Novel & Cerita Vows To Him

When he reached the balcony he found her looking at the sky which was full of stars, he hugged her from behind and murmured "I am so sorry wife, I know I should be here on your special day but something came up and ... "It's ok I am not angry " " Hmmm really, I know I am blessed with an intelligent wife so we are fine right " Adhya nodded in yes Rudra kissed her shoulder blade, he was busy loving her when her next words stopped him " Rudraji I want something from you " " Hmm yes tell me what? I will give it to you " " First promise me " " No you know I don't believe in promises adhya believe me I will try my best to fulfil your wish, don't you know me enough ",

But I won’t regret it, not when I am gaining my ultimate goal. Calmly, and with a voice far steadier than I feel, I repeat the phrases, grateful that noticeably absent is any reference to love, that at the very least the promises we are making are honest, not hypocritical. I will cherish, honor, and obey, in sickness and in health, until death. Still I am unprepared for the same vows being repeated in his strong, warm voice, with his eyes boring into mine as though he wants them branded on my very soul.

“Mi Cielo.” I swallowed hard. “I didn’t write my vows, but the very moment I laid eyes on you just a few moments ago, I knew you would be my forever. I promise to be loyal and faithful to you. I promise to honor you and respect you, and I promise to be your best friend, your number one supporter, and cry and laugh with you for the rest of my life.” I slipped the ring into his finger. “Now you’re mine, Wollf.” I just heard him chuckle. “Yes, I am.”

“No more games. No more secret meetings. You’ll go nowhere without my men. You’ll speak to no one I don’t approve.” “I’m not your prisoner.” “You are now.” Her lips parted like she wanted to scream. To strike. To fight. But Dante could feel the breaking point. It was close. So close. And it exhilarated him. “You’re angry,” he said quietly. “Good. Let it burn. Because when the wedding comes, you won’t walk down the aisle as a bride.” He turned her face to his, inches apart. “You’ll be dragged there… as my possession.” Then he walked away, leaving her breathless, broken, and shaking beneath the weight of his vow.

The way he said my name here made my skin prickle. “I vow,” he went on, “to stand between her and anyone who would write her as property. I vow not to hide her, erase her, or use her as a shield for my pride. I vow to treat her choices as law over my instincts, and her body as hers even when my wolf wants to forget that.” My throat went tight. He didn’t look away. “If I break these vows,” he said, “may Nightmoor’s strength leave my bones. May my wolf find no peace. May I stand alone before the Tribunal I bargained with instead of the woman I betrayed.”

He stepped toward Amelia slowly, stopping just close enough for her to feel the heat of him but not touching. His voice dropped to something dark. Something solemn. “As my wife,” he said, “I vow three things.”

“We’re still here.” “Yes,” he said, voice hoarse. “And I’m not letting anything take you from me again.” The words weren’t just spoken—they were a vow. And I wanted to believe them. I wanted to feel the weight of it, let it settle over the tension and fear and leave only trust, only surrender.

He placed his forehead onto mine again and met my dark gaze, his hands gripped its mark tighter on my skin. And he promises the same vow to me. “I will give you anything you want.”

“Go on. What’s the vow?” I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of everything I had endured lift just a little more. “I vow to live fully, to love without hesitation, to forgive without reservation, and to never let the mistakes of the past dictate my future. I vow to embrace every moment, every joy, every challenge, every love that comes my way—and to do so with courage and honesty. I vow to build a life with you, grounded in respect, trust, and the understanding that we are stronger together than we could ever be apart.”

I state, sounding like a philosopher. "Promise me you will come back to me in one piece." He pleads, his eyes twinkling with uncertainty in the befalling darkness. "I promise. For you, for my parents an my missing sister, for our businesses, for everyone who knows Ella Marie Silvano, I will win this. I will come out alive." I vow. A vow! That is what it is to me, and it has been registered in my soul. "I will hold you to that, and I will be here, waiting for you. This is killing me, you know that, don't you?" He queries, his voice losing its vigor, and his eyes, he shuts them. He can no longer bear the pain.