When Vow Breaks

The first thing he takes from me is air. A hand crashes over my mouth, ripping me backward into a darkness so sudden my mind stutters. My scream dies against his palm. My feet leave the ground. My heartbeat slams against my ribs like it’s trying to escape. “Stop fighting,” he says, his voice a low, controlled threat against my ear. Not shouted. Not rushed. Certain. I claw at his arm anyway. It doesn’t matter. “This is day one,” he whispers. He forces me onto my knees, my breath splintering in sharp, humiliating bursts. His fingers hook under my jaw, lifting my face so I have to see him.. cold eyes, steady rage, a man carved from hatred with a purpose. “You were born into the wrong blood,” he says. “And now you’ll pay for every sin it spilled.” His thumb drags across my trembling lips, testing, measuring. A reminder he owns every choice I have left. “You’ll beg,” he promises. “Not for mercy. For the end.” And something inside me sinks, cold and final. From this moment on, nothing is mine. Not breath. Not choice. Not time. ⸻ Luna Vitiello is the silent daughter of a devil. To the world, a pampered princess. In truth, a girl who has bled in silence for nineteen years. But the man who takes her doesn’t care. To him, she isn’t a victim; she’s the enemy. A living vessel for her father’s sins, a debt meant to be paid in pain. He thinks he’s breaking a spoiled queen. He doesn’t realize he’s crushing a girl who was already broken.

He was the enemy I was forced to marry. I was the girl raised to destroy him. I was supposed to live a quiet life. Graduate, find a job, stay far away from the shadows of my mother’s past. But then I was taken. Now I’m Mrs. Valerio. Matteo Valerio is cold, dangerous, and untouchable. The heir to a brutal mafia empire built on secrets and blood. He makes it clear: this marriage isn’t love. It’s power. It’s politics. It’s survival. But I didn’t agree to this just to be a pawn. I want answers. About my father’s murder, about the threats still chasing me, about who I really am beneath the name I grew up with. And the closer I get to the truth, the more tangled I become with Matteo himself. Because behind the monster is a man with haunted eyes and a soul that’s been at war for too long. And behind my rage is a heart that was never supposed to feel anything for him. But the past is catching up. Betrayals are rising. And falling in love with your enemy? That’s the most dangerous vow of all.

Blood dripped from the edge of Damian Moretti’s knife when he first saw her.Adriana Rossi should have turned away—any sane woman would. Instead, she met his stare across the bloodstained marble floor, her chin tilted like a challenge.Two families. One war. A love carved out of violence.“You shouldn’t be here,” Damian murmured, voice low, dangerous.Adriana’s lips curved. “Neither should you.”

She married him to save her sister’s life. He married her to save his crown. For two years, Alicia kept her vows and her silence--until the night Edward Valentine asked for an open marriage and stepped back into the orbit of the woman he once called his first love. When her sister collapses and Alicia faces the worst alone, she finally sees the truth: beneath his cold vows, there was never a heart for her at all. But distance cuts deeper than anger. And when the life he built without love starts to crack, Edward learns the cost of the wife he treated like a stranger. Now the man who never begged may have to. If she’s still there to listen.

My family has this outdated tradition. On my twenty-second birthday, whoever gets my heirloom bracelet first becomes my wife. For the past eighteen years, my childhood sweetheart, Madison Young, teased that she’d be the one to claim them. However, when I opened the box, the beads snapped and spilled across the floor, right in front of a blind girl passing by, Grace Bellamy. She bent down and picked them up. Madison made a scene, urging me to marry her instead, just to please my father’s illegitimate son, Connor Vaughn. Watching Grace stand there, flustered and surrounded, I stepped forward, shielding her with my body. "Fine," I said. "I’ll marry her."

Isabella would never have imagined that being betrayed by her fiance would be the ticket to her revenge on her fiance, stepsister and her family. “ I’ll help you get revenge if you marry me,” the mystery man she had met in the club proposed and without hesitating she accepted his proposal. Everything sounded perfect, with revenge at hand and a marriage that could blossom into something more. All was well until a devastating incident thwarted her road to her happy ending. Oh, how she wished she hadn't accepted that proposal so quickly. However, there is no cure for regret. Now, Isabella is back to square one. A failed marriage and a failed revenge. Will she ever have a chance at love, again? Will she be able to focus on the goals and readiness to face difficulties, challenges she found herself into.

It is a forced marriage. They both forced because of a business in their family. Everlynne is a doctor in a famous hospital of her father. Azrael, on the other hand, is a Mafia boss who had a previous relationship and was unexpectedly forced to break up with his girlfriend due to a forced marriage.

Kassandra Larson is an unwanted daughter of a rich tycoon. When she meets the transfer student, Luke Travis Hansen, her life gets endangered, not knowing that he is a son of a mysterious mafia lord. Now the two must face the consequences of their budding romance and they have to act fast for their unspoken vows to be heard.

A dream come true that happened to be a painful nightmare. Caprice Cleopatra did get her happily ever after or just she thinks so. She always want to become someone's wife because she believes that every woman deserve a prince charming and a knight in shining armor. But she didn't know she will live her life in the most traumatizing way. Bata pa lang ay pangarap na ni Clea ang pakapag-asawa at bumuo ng sarili niyang pamilya, alaagan ang mga ito at maging mabuting asawa at ina. And she got married the to Miguel Benedique Velarde- Antique. The son of Doña Editta and Governor Monti Antique who happened to be the old riches of Negros Oriental. Ngunit ng lumaon ay tila biglang nagbago ang kaniyang asawa. Sinasaktan na siya nito physically , emotionally and mentally battered. Hindi niya alam kung paano nangyari ang ganito kung gayong sa mismong harapan ng kaniyang mga magulang at sa diyos nangako at nanumpa si Miguel na aalagaan siya nito at hindi kailanman sasaktan. Would she escape the monster her husband became? Or would she get the courage to raise her weapon and fight for her rights? Or simply turn down her sword and accept all the bruises she got? Makakaya kaya ni Clea kung gayong mahal na mahal niya ang asawa? Would love be enough to suffice all the betrayals everyone feed her on?

“ Take off your robes,” Ava heard the command and the other slaves obeyed almost immediately. They took off their robes, and their almost naked body came into view except for the tiny little lace that covered nothing but their nipples and balls. The male slave's dick dangled and Ava looked away, still clutching her robe to herself. How could she undress in front of this multitude? What kind of humiliation was this? The audience erupted into murmurs, indecent comments flying from every corner. “ Steele, you slave seemed to be a disobedient one,” Ava heard the man's stern words and she turned to see Jacob’s stern gaze on her. She gulped and slowly let go of her robe. It fell to the ground and the audience gasped at the sight of her nakedness. Her hands clenched into fists by her side, resisting the urge to pick her robe from the floor and cover herself from their lustful eyes. “ Shit! How did Jacob get himself such a perfect slave?” Panic gripped Ava. No. It cannot be what she is thinking. She wasn't about to fuck these people. No. Jacob cannot make her do this. I was only his tool for power and revenge. I should have known he was no ordinary man but knowing wouldn't have changed anything. I was helpless, trapped with no choice and he was my savior from the Slave den back then. My hatred for him wouldn’t have allowed me to go with someone else. It’s not like I had a choice to choose my buyer. He was the highest bidder and I’m a commodity he bought from an illegal market. A commodity he has great plans for. His tool for power and revenge but I hate that my heart palpates for him.