Wedding Vow Poetry

“Mahal kita… kaya kita itatago sa mundo.” China Asuncion was just looking for a stable job—hindi fairy tale, lalo na hindi lalaki. Pero ang universe may ibang plano. Ang mapaglarong tadhana dinala siya kay Gabriel Buenavista. CEO. Cold-blooded billionaire. Dangerous. And absolutely off-limits. He gave her one rule: Don’t fall in love. But how do you follow that when the devil in a suit suddenly makes you his secret wife? Ngayon, kasal siya sa lalaking hindi puwedeng aminin sa mundo. A ghost bride. A hidden queen. Pero may mga matang nakamasid. Isang larawan ang lumabas—at isang banta ang dumating na kailangan nilang harapin. “Put her back where she belongs… or we will.” As enemies close in, secrets from Gabriel’s past start to resurface—dark, bloody, and lethal. China must decide: is love worth dying for? In a world built on lies, wealth, and power, ang pinaka-delikado palang sandata… ay ang pusong umiibig. Kakayanin bang harapin ng mga puso nila ang mga panganib at bantamg pabugsong sumasalakay sa kanila? But just when they thought they could escape— China vanishes. Nakakawindang.Biglaan. No note. No warning. Just blood on her wedding ring... And a message carved on Gabriel’s penthouse mirror: “You should’ve kept her hidden.”

Just before my wedding, my fate mate, my Alpha fiancé, Micheal, stripped me of my wedding dress—our wedding dress—and handed it to his mistress, Becky Porter. Not only that, but he locked me in the dressing room like some rabid wolf he needed to contain. "Becky has a terminal illness.She just wants to experience being a bride before she dies." I lunged forward, my wolf howling inside me. Alpha's strength pressed against mine, his dominance forcing my muscles to lock. My claws twitched, itching to break free. "You bastard!" I snarled, my breath ragged. Micheal barely blinked. Instead, he let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head . "She’s dying, and you can’t even show a little compassion?" His tone dripped with disappointment, as if I were the villain here. "You’re only losing a wedding, but Becky… Becky is losing her dreams and her life."

I've been pregnant for six months, but my Alpha mate, William, has delayed our mating ceremony 29 times. He's waiting for his adopted sister, Rita, to find a mate so they can have a "two-couple mating ceremony." The 30th time I altered the waist of my beloved mating ceremony dress, the bridal shop assistant looked embarrassed, "Miss, this dress really can't be widened anymore. How about you choose another one?" Disappointment rose in my throat like bile. I called William, asking when the ceremony would finally happen. But William said: "I will give you an unforgettable mating ceremony, but Rita's mate hasn't been matched yet. Darling, can you wait a little longer? We shouldn't ruin her whole life over such a small thing, right? I know you'll understand. You're always so kind." My heart clenched suddenly. So, my dream mating ceremony is just a small thing. Rita's sweet, high-pitched voice chimed in: "Brother, my mating ceremony dress matches yours so perfectly!" That was the moment I realized I was never the one being chosen. I looked down at my round pregnant belly, tears slipping quietly from the corners of my eyes. Then, with a trembling hand, I dialed the number that had always been waiting for me. "I'm ready to leave." After the call ended, the clerk cautiously asked: "Would you like to choose another one?" "No. Just cancel it, please." I took one last glance at the dress that would never belong to me. If this ceremony was never for me, then I won't stay for it.

One day before my wedding, my fiancé, Tristan, declared, “you can no longer be my bride." The reason? My sister, Victoria, had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Her dying wish was for me to give up my place as the bride, so she could marry my fiancé instead. And Tristan agreed without hesitation. He even turning on me, "How can you be so heartless? She's your own sister!" The mocking smiles from my sister and the righteous anger from my fiancé left me broken. Little did I know, I would turn to the man I never anticipated—Rowan, my fiancé's uncle. He was the true power behind the family. Rumored to be ruthless, politically powerful, and never interested in women. However, I had never expected that he would took me in his arms tightly."Don't leave me."

The day before the wedding, my fiancé James's childhood sweetheart had a severe depressive episode. Threatening to take her own life, she demanded the destruction of the wedding gown my grandmother had painstakingly made for me before her passing. To calm her down, James locked me in a room and stayed by her side, helping her cut the gown into shreds. Amid the mess, he spoke indifferently. "Be reasonable. It's just a wedding gown. Do you want to see her die?" Later, James's hot uncle approached me, asking me to carry on the family lineage. I nodded in agreement. But James, with reddened eyes, confronted me. "Are you really going to have his child? Have you completely given up on me?" Covering my slightly rounded belly, I replied, "Be reasonable. It's just a child. He’s your uncle. Do you want to see him with no heir to carry on the family name?”

After surviving a botched assassination attempt, Elena DeLuca resurfaces with a new identity and a thirst for revenge against those who betrayed her. Once a trusted ally of the Moretti family, she now seeks to expose the traitors within. Helios Valenti, the enforcer who failed to protect her, is forced to work with Elena to uncover the plot. As their past resurfaces, tension builds between them, blurring the line between hate and desire. Elena’s return also uncovers long-buried secrets, revealing a hidden assassin network led by Sophia Ivanova and linking Nico Moretti to the plot against her. In the midst of her revenge, Elena reunites with her best friend, Isabella, who never believed Elena was dead. Their reunion complicates things further, as Isabella becomes torn between loyalty to her friend and the Morettis. As Elena and Helios fight to expose the traitor, their bond deepens, but the threat of a larger conspiracy looms. Will Elena’s quest for vengeance destroy her humanity, or will she and Helios survive the growing darkness? Teaser for Book 3: With a deadly assassin network closing in, Elena and Helios face a war that will test their loyalty and trust.

If I will accept his rejection or divorce him, I would do it with dignity. I would prove to him that I was not that weak girl he used to know. I wiped away my tears and said to him in a calm tone. "Okay then... I'm accepting your wish." "What do you mean?" "I want a divorce, Damian." I announced boldly and he suddenly burst into laughter, probably thinking I was joking. But I was not the same person he had met years ago. I am much stronger now. If not for anything but for my unborn kids. "Wait, you're joking right? You can't just divorce me like that" "I, Katerina Clerks, daughter of Alpha Enzo of the Black Stone Pack rejects you, Damian Black, as my mate. I'm severing my mate bond completely with you." I said in a proud and firm tone while looking him straight in the eyes. "What's wrong with you? You don't have the right to reject me as your mate! You have no right to do that! Until I said so, it's not over yet!!!" He burst angrily. I stared at him, hurt by his lack of remorse. I had just caught him with my stepsister, and yet he showed no regret. How could I have fallen for a man like him?

In the fifth year of my mating to Alpha Tom, his childhood sweetheart, Becky Bell, was splashed across every tabloid in the territory. Pregnant. Unmated. And accused of shattering another couple’s bond. The rumors hit like a rogue’s ambush. But it was his reaction that truly gutted me. “Becky’s father once saved me, she has no pack, no family left. Everything she’s accomplished… she clawed her way to it. Alone.” My fingers clenched tighter around the pregnancy test tucked away in my purse. “And the only way to protect her now,” he continued, not even looking me in the eye, “is for me to marry her. To claim the pup as mine.” “And what about me?” I asked, barely more than a whisper. My voice cracked. The Sunfire Pack and the Golden Fang Pack—my pack—had been allies for over a century. “How do I explain this sudScott rejection to my parents? To my pack? To the elders? They know we're mate bond.” Alpha Tom inhaled sharply. “Just tell them it was always a business arrangement. That there was no real love between us.” My wolf bared her teeth at that. He had the audacity to look away. “Once the media frenzy dies down, I’ll come for you. I’ll bring you back to Sunfire Pack and give you the grand wedding you deserve.” I stared at him. This Alpha—was seriously telling me he was going to marry another she-wolf, claim her pup, let me get torn apart by pack gossip and speculation, and then what? he's offering me his marriage like it’s some kind of charity? My fingers twitched, aching to throw the pregnancy test at him. But I didn’t. I laughed. For three years, I had been the one he discarded—over and over. And now, even my marriage was to be sacrificed for her sake. It hit me then, sharp and cold: It's time for me to leave him

On the day of my wedding, I stood on the stage, while my fiance, Jake Stevens, passionately kissed his assistant, Chloe Xanders, in front of everyone. He held her in his arms and said earnestly, “Chloe, don’t worry. Even though you’re not my bride, you’ll always have a place in my heart.” Chloe, who was overwhelmed with emotion, threw herself into his arms and wept as she said to me, “Lily, Jake and I are deeply in love, but fate just didn’t work out for us in this life. Please take good care of him.” Gossip instantly spread around us. Just as I was feeling helpless, my fiance humiliated me further and called me nothing more than a doormat. Watching the two of them clinging to each other, I could not take it anymore. I canceled the wedding on the spot and left for abroad the same night to join my best friend. The next time I met Jack, I had already moved on with someone new. When he saw me interlocking my fingers with my new love and kissing him passionately, his eyes instantly filled with burning jealousy.

On my wedding day, my fiancé showed up with another woman, flashing a marriage license. He announced, "She's my true love. Don't even think about taking her place." My doting brother sided with her too. "You've had a cushy life for over 20 years. Let her have this." I left quietly. My brother and my fiancé breathed a sigh of relief. They paraded the new girl around town, my brother even calling her his adopted sister to boost her status. They didn't know I'd gone to the border until someone mentioned me. I was done with them, but they started to regret it.