Vows of the heart

Vows of the heart

Coulson May

5.0
Comment(s)
View
32
Chapters

Victoria's life has always been a story of sacrifice. Rejected by her parents as a teenager and blamed for their misfortune, she found solace in faith, dedicating her life to a Catholic Nun. But when the charming young billionaire Fedrick enters her world, her heart faces a challenge her vows never prepared her for. As Fedrick's love for Victoria grows, her family faces ruin. Her father, desperate to save his crumbling business, sees Victoria's marriage to Fedrick as the key to redemption-both for their fortunes and the daughter he cast aside. Now, Victoria must make an impossible choice: stay true to her sacred vows or risk everything for the love of a man who could forever change her life-and her family's future. Can love conquer faith, or will her devotion keep them apart? Find out in this heart-wrenching tale of love, redemption, and the ultimate test of loyalty.

Chapter 1 Whispers in the Sanctuary

The "Amazing Grace" notes floated through the church as Victoria's voice rose in song. She stood at the altar, her eyes closed, her hands lightly gripping the hymnal. The congregation sat in hushed reverence, the simple, familiar melody tugging at their hearts.

At the back of the church, Mr. Caldwell's hands trembled as he gripped the edge of the pew. His face was streaked with tears, and he didn't bother to wipe them away. The hymn's words weighed heavily on him, stirring emotions he had buried deep for years. Regret and longing flickered across his expression as he watched his daughter, his mind replaying moments from a time when things were simpler and love wasn't overshadowed by fear.

Beside him, Mrs. Caldwell pressed a handkerchief to her face. Her shoulders shook as she whispered, "She has her mother's voice."

Mr. Caldwell nodded but didn't respond, too overcome to speak.

Fedrick sat beside Victoria's younger brother, Samuel, near the center of the church. Though his tailored suit stood out among the modest congregation, Fedrick focused entirely on Victoria. Each note of her song seemed to reach directly into his soul, confirming what he had suspected for weeks now: she was unlike anyone he had ever known.

"She always sings like that," Samuel whispered, leaning toward him. "Makes the whole church quiet."

Fedrick smiled faintly. "She's amazing," he replied.

As the hymn ended, Victoria opened her eyes and scanned the congregation. Her gaze briefly met Fedrick's, and she quickly looked away, focusing on the priest at the pulpit. But the intensity of his gaze lingered, leaving her unsettled in a way she couldn't quite explain.

After the service, the congregation began to disperse, chatting in low voices. Victoria stayed behind, tidying the hymnals and ensuring everything was in order. Her movements were measured, almost meditative, as she tried to calm the storm of emotions stirred by the unexpected sight of her parents sitting in the pews.

"Victoria," a voice called softly.

She turned to see her father standing a few feet away, his posture stiff, his expression conflicted. "May I speak with you?" he asked, his voice barely audible.

Victoria's breath caught. She hadn't seen him in years. For a moment, she hesitated, memories of pain and rejection flooding her mind. But then she noticed the tears in his eyes and the tremor in his hands.

"Of course," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her.

Mrs. Caldwell approached cautiously, her steps hesitant. "We...we were wrong, Victoria," she began, her voice trembling. "We let our fears blind us. Seeing you today... hearing you... I..." Her words faltered, replaced by quiet sobs.

"It's okay," Victoria said softly, though her heart ached. "It's been a long time."

Before her parents could respond, Fedrick appeared at her side. His presence was steadying, his gaze warm but measured. "Mr. and Mrs. Caldwell," he greeted with a slight nod. Then, turning to Victoria, his voice softened. "You were magnificent."

Victoria's cheeks flushed. "Thank you," she murmured.

Samuel tugged at her sleeve. "Vic, are you coming home with us?" he asked, his wide eyes filled with hope.

Victoria knelt, brushing a strand of hair from his face. "I... I'll think about it, Sammy," she said gently.

Behind them, Mr. Caldwell cleared his throat. "We need to talk, Victoria. All of us. Please, come by the house."

Victoria hesitated, glancing at Fedrick, who gave her an encouraging nod. "All right," she said finally. "I'll come."

As her parents walked away, Fedrick lingered, his expression thoughtful. "It's good to see them trying," he said. "They're proud of you. It's written all over their faces."

Victoria folded her hands, her expression unreadable. "I don't know what to think," she admitted. "It's been so long. I thought... I thought they'd forgotten me."

Fedrick's voice was firm but gentle. "No one could forget you, Victoria."

Before she could respond, a sharp voice rang out from the back of the church. "Victoria!"

She turned quickly, her heart pounding as she recognized the figure striding toward her. The urgency in their expression froze her in place.

"There's something you need to know... right now."

Continue Reading

You'll also like

The Sterling Scandal: Married To The Uncle

The Sterling Scandal: Married To The Uncle

C.D
5.0

I was at my own engagement party at the Sterling estate when the world started tilting. Victoria Sterling, my future mother-in-law, smiled coldly as she watched me struggle with a cup of tea that had been drugged to ruin me. Before I could find my fiancé, Ryan, a waiter dragged me into the forbidden West Wing and locked me in a room with Julian Sterling, the family’s "fallen titan" who had been confined to a wheelchair for years. The door burst open to a frenzy of camera flashes and theatrical screams. Victoria framed me as a seductress caught in the act, and Ryan didn't even try to listen to my pleas, calling me "cheap leftovers" before walking away with his pregnant mistress. When I turned to my own family for help, my father signed a document severing our relationship for a five-million-dollar payout from Julian. They traded me like a commodity without a second thought. I didn't understand why my own parents were so eager to sell me, or how Ryan could look at me with such disgust after promising me forever. I was a sacrifice, a pawn used to protect the family's offshore accounts, and I couldn't fathom how every person I loved had a price tag for my destruction. With nowhere left to go, I married Julian in a bleak ceremony at City Hall. He slid a heavy diamond onto my finger and whispered, "We have a war to start." That night, inside his secret penthouse, I watched the paralyzed man stand up from his wheelchair and activate a screen filled with the Sterling family's darkest secrets. The execution had officially begun.

Revealing My Secret Identities! My Bros Are Speechless!

Revealing My Secret Identities! My Bros Are Speechless!

Zhen Xiang
5.0

For seventeen years, I was the crown jewel of the Kensington empire, the perfect daughter groomed for a royal future. Then, a cream-colored envelope landed in my lap, bearing a gold crest and a truth that turned my world into ice. The DNA test result was a cold, hard zero percent-I wasn't a Kensington. Before the ink could even dry, my parents invited my replacement, a girl named Alleen, into the drawing room and treated me like a trespasser in my own home. My mother, who once hosted galas in my honor, wouldn't even look me in the eye as she stroked Alleen's arm, whispering that she was finally "safe." My father handed me a one-million-dollar check-a mere tip for a billionaire-and told me to leave immediately to avoid tanking the company's stock price. "You're a thief! You lived my life, you spent my money, and you don't get to keep the loot!" Alleen shrieked, trying to claw the designer jacket off my shoulders while my "parents" watched with clinical detachment. I was dumped on a gritty sidewalk in Queens with nothing but three trunks and the address of a struggling laborer I was now supposed to call "Dad." I traded a marble mansion for a crumbling walk-up where the air smelled of exhaust and my new bedroom was a literal storage closet. My biological family thought I was a broken princess, and the Kensingtons thought they had successfully erased me with a payoff and a non-disclosure agreement. They had no idea that while I was hauling trunks up four flights of stairs, my secret media empire was already preparing to move against them. As I sat on a thin mattress in the dark, I opened my encrypted laptop and sent a single command that would cost my former father ten million dollars by breakfast. They thought they were throwing me to the wolves, but they forgot one thing: I'm the one who leads the pack.

Flash Marriage To My Best Friend's Father

Flash Marriage To My Best Friend's Father

Madel Cerda
4.5

I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector. That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world. The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor. The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist. Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch—a titan of industry and my best friend’s father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared. "Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb. Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen. "Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back." I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe.

Chapters
Read Now
Download Book