He was the empire's brightest star, blessed by Heaven's hand. He was the hidden boy, born of forbidden blood. Their paths were never meant to cross... But when destiny laughed, flame met shadow at the altar. Bound by vows, tied by curse ..if one falls, both are lost. This is not a love story. This is the story Heaven tried to erase.

Part two of Unintended vows ✨ In a world full of memories, the cruelest are the ones that never fade- the ones that stay when the people don't. Some stories don't begin at all. They unravel-like a scream swallowed in silence, like a name once worshipped, now spoken by no one. He forgets. She searches. And the child, too small to name her ache, clings to the warmth of a ghost she never met. What if forgetting was a choice? And remembering- a curse only the left behind had to carry? This is not a second chance. It's what remains after love is buried alive.

To the ones who wanted what they shouldn't. The ones who didn't just break the rules- They moaned through them. He was the boundary. I was the bruised want pressed against it. We were never meant to touch. And yet- What else were we supposed to do with this fire? I looked at him like a secret. He looked at me like temptation was worth the consequences. It wasn't just forbidden. It was sacred in its danger. The silence between us? A battlefield of glances. The air? So heavy with what we couldn't say, it could strangle. This wasn't a story about falling in love. This was about craving it so badly it tore your ribs apart. Power was uneven. Timing was wrong. But the desire? It fit like teeth to throat, like wrist to grip. And god-did we starve for it. He was the lecture I shouldn't take twice. I was the punishment he couldn't stop grading. Every reason to stay away- And still we devoured each other like prayer. This isn't safe. It isn't clean. It's academic misconduct within a hard-on. And you're going to love every second of it. --- For the readers who've ever looked at something and thought: >"I shouldn't want this." But wanted it anyway. And kept wanting it until it hurt. Welcome to the story. The rules don't live here anymore. And neither does your self-control.

They were promised to others. Yet bound to each other. One loved like dawn-soft, warm, and full of belief. The other destroyed like dusk-cold, cruel, and already broken. They weren't strangers. They were enemies dressed in wedding white. An omega carved from sunlight. An alpha born from storms. Tied by a fate neither of them chose. And vows neither of them meant. Love? It belonged to someone else. But pain- Pain made a home between their bones. This isn't a love story. It's revenge wrapped in velvet. It's betrayal in the shape of a kiss. It's the kind of forever that ruins everything it touches. Because in the end, They didn't fall in love. They fell into each other's ruin... "He was a promise I made to someone else - and the sin I kept coming back for."✨