Romans & histoires When Vow Breaks

His thumb traces circles on the back of my hand. I want to make a vow. Not a legal contract. Not something a lawyer writes. Not something Harold Finch can file away in a drawer. Something from me. To you. To Eleanor. Something real. Something that cannot be broken. Something that will outlast me. What kind of vow?

When Seraphina talked about her friend's broken marriage, there had been deep, hidden sorrow in her eyes. That "friend" was herself. She had known about Rayna since then. The reason for Seraphina's strange behavior over the past week became painfully clear now. She had been planning to leave for a long time, and he never noticed it. An agonizing pain started in his heart and spread to his entire body. At 19, Caelum had eyes only for Seraphina. He believed he would never betray her. At 29, Caelum himself destroyed the vow he once thought was unbreakable.

In that split second, I heard Dante collapse at the edge of the cliff, letting out the howl of a wounded animal. And as the weightlessness took hold, I closed my eyes and felt something I’d never known before: freedom. This is only the beginning, Dante. I want you to see me jumping every time you close your eyes for the rest of your life. I want you to rot in your power, stuck with that hollow woman, living like a stray dog in a prison of endless regret. Goodbye forever.

"Every time he wears a suit, he's a total heartthrob!" Amara chuckled lightly. "Then, you can have him." She said it so airily, as if she were talking about something utterly unimportant. And just like that, my heart shattered. I didn't go into the room. Instead, I turned around and left. Then, I sent Amara a message on WhatsApp. "Busy with work today. Can't get away." That was the day the idea of breaking up first entered my mind. Later, word suddenly spread in our circle that Amara was pursuing a college freshman named Callum Voss. The guy was a sports major—great physique and good looks. Most importantly, he was young.

The slap landed weakly, with almost no force. Yet, it seemed to deal Shane a crushing blow. His whole body went rigid. "Shane, do you even know what her filthy rumors have caused? Three newlywed couples have already demanded their money for the wedding back. One woman has undergone an abortion. Her husband is threatening suicide! And now you want me to go apologize—have you thought about what they'll do to me?" Shane closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

“Im going to give you a little introduction little dove and you know why? Because you are going to help me.” “Help you with wh..what?” Annas voice shook. “Help me bring back the bitch who broke my ribs with her fucking car!” He roared. His voice resounded over the phone loudly, i could tell how close he was to her now. “ hmmm ….umhmm….” Anna took in breaths, crawling or pushing her way away from him. She had stopped talking now, to conserve her leaking strength. “The boys will be back with the first aid soon enough. And ill buy you some time to be alive while you bring that bitch back to me.”

Daniel had thrown his last stone. And it had shattered nothing but his own reflection. That night, I wrote a letter. Not to Daniel. Not to the courts. Not even to Lucas. I wrote it to myself. To the woman I used to be. To the girl who once believed love could save everything. I burned it after. But I remember every word. You are not broken. You are awakened. You are not bitter. You are wiser. You are not unloved. You are free. And from now on, the only vow you keep… is the one you make to yourself.

Once trust was broken, it was hard to rebuild. "I need to end this call now," she stated, her tone more composed but still assertive. "My attention is needed now. Will talk to you later. Take care." Andrew gulped with difficulty. "Okay." I understand. "Stay safe, my love." Without saying anything further, the call ended. Vivian put down her phone, taking a deep breath. Her wolf continued to roam beneath the surface, unfulfilled. However, one thing was clear-she would not permit herself to be humiliated. If they aimed to set her up, they would need to deal with the repercussions.

I asked him, ensuring he heard the taunt in my tone. He quirked a brow, a coldly amused expression spreading across his features. “Broke? Do you think I’ll ever go broke?” He gave a mirthless chortle. “You must be crazy to think that, Victoria. Or maybe it’s the gold digger speaking. No, I’m not going broke, but I’d rather spend my money on a fruitful woman than a barren one. I want a child—your daughter is useless to me.” Anger coiled my insides. "My daughter deserves the best."

The one thing I swore I’d never do. But what choice did I have? Allow them to kill each other? So Morwen will win? Or allow Kieran to watch us destroy ourselves while he smiled from the shadows? No. I chose to be the villain. So they could live. That night, I went to the mirror chamber. The mirror was dark. I moved forward and pressed my hands against it and her reflection appeared,faint, broken, but present. “You had to,” she said. “I broke my vow,” I whispered. “I used power against them.”