better." I blinked, slow and painful. Would I go? "I never break an oath" he said as he kissed his own wrist, to then attach his little finger to mine "it’s a pinky oath, I’ll never lie to you and I say soon... you’ll get better." Oath. It was an oath. A tear fell down my cheek.

He was quiet for a long moment, his thumb tracing gently over my knuckles. "Then let me give you more than hope," he said finally. "Let me tell you what I know is true, regardless of what happens with the ritual. I know that whatever happens with that mark, I am not walking away from either of you. I know that even if the worst happens, even if some part of her is bound the way Callum described, I will spend the rest of my life fighting to break that bond free, the same way I'm fighting right now to find the counter-ritual before it sets. That's not hope, Sera. That's a vow." I looked at him, at the raw sincerity carved into every line of his exhausted face, and felt something in my chest st

It pops and fizzles, then goes down again. "I swear my life to you, my mate. Our souls are one. You are privy to my feelings and senses, the keeper of my secrets. I pledge you my protection, my honor, and my companionship. My loyalty shall be yours. My strength shall quell your weakness, my courage shall absolve your fear. This is my pledge to you," he vows looking deep into my eyes, right into my very soul. I feel my breath caught and my heartbeat picks up. I have to swallow a lump in my throat before I can repeat the vow to him. I repeat the whole vow without taking my eyes off him.

We promised to keep the inn’s doors open for anyone who needed it, and to keep being as loud as needed when people tried to strip kindness into commodities. When we got home the light had softened in the way that makes rooms feel like things you can fold. Marcus paused at the entrance to the nursery and looked at the little crib with something like reverence. “I’ve been thinking about vows,” he said. “Not the public ones—private ones. The ones I keep failing at and the ones I want to get good at.” “You owe me a vow about pancake distribution,” I said, because binding agreements are the only kind I can handle without dramatic paperwork.

Then he presses something into it and closes it. “Tuck it away somewhere,” he utters, his heterochromia eyes sinking deep into my violet ones. “Look at it when I’m not close to you. But know that it’s a token of my love and vow. As I know it’s hard for you to find it in your heart to trust my words, I hope you can trust this piece in your hand to know that my love for you supersedes all creation. And I’ll never ever betray you again. Never. That is my vow. And this token is your whole right to hold my words against me if I ever go back on them—which I don’t believe I will.” His eyes and gaze indeed look sincere. And as I watch him blink softly, I feel as if I’m falling into a trance; a tranc

“We still have the one thing he can’t buy or destroy.” “And what’s that?” He leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper. “Us.” Silence hung between them. Then she breathed out a trembling laugh. “You sound insane.” “Maybe I am,” he said, smiling faintly. “But maybe that’s what it takes to finally end this.” She stared up at him. “So what do we do?” He took a deep breath. “First, we make a vow. Right here. Right now.” Her voice softened. “What kind of vow?”

He framed my tear-stained face with both of his large hands, his thumbs carefully wiping the moisture from my cheeks. I looked up into his striking blue eyes. "No matter what happens in this filthy world, I will never let anyone hurt you again. Do you understand me?" he vowed, his voice vibrating with a deadly, unbreakable promise. "Promise?" I whispered, my voice trembling slightly. His dark gaze dropped slowly to my trembling lips. His hand slid from my cheek to firmly cup the back of my neck. "Promise," he swore deeply. And with that single word, he leaned down and captured my lips, physically sealing his vow against my mouth.

“They’ve been active all evening. I think they like parties.” Emotion surged across his face so quickly it nearly stole my breath. His jaw tightened, and he pressed his forehead against my knee, breathing deeply as though grounding himself. “I swear to the goddess,” he murmured, “I will protect you both with everything I am.” Tears pricked my eyes. I had heard vows before—empty ones, pretty words spoken without weight. This wasn’t that. This was a promise forged in regret, growth, and hard-earned truth. “Come sit with me,” I said, tugging gently on his arm.