Stolen Vows

STOLEN VOWS SARA FIELDS CONTENTS Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Epilogue Afterword Books of the Boston Kings Series Books of the Kept as His Series Mafia and Billionaire Romances by Sara Fields Books of the Wolf Kings Series Books of the Alpha Brotherhood Series Books of the Omegaborn Trilogy Books of the Vakarran Captives Series Sci-Fi and Paranormal Romances by Sara Fields Books of the Captive Brides Series Books of the Terranovum Brides Series More Stormy Night Books by Sara Fields About the Author Copyright © 2023 by Stormy Night Publications and Sara Fields All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. Published by Stormy Night Publications and Design, LLC. www.StormyNightPublications.com Fields, Sara Stolen Vows Cover Design by Korey Mae Johnson This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. CHAPTER 1 ~“In a quiet lagoon, devils dwell.”~ Natasha Page This was the worst day of my life. It was supposed to be the happiest one. It was every young girl’s dream to get married in the perfect dress, in a pretty church, surrounded by her friends and family and an extravagant number of flowers. It was supposed to be my day. I had the beautiful dress, and it had cost a fortune. I hadn’t been one of those women that needed to try on a million dresses in search of “the one”. It had only taken three. It was a fabulous, princess inspired A-line in stark white, designed by Vera Wang and reminiscent of Cinderella. The torso was covered with tiny glittering jewels placed delicately all over the dainty, pristine lace detail that cascaded down the full length of the skirt. It was a once-in-a-lifetime dress meant for a once-in-a-lifetime wedding. Each pew was decorated with a lovely arrangement of flowers. In fact, the whole church was filled with bouquets and vases, and it felt like the entire place had turned into an elegant indoor flower garden. Brilliant blue hydrangeas and vivid violet irises were hidden among white lilies and roses. The mix of flowery scents was heavenly. Truthfully, my wedding planner had knocked it out of the park. I should have paid her more. My friends had arrived on time and had waited an hour before the first of them had started to trickle out. The priest had stood with me for a short while, but eventually he’d retreated to his study. A few members of my family had joined too, but they ended up leaving along with the rest. My mother and father had stayed with me the longest, but they had never really like Robert, so I soon grew tired of the “I told you so’s” and eventually told them that I wanted to be alone. They’d be flying back to Los Angeles tomorrow morning anyway. The plan had been that I would leave for my honeymoon in the Maldives at the same time. Everything had been prepared for down to the very last detail. Everything had been perfect, except for one thing. My fiancé had never shown up. He’d left me alone at the altar, leaving me to deal with the shame and utter humiliation of having to explain his absence while having literally no idea why he wasn’t here at my side. Was I not enough? Had I done something wrong? Why wasn’t he here? Finally, I left the alter and made it down the few steps towards the pew in the front. I lowered myself slowly, sitting down carefully among the copious amount of tulle around my waist. I pressed my hands to my face, wanting to cry but also not wanting to ruin the makeup I’d had done this morning. What had gone wrong? Somewhere inside the church, a clock ticked, and my hearing focused solely on it for a moment. Every click of the second hand seemed like the tolling of a bell, and my throat closed, making it hard to breath and even harder to think. My vision narrowed to a single pinpoint, and I closed my eyes, which made everything seem infinitely easier. Maybe I could pretend that I wasn’t here, that none of this was real. Breathe in. Breathe out. Everything is going to be okay. The massive oak doors at the back of the church opened, and I didn’t dare look up because I didn’t want to see another familiar face offering pity. Instead, I cleared my throat and tried to play the brave card as best I could. “I’d prefer to be alone right now,” I tried. “I’d like a chance to talk to you,” a husky, rumbling voice echoed. I didn’t recognize it, and even as I searched my brain for any hint of who it could be, I came up blank. The structure of the church gave it a dangerously ominous feel, and it set me on edge, suddenly morphing my embarrassment into anxiety. The scuff of his shoes against the floor told me he was moving closer and that he wasn’t going to go away. I swallowed hard and lifted my chin, forcing myself to look up and see who it was. I froze. Immediately, I realized that my instinct had been right. I didn’t know him. In fact, I couldn’t imagine a world where I would run into a man like him. Truthfully, he was sort of terrifying. He was massive, well over six feet tall and built like a bodybuilder. His biceps were so big that I probably couldn’t have closed my hands if I put both around one. His imposing height and enormous