Wedding Vow Poetry

On my wedding day, the first love of my boyfriend appeared and declared she wanted my place at the altar. Sobbing theatrically, she pleaded, "Claire, I’m seriously ill. You have your whole life to be with Evan. Just let me have this wedding." And my boyfriend backed her up without hesitation. "Claire, you’re already pregnant with my child, and we’ve signed the marriage papers. You’ve got everything you need. This wedding? It doesn’t matter." The guests gawked, while I stood there as the punchline of their jokes. But instead of causing a scene, I kept my composure. That same day, I booked an abortion and looked his first love straight in the eye with a smile. "Sure, take the wedding, and take him too. He’s all yours."

On my wedding day, Ethan Westbrook's ex-girlfriend sent word that she was terminally ill. Her dying wish was to wear a wedding dress once in her life. Ethan locked me in the waiting room while he prepared to hold the ceremony with her instead of me to fulfill this wish. I heard his impatient voice through the door as he said to me, "Can't you show some compassion? She's dying. What's wrong with granting her one final wish?" Later, the guy next door who had carried a torch for me for years climbed to the rooftop and begged me to marry him. Ethan stared at me with bloodshot eyes. "Are you really going to throw away our seven-year relationship just for him?" I brushed his hand away. "Should I just let him die? It's only a marriage certificate. Where's your compassion now?"

Lady Seraphine D’Argent was born to power, bound by blood to an ancient vow that shattered her noble house and cast her into exile. At twenty-three, she lives in the shadow of her family’s disgrace, mastering the dangerous magic tied to her emotions and guarding her heart against the past she cannot outrun. But when the blood moon rises and the forgotten vow awakens, a mysterious emissary named Riven Ashlor appears—masked, immortal, and cursed to fulfill a promise sealed centuries ago. He claims Seraphine is the final key to breaking the pact... but the price may be her freedom, her power, or her heart. As Seraphine is drawn into a slow-burning entanglement with Riven, a second suitor emerges from the ashes of her past—one who stirs old memories, forbidden desires, and the dangerous hope that love could be hers by choice, not fate. Now, torn between two men and haunted by a legacy of betrayal, Seraphine must navigate the tangled web of family secrets, magical politics, and seductive lies. To survive, she’ll have to risk everything—her magic, her heart, and the truth buried deep in her bloodline. The vow is awakening. The gods are watching. And love may be the most dangerous power of all.

In order to protect me, Don Salvatore deliberately announces that my fiance, Simone Pozzi, is his long-lost son. Simone shakes with excitement when he sees the man in a bespoke suit stepping out of the Rolls-Royce that is parked outside my house. Just as I'm about to tell him it's all a lie, he shoves me aside. He even brushes his sleeves in disgust, as if he has touched something filthy. Simone says, "Stay away from me. Don't let your poverty rub off on me! Since I'm the Don's son, we'll call off our engagement. An illegitimate bastard like you isn't even fit to wipe my shoes!" When I try to explain, he cuts me off by writing out a check and flinging it hard into my face. The sharp edge of the paper slices across my cheek. "Take this one million dollars as our breakup fee and don't bother me again. We're no longer from the same world," Simone says. I watch the check flutter down into the mud and quietly turn off my phone screen. On the screen is a message Papa—Don Salvatore—has just sent me, "Just bear with it a little longer, Principessa. Papa will bring you home soon to take over the famiglia." Simone is so determined to cut himself off completely. He might have the luck to claim a fortune that big, but not the life to enjoy it.

In the twilight realm of Solvalla, the throne is a death sentence. To save her brother from the front lines, Weaver Isolde Thorne steals a noblewoman’s identity and enters the "Catalyst Trials," a ceremony to find a bride who can absorb the king's petrification curse. When King Alaric Valerion chooses her, Isolde finds herself bound by a blood-pact to a silent man who is more stone than flesh. As their "soul-link" forces her to feel his every hidden desire, a shadow from the court threatens to expose her weaver roots. Isolde must navigate a fake marriage where the stakes are her life, all while a mysterious stalker closes in, forcing her to choose between the brother she protected and the King she is starting to love.

When the earthquake struck, Pierse Jones instinctively shielded me with his body, taking the full brunt of the impact and suffering multiple fractures. In the hospital room, the girl in the next bed looked at me with envy and said, “Your husband didn’t even care about his own life to save you. He really loves you.” I forced a smile. “Yeah.” But just last night, after I had fallen asleep, he slipped into the bathroom, his voice soft and soothing as he spoke to someone else—his little mistress, “I’m fine, don’t cry. Be good.” “As long as I think of you, I’m not afraid of anything.” Pierse and I grew up together, from childhood sweethearts to each other’s first love. We had been together for ten years, admired by everyone as the perfect couple. No one knew he had a mistress on the side, a girl who looked just like me when I was eighteen.

Though she was taken in by the Lynds as an orphan, Tina Lynd is constantly bullied and harassed—her elder sister stole her boyfriend, her younger sister framed her for crimes she didn’t commit, and her adopted parents are marrying her off to a fifty-year-old man!Nonetheless, since things couldn't get any worse, Tina used her last shred of courage to provoke the most feared man in the imperial capital: Samuel Langford. Soon, the entire city knows that the Langfords are welcoming the arrival of a new daughter-in-law, who is pampered by Mr. Langford to the ends of the earth!Tina’s scumbag former flame is left bawling while her family is left regretting their life choices, even as Samuel proceeds to destroy every living being who has bullied Tina…Months later, Tina tries to run away while heavily pregnant, only to be repeatedly captured by Mr. Langford.Overbearing as ever, he wrapped his arms around her waist as he whispered, “Tina Lynd! You’re not getting away for the rest of your life—not after you got under my skin!”(Sweet Love 1v1)

Sent away for years to a human college in the UK, I never understood why my parents were so desperate to keep me far from home. We lived like ghosts, no pack, no territory, just three lone wolves pretending to be normal in a world never meant for us. I didn’t question it until the night I returned and found my reality turned to ash. Walking into a house soaked in my parents' blood shattered my soul. My father’s heart had been ripped from his chest. With her final breath, my mother left me a single name: Alpha Drakan. I made a vow, I would find him and rip his heart out the same way he ripped my father’s. That promise was the only thing keeping me breathing as I tracked the hidden Wolf Kingdom, forcing my way into a world I never knew. I was to play the part of a broken stray omega seeking refuge in his pack. But then I hit a wall. Alpha Drakan was already dead. Not recently, but long before the slaughter. His son, Alpha Damir now sat on the throne. For a moment, it didn't matter, blood for blood. If the father was gone, the son would pay. Yet, doubt lingered. My mother hadn't been delirious; she was certain. If Drakan was dead, who really killed them? Rage doesn't allow for patience. I chose Damir to bleed for my grief. I got close, studying him, sharpening my hatred until I was ready to strike. But when I finally stood before him, everything went wrong. One look into his eyes and something ancient snapped. A primal heat wrapped around my chest, pulling me toward him. The man I came to kill wasn’t just my enemy. He was my mate.

Everyone in Sirano knows that Lorenzo Gallo only likes one type of woman—submissive and docile. I happen to fit those criteria. When we're dating, Lorenzo has gifted me jewelry, villas, and even a harbor. He has also prepared a grand proposal for me. After the proposal, Lorenzo tells me that the Don has ordered him to sire an heir with his widowed sister-in-law, Elena Marino. Only when an heir is produced will the Don acknowledge Lorenzo's wedding with me. Since then, the phrase that he utters to me the most is "just wait for a little longer". I have to wait for Lorenzo throughout all 99 nights of him sleeping with Elena. I need to keep waiting till she gets pregnant once again. Just as I think all the waiting has come to an end, I accidentally overhear a conversation between Lorenzo and his best friend. "Lorenzo, the hospital has confirmed that Elena is pregnant with a boy. This means you must marry Susanna now." "It's impossible for me to be with Elena in this lifetime. But Susanna is very docile, not to mention she loves me with all her heart. She's the best candidate for my marriage." It turns out that the man I thought who loved me deeply had fabricated those feelings just to protect another woman. That night, I no longer drag out Howardson University's invitation, and chose to leave for a ten-year classified medical research program abroad. Lorenzo Gallo, I don't want your misplaced love anymore!

I bought a million-dollar set of gold as my bridal accessories at the jewelry store. The wedding date was fast approaching, but the pieces still had not arrived. I personally went to the store to pick it up, but the sales assistant said the price of gold had increased, and I had to make up the price difference. “In the past two weeks, the price of gold has risen by $98 per gram. Since you purchased 1,314 grams, the price difference amounts to $128,772, which rounds up to $130,000.” She showed the number on the calculator to me, and I became speechless. “Two weeks ago, I already paid the full payment. You said the store provides the delivery service, so I did not take it with me. This is a scam!” The sales assistant looked at me with a scornful expression. “We’ve been in business for ten years, and we do honest deals only. Keep running your mouth off, and I swear I’ll sue you for defamation!” What she said had reminded me that the ten-year lease contract that I signed with them had expired. I immediately took out my phone and called her boss. “From this year onward, the rental cost will increase by 50%. If you can’t afford the rental cost, move out immediately!” “Why?” I sneered and said, “You’ll have to ask your staff then!”