Broken Vows Oblivion の小説・ストーリー

Vows were exchanged, intimate and sincere. Damian looked into Aria’s eyes, voice low and deliberate. “Aria, you’ve been my strength, my inspiration, my heart. You rebuilt me without even trying, and you’ve shown me a love I never thought possible. I promise to honor you, protect you, and cherish you for the rest of my life. You are my home, my forever, my everything.”

She wants me gone. And yet… She showed up at the diner. She replied to my messages. She didn’t throw the book away. She’s fighting me, yes—but she’s still in the ring. And that’s all I need. --- I’m not a good man. I’m not pretending to be. But I know how to win. Not by force. Not this time. With Ava, it has to be different. Because if I break her trust, even once, I lose Leo forever. And if I lose Leo…

I clutched at my chest tightly, trying to numb the pain but it only made it worse. “I'm really sorry Georgia, I truly tried but…it's like he woke up from coma as a different person.” Anna added, adding to the pain. “How…how could he? Why would he betray me like that?” I asked, my lips quivering as I struggled to keep my voice from cracking. My eyes moistened with tears as the memories of his proposal, our wedding and our anniversary flooded my mind. He promised to stand by me till forever so what changed? I was literally fighting to save his life and he broke mine without thinking twice.

Above them, the matriarch rose slowly from her seat, her eyes narrowing, lips pressed into a thin line. “You disappoint me,” she said coldly. Dorian didn’t look at her. “I’m not here to entertain you anymore,” he replied. “I never was.” The words hung in the air like smoke—defiant, dangerous. Dorian turned his back to both Jaxon and the blood-stained arena floor. He walked with a slow, deliberate pace toward the small pedestal where the black invitation lay. The very thing they’d been forced to fight for, like dogs scrambling for scraps under their mother’s table.

Somewhere darker. A memory surged forward. Glass shattering. A window breaking. My voice screamed out, "Anthony, what are you doing?" but the sound was drowned by chaos. He stood with his back to me, shoulders tense, fists clenched, a man unraveling. Like a beast. I covered my ears, the sound ringing in my head. My heart pounded, rage igniting like a match struck too close to dry wood. My eyes filled with tears, but it wasn't sadness. It was betrayal. Boiling, blinding betrayal.

he said, his tone dripping with disdain. The words cut deep, and Veda felt her heart shattering into a million pieces. "I thought our vows meant something," she whispered. Adyant snorted. "Vows? Those were just empty promises, Veda. We both knew it." Veda's eyes widened in shock as the reality check of her shattered vows laid bare in front of her fragile heart. "How can you say that?" she demanded, her voice laced with pain. Adyant's gaze locked onto hers.

Aurora, you should’ve just walked away from all of this. I bit my lip, trying to focus on Adrian instead of the firestorm of emotions inside me. The last thing I needed was another argument. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the ring—the one he had given me, the one that symbolized promises broken. Adrian’s eyes followed my every move. When I handed him the ring, his fingers brushed against mine, and for a moment, I felt a flicker of the past. But that moment quickly died. I wasn’t the same girl who had once believed in his promises. I wasn’t the same naive woman who had thought love was supposed to be easy.

With a soft clink, two dull platinum wedding bands tumbled out. Inside the bands, our initials were still engraved. At that moment, every last bit of strength drained from my body. I lifted a hand to cover my eyes and sobbed. The fifteen-year-old Pierse had made his promise with a heart full of certainty. And the fifteen-year-old Eva was simply happy to believe that the two of them would grow old together. Back then, neither of us knew the truth. When the fifteen-year-old Pierse made that promise, those very words came back like a bullet—hitting the twenty-eight-year-old Pierse right between the eyes.

Eve and Joy stared at her like she had lost her mind. Then, suddenly, Eve snorted. Joy frowned. "What?" Eve burst out laughing. Bella followed. Joy groaned. "You two are insane!" "You and I switched roles, that’s what happened," Eve grinned. Joy huffed. "Whatever." Then, she pointed a threatening finger at Bella. "You are not leaving this pack. You are either getting your mate back, getting another, or—" "Dating a hybrid," Eve interjected, wiggling her brows.

Chaos erupts as emotions boil over. The remaining coven members gather around us, their faces stern and focused. With determined hands, they bind my wrists and Cal’s with two vibrant red ties, tightly securing our connection. Odette steps forward, holding a black candle that flickers ominously in the nighttime air. She ceremoniously spills the wax along the length of the red thread, reciting an incantation that echoes through the space. “By threads unseen, once bound so tight, I call upon the ancient night. With heart and will, this bond I break, Two souls apart, now separate.” As she casts her next spell, I see the wax creep along between us, the thread burning out and despite how the line