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Vows of Betrayal

Vows of Betrayal

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"Vows of Betrayal"follows Roman, a man driven by a deep desire for revenge against the Ravenswood Construction Group after the death of his family in an accident caused by their bulldozer. Using his intellect and ambition, Roman rises from poverty, building a successful empire and plotting to destroy the Ravenswood name. His plan hinges on marrying Isabella, the heiress of the company, and manipulating her into doubting her fiancé, Thomas, whose shady dealings lead to a scandal that begins to tear apart his reputation. As Roman gets closer to Isabella, he subtly inserts himself into her life, positioning himself as her protector and confidant. Despite her initial resistance, Isabella begins to question her trust in Thomas and is eventually swept into Roman's scheme, agreeing to marry him for both practical and emotional reasons. However, as Roman achieves his goal of marrying Isabella and taking control of the company, he starts to grapple with the emptiness of his victory, realizing that his obsession with revenge has led him to lose sight of what truly matters. The story explores themes of power, ambition, love, and manipulation, as well as the emotional toll of seeking vengeance at the cost of everything else, leaving the characters to reckon with their own choices and the consequences of their actions.

Chapter 1 The Day The Earth Shook

Roman didn't wake up thinking that today would be the end of everything. He didn't know that the world was about to come crashing down-literally-nor did he have any idea that the small, quiet little house on Ashgrove Lane would soon become a graveyard for the past. He just thought about toast. And cartoons.

And whether Leo, his four-year-old brother, would let him play the next round of "Don't Touch the Lava." It was one of those mornings that felt like every other-bright and heavy with the smell of cumin and lentils as their mother stirred something in the kitchen, humming a song she probably hadn't heard since her own childhood. It was easy to ignore the world on days like this. You didn't think about the cracks in the walls, the dust that never quite got swept from the corners, or the constant hum of the apartment building next door. Not when your world is made up of toys and imaginary lands. Roman was on the floor with Leo, trying to convince him that jumping from the couch to the coffee table was a vital mission. The carpet, of course, was "lava"-and if you fell, well, you were doomed. "Come on, Leo! You gotta make the jump!" Roman shouted, watching his younger brother's tiny legs bend into a crouch. Leo giggled, wobbling. Then, in the midst of the giggling, something strange happened. The floor-just beneath Roman's feet-shivered. At first, it was barely noticeable. A little vibration, like the thrum of a passing car, only this felt... wrong. Roman paused, his hands hovering over the soldiers they'd been setting up. It was like the world was holding its breath. His mother, still humming in the kitchen, didn't notice. Leo didn't even blink. But Roman did. He felt it crawl up his spine, sending an uncomfortable shiver through his arms. The ground vibrated again-longer, deeper, like a warning. Roman turned toward the window. The glass trembled. Then rattled. The first crash was too small to catch at first-a dull thud from down the street. But Roman knew better. He'd heard those sounds before: thunder, earthquakes, sirens. Except this wasn't any of those. The next noise came faster-a grind of metal on concrete, then a guttural roar. It was unmistakable. It was the sound of something big, something powerful, something built to destroy. Roman's chest tightened. His mother stopped humming. Her hand gripped the edge of the window frame like it might shatter under the pressure of what she could hear but couldn't see. "Roman," she whispered, turning toward him. Her face had already drained of color. "Get Leo. Get out of here. Now." Roman didn't know what was happening, but he knew one thing: his mother was scared. Too scared. "Mom? What's going on?" Roman asked, his voice shaky for the first time in ages. The words barely left his mouth before it happened. The ground *broke*. The entire apartment groaned, like a giant stretching and yawning before a great leap. The walls cracked and the windows shattered-everything ripped apart in a single instant. Roman was thrown forward, his head smacking into the floor as the house around him came apart like cheap paper. The noise was deafening. Dust clouded the air, the shriek of metal, the roar of something far too large, far too close. Roman tried to get up, but the weight of the world was on him now. A beam crashed down beside him, knocking his legs out from under him. He barely managed to crawl before everything went dark.

**A World in Ash** Roman wasn't sure how long he was unconscious. It could have been minutes or hours-it didn't matter. What mattered was the pain. The sharp sting of something cutting into his arm. The crackling in his ears that wouldn't stop. When he finally blinked his eyes open, everything was an assault on the senses. Dust. Smoke. The taste of burnt wood in his mouth. The smell of charred drywall. And then, as his vision swam, something else. A quiet, almost eerie stillness. It was so unnatural that Roman almost felt like he was floating-like the world had stopped turning. A kind of stillness that only comes after something terrible has happened, when time itself takes a pause, letting you absorb the weight of your loss. The only sound he could hear was his own breath, ragged and shallow. "Leo?" Roman croaked, his voice hoarse. No response. "Leo?!" he screamed, his voice now desperate, tearing at his throat. But nothing. Nothing except the unsettling silence of destruction. He tried to push himself up, but his body wouldn't cooperate. Pain shot through his ribs and back, but Roman ignored it. His hands scrambled through the rubble-stone, broken wood, glass-and he moved, inch by inch, toward the place he thought might still hold something important. A flash of movement caught his eye. His mother's hand. It was almost perfectly still, like a photo frozen in time, but Roman knew. He knew immediately. She was gone. Her fingers, outstretched and unmoving beneath the debris. The cabinet that had fallen on top of her, trapping her. Roman's heart stuttered in his chest, and for a moment, he couldn't breathe. The weight of it all threatened to crush him entirely. But he couldn't stop. Couldn't stop searching. Not for Leo. Not for anyone else. No. He needed to see the thing that had caused this. And then he saw it. The bulldozer. It loomed above the wreckage, a beast of yellow metal and gears. The sound of its engine hummed gently in the background, like it had no idea that it had just destroyed everything. The side of it was marked, still visible despite the dust and debris: **RAVENSWOOD CONSTRUCTION GROUP.** Roman's world tilted. Everything slowed down as his mind took in that name. A single thought rose like a wave in the pit of his stomach. *Ravenswood.* It wasn't just some random company. It was the one behind all the construction projects in the area. The one that didn't care about people like them. People who lived in small houses made of thin walls and memories. The one that had taken everything from him. And in that moment, as he stared at the logo on the side of the bulldozer, Roman understood the most painful truth of all: His life would never be the same. Everything had changed. --

Roman wasn't sure how long he lay there, staring at the bulldozer, breathing in the dust, his hands still trembling from the shock. But then-*then*-his vision shifted. Through the smoke and debris, he saw something moving. It wasn't the firefighters, it wasn't the ambulance crews-they were still too far out. It was a figure in a suit, walking towards him. Tall, calm, unbothered. Someone who didn't belong in the wreckage. And just before Roman was pulled away by the paramedics-before he could scream again, ask questions, demand answers-he heard one final, chilling sound. The soft hum of the bulldozer's engine. It was still running. And it was still *waiting*

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