The heart Beneath the Thorn
The Heart Beneath the Thorn — A Modern Beauty and the Beast Retelling 💔
In a glittering city of fortunes and façades, The Heart Beneath the Thorn reimagines Beauty and the Beast through the broken glass of betrayal, redemption, and forbidden love.
Emilia Grace, a fierce yet quietly bruised soul, is just trying to survive. Between juggling hospital shifts, family debts, and the ghosts of her past, she’s never had the luxury of dreaming. But fate has a cruel sense of humor when she’s assigned to care for Max Carter—the cold-hearted billionaire who once made her school years a waking nightmare.
Max was the golden boy with the cruel smirk—the privileged heir with everything, except peace. Years later, a tragic accident leaves him scarred, not just physically but emotionally. Isolated and emotionally exiled, Max is now a man haunted by his past choices and a legacy wrapped in barbed wire.
When Emilia walks back into his life, she's no longer the girl he mocked—she's the woman who might just be his undoing.
Forced into each other’s orbit, what begins as a war of words slowly melts into lingering stares, late-night confessions, and an unraveling of everything they thought they knew. Max, the beast of her memories, begins to reveal the tender man beneath the mask—a man who collects poetry he never shares, who builds gardens no one sees, and who might have always loved the girl he couldn’t protect.
But trust doesn’t bloom easily in thorn-covered soil. And when old enemies, buried secrets, and a scandalous inheritance come to light, Emilia must decide: can she love the man who once broke her, now that he’s the only one trying to piece her back together?
A tale of enemies-to-lovers, second chances.
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Chapter: EpilogueMarco didn’t believe in fate.Not until the moment he ran a red light on his Ducati and nearly collided with a girl in stilettos sprinting full speed into traffic.She didn’t scream. Didn’t flinch. Just leapt sideways like a ballerina raised on gunpowder, hair whipping across her face, and landed with a graceful spin straight onto the back of his bike.“Drive,” she commanded, breathless but in control.Behind her, two black SUVs came screeching around the corner like hell had released its hounds.Marco didn’t ask questions.He gritted his jaw, twisted the throttle, and tore down the boulevard like the devil himself rode pillion. The engine roared beneath them, tires hissing across rain-slick asphalt as horns blared and headlights sliced through the stormy dusk. The girl clung to him like she’d done this before—like chaos was home and motorcycles were made for queens.They zipped through narrow alleys, cutting between delivery trucks and dumpsters, sliding dangerously close to parked c
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Chapter: ConclusionThe rain danced gently against the wide glass windows of the Carter estate, where time seemed to slow and love aged like fine wine. Inside a cozy reading nook nestled between two tall bookshelves, Emilia sat with a well-worn copy of Beauty and the Beast in her lap. Her long, dark hair was loosely tied back, and her reading glasses balanced at the tip of her nose as her voice carried the words like an old melody.“‘…And as she whispered ‘I love you,’ the Beast transformed into a prince, his curse undone by the power of true love.’”Emilio groaned and flopped dramatically against the velvet cushions beside her. He was eight, full of fire and sarcasm, with his father’s striking green eyes and his mother’s dimpled smile. “Ugh, that’s so cheesy, Mama.”“Yeah,” Maxine chimed in from the floor where she was coloring. She was only five, but already a sassy whirlwind of energy wrapped in curls and glitter. “Beasts don’t turn into princes. That’s just… rubish.”“Rubbish,” Emilia corrected gentl
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Chapter: The Heart Beneath the ThornThe garden had changed. The feel was different.Where once only ivy clung and faded roses drooped, now color spilled in every direction—red, white, blush, and gold. Roses opened their velvet mouths to the sky. Dew clung to petals like diamonds, catching the last breath of sunlight. A fountain trickled in the center, its marble edges worn smooth with time, reflecting the wisteria-stained sky above.Birdsong drifted through the air, light as laughter.Florence below was alive, but it felt worlds away. Here, in the rooftop garden above the library where stories slept, time held its breath.Max stood at the edge of the path, his hands tucked into the pockets of his coat. The breeze tugged at his collar, playing with a loose strand of Emilia’s hair as she stood beside him, staring out at the city she had come to call home.But it wasn’t the skyline she was really seeing.It was him.Him—and everything they’d been.The monster in the hospital bed.The boy who wrote her anonymous letters.Th
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Chapter: Name in the WindThe sky over Florence blushed lavender as the sun slipped toward the horizon, casting the rooftop garden in a soft, otherworldly glow.The roses bloomed like secrets—some shy, others bold, curling toward the fading warmth. Ivy clung to marble balustrades, and the scent of rain-kissed petals still clung to the air like perfume. The bells of a nearby cathedral began to toll, low and melodic, echoing through the alleys below.Emilia stood at the garden’s edge, her fingertips grazing the petals of a white rose. She didn’t pluck it. She only touched it, careful and reverent, like someone brushing the memory of a dream.Behind her, Max lingered in stillness—his silhouette half-cast in shadow. His dark coat moved with the wind, his breath visible in the cooling air, but his gaze never left her.It was like watching a vision.And then—softly, quietly—she whispered:“Max.”His name floated across the rooftop like a blessing, like a benediction spoken in the old language of love.He froze.Ever
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Chapter: The Garden RemembersThe rooftop was quieter now. The rain had long since stopped. A velvet hush had fallen over Florence, as if the city itself were leaning in to listen.Max and Emilia sat side by side on the stone bench nestled between rose bushes, the scent of petals thick in the damp air. His hand still gently cradled hers—her finger wrapped in his handkerchief. The letter he’d given her lay in her lap, the creases smoothed from her shaking fingers.And then, softly, her voice broke the silence.She began to read aloud.“You were always the beauty among my ruin…”Her voice wavered. The words carried differently this time—not just from paper to air, but from memory to heart.With every line she read, something inside her stirred.“You found poetry in my rage.Lullabies in my silence…”Her voice cracked.Suddenly—snap—a flash.Max, in his wheelchair, flinging a spoon across the hospital room.“I said no more oatmeal!”“I said stop acting like a child!”She blinked hard. Her breath caught. The memory wa
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Chapter: Thorns and VowsThe rain had stopped.Pale light filtered through the library’s grand arched windows, casting golden halos across the marble floor. The rooftop garden now felt like a dream — a place where time had paused and hearts had whispered things they never dared before.But below, in a quiet, empty study room tucked between the 17th-century literature and the Renaissance manuscripts, time resumed.Max stood by the tall window, staring out at Florence’s skyline — domes and steeples rising above centuries of history. He didn’t turn when Emilia entered.She closed the door gently behind her. “You wanted to talk?”He turned, slow and solemn, holding something in his hand.A folded piece of parchment. Old, creased, but carefully preserved.His voice was quiet. “I wrote this after the accident… before I knew if you’d ever speak to me again. I wasn’t going to give it to you.”She took a slow step closer. “Why now?”He met her eyes. “Because I finally believe you’re ready to know how much I broke when
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Chapter: Into the Rabbit HoleThe clock on Dominique’s bedroom wall had ticked past 2 a.m., but sleep was a stranger she hadn’t invited in months. The air hung thick with anticipation—like the pause before a curtain lifts, or a predator crouched just out of sight. Her desk was bathed in a dim, bluish glow from her monitor, where lines of encrypted code pulsed like a heartbeat.She adjusted the earbuds and glanced at the second screen. Damien’s face appeared in the corner video feed, bathed in the sterile light of his own workspace. He looked as wired as she felt, hoodie drawn tight over his head, jaw clenched.“You sure you want to go through with this?” he asked, voice low and rasped through the static.She didn’t answer immediately. Her fingers hovered over the enter key, frozen in that liminal moment between caution and recklessness.“I’ve lived in masks for so long I forgot what my real face looks like,” she said. “If this gets us closer to the Fox… I’m in.”Damien gave a subtle nod. “Then we go in together. N
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Chapter: Double BlindThey meet in an abandoned greenhouse behind the old rec center. The scene is moody and tense—half-thriller, half-confessional. Damien admits he’s been tracking the Fox on his own, using dark-net forums and data leaks from dom communities. He warns Dominique that the Fox is escalating and might not be working alone. As they argue over control and risk, the chemistry between them sparks again. It ends with an intimate, suggestive moment as they share a quiet, stolen kiss—not lustful, but protective—and Dominique asks, “What if this is all a game we’re meant to lose?”Dominique didn’t sleep. She just stared at the faint green light of her charging laptop, glowing like a threat in the dark.By morning, she was back in Marco’s apartment, caffeine in one hand, USB key in the other.He was already up, crouched over two monitors, three phones, and a fourth screen scrolling lines of code she didn’t recognize.“You pulled metadata, right?” she asked as she tossed the USB onto the desk.“Not just
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Chapter: Signal ContinuedHer hands flew to the laptop, slamming it shut like that could erase what she’d seen.The Fox had been in the room.Not a metaphor. Not a symbol. Not a digital phantom.He had stood behind her—watched her. Unmasked. Vulnerable.Dominique tasted bile in her throat. The WREC Room had security. Hidden cams. Locked doors. And yet…Her spine pressed into the cool wall behind her, trying to steady herself.How long had he been there? What else had he seen?Her heart pounded as memories raced backward—every stream, every whisper, every breathless command she’d given, thinking she was alone in power.But he had been a step ahead.Watching.Cataloguing.Waiting.She called Marco.No answer.She texted: “Red alert. He was THERE. I have a video. Meet now.”Still nothing.Dominique grabbed her hoodie, slipping it over her sleepwear, and crept through the darkened halls of the house like a hunted creature.Outside, the night was still.Too still.As she slid into her car and pulled out of the driv
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Chapter: Signal to the NoiseThe cellar door shut behind her with a groan that felt too final.Dominique stood alone, breath shallow in the silence. Dust lingered in the air like ghosted memories. Her hands were still trembling from the message Marco had sent her just moments earlier. The signal just went live again.Someone had posted from this house. Someone who had access to the shrine. To Domina Noir.She turned back to the mirrored wall—the one that showed her masked reflection. It was still. But something about it made her stomach coil.The mask in the mirror… it was the same one she'd worn last year during her first masked stream.Only… she’d bought hers online. Hadn’t she?She squinted. The curve of the lips. The hairline cracks. The faint gold shimmer in the corner of the eye.No. Not just similar.The same mask.And it had been here long before she’d ever ordered one.A setup?Or something more haunting?Her fingers hovered over a velvet box on the display shelf next to the shrine. Inside was a long, d
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Chapter: House of FirewallsThe mask sat on her desk like it belonged there. Dominique hadn’t moved it since last night. She hadn’t slept either.It had become a ritual now—nightmares laced with static, flashes of porcelain faces, blood-red lipstick smeared across time. She could no longer tell what was memory and what was suggestion.All she knew was this: the Fox wasn’t just watching anymore.He was setting the stage.And she refused to wait in the wings.By noon, she was at Marco’s apartment.He was still half-asleep, hair matted, shirtless beneath a loose hoodie. His gaming setup glowed faintly behind him in his studio—an obsessive tangle of monitors, cords, and LED strips. It smelled like Red Bull, burnt toast, and overpriced cologne.“You look like hell,” he said, blinking at her.Dominique dropped her backpack on the floor and stepped inside. “I need you to hack a ghost.”Marco arched a brow. “Define ‘ghost.’”She tossed him a USB drive. “Whoever Fox is… they’re not new to this. They scrub their digital
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Chapter: House of EyesThe house hadn’t creaked this much since she was little.Dominique moved through the upstairs hallway like a ghost, bare feet silent against polished hardwood floors. It was just after midnight. The air was dense with late-summer humidity, sticky and slow, clinging to her skin like sweat she hadn’t earned.She had barely slept in days.Between streams, false flags, and the Fox’s cryptic messages, her mind was fraying like silk under too much strain. She told herself she was in control. But control was a currency. And the exchange rate was brutal.Tonight, she wasn’t hunting the Fox online.Tonight, she was going back to the beginning.To her childhood attic.To the place her therapist once called “the nest.”It was the one place no one else ever entered—not her mother, not even the maids. Just dust, old trunks, and memories she didn’t trust. That made it the perfect hiding place.Or the perfect origin point.She gripped the antique brass knob and pushed the attic door open with a groa
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