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Ava, My Heart
Ava, My Heart
Author: Wordsmith91

Prologue

Author: Wordsmith91
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-04-11 01:53:27

The doors swung open, and everyone stood. But Alexander Reed didn’t move.

His eyes were locked on the woman walking toward him.

Ava.

She held a small bouquet, her fingers tight around the stems, but her face… it was calm, glowing, like she was walking straight out of a dream. Her white dress floated gently around her legs. No lace overload, no heavy jewels…just clean lines that hugged her softly and made her look like the kind of woman angels would envy.

Alexander exhaled, and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

She looked up, caught his gaze…and smiled back.

Damn.

For a man used to running multi-million dollar projects, giving orders that made buildings rise from dirt, nothing had ever made him feel this unsteady.

Except her.

When she reached him, he reached out for her hand…didn’t even think. Just touched her. Warm. Real. His.

The ceremony began, but Alexander wasn’t hearing much. He watched her mouth move as she recited her vows, and all he could think about was how lucky he was. She wasn’t just beautiful. She was soft-hearted, funny in that quiet way, and stronger than most people gave her credit for. She made him feel like more than just a man with a title.

When it was his turn, he looked her straight in the eyes. “I do,” he said, without a blink.

Then came the kiss.

He leaned in, one hand on her waist, the other curling gently around the back of her neck. He kissed her slow, but sure…like the kind of man who knew exactly what he wanted.

Applause broke out, but neither of them reacted.

Ava looked up at him, cheeks flushed. “You’re really mine now.”

Alexander chuckled. “No, sweetheart. I’ve always been yours.”

He tucked her hand into his as they walked down the aisle, eyes on nothing and no one else.

Everyone cheered, snapped pictures, but Alexander didn’t care.

This wasn’t for the crowd.

This was for him.

And her.

And the kind of forever they’d just promised each other.

…

The hall sparkled with golden lights, laughter, and music. Champagne flowed, cutleries clinked, and the scent of roses filled the air.

But in the far corner of the reception, seated at a round table dressed in white, Deirdre Reed sipped her wine like it was poison…and her eyes never left the dance floor.

Her lips curled as she watched Ava in her son’s arms, the bride giggling as Alexander spun her gently, his hand firm on her waist. He leaned in, whispering something, and Ava threw her head back in laughter.

“Oh, please,” Deirdre muttered.

Beside her, Hilda clicked her tongue. “You’d think she’d won the lottery.”

“She did,” Deirdre said coldly, setting her glass down with a sharp tap. “A schoolteacher from the suburbs marries the most sought-after architect in the city? Darling, that’s the definition of a jackpot.”

The women around her chuckled, all of them dressed in expensive gowns and filled with diamonds. But Deirdre didn’t laugh. Her jaw was tight. Her eyes, colder than the champagne.

“She doesn’t belong here,” she continued, her voice was low and sharp like the edge of a knife. “Look at her. Smiling like she earned this. Like she deserves him.”

“She’s pretty,” Hilda offered with a lazy shrug.

“Pretty fades,” Deirdre snapped. “And kindness won’t hold up when Alexander gets tired of playing house with a woman who clips coupons.”

On the dance floor, Alexander pulled Ava closer, resting his forehead against hers, completely lost in her. He didn’t care who was watching. His world had narrowed down to her…and only her.

Deirdre’s nails dug into the side of her chair.

She watched her son press a kiss to Ava’s temple. The softness in his eyes, the way he looked at her like she was the only star in the sky…it made Deirdre’s skin crawl.

She couldn’t breathe.

Not because of the wine.

Because of the woman in white.

Ava.

The sweet little teacher who walked into her son's life and ruined everything.

Deirdre leaned forward, voice like venom. “She won’t last. I swear it. She can wear the dress, smile for the cameras, dance all she wants…but she will never be part of this family. Not while I’m alive.”

She picked up her glass again, but this time she didn't drink.

She just watched.

And waited.

Because this wedding?

It was only the beginning.

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    The morning air was still cool when Ava rolled the car into the driveway. She glanced at Alexander beside her. He hadn’t said much during the drive…just held her hand across the console, fingers curled tight around hers like he was afraid she’d vanish.She parked.“I’ll help you inside,” she said, reaching for her door.“No,” Alexander said, already moving. “I’ll walk.”She blinked. “Alex…”“I’ve got it.”And he did. Slowly. Steadily. He stepped out, straightened up, and walked toward the house like a man determined to reclaim something. His pace wasn’t fast, but his back was straight, and his jaw was set. Ava walked a few steps behind him, just in case.He reached the front steps, unlocked the door, and went straight for the chair by the window…his favorite one. The moment he settled into it, his body sank, like it was finally allowed to relax.He let out a breath. “God… it feels good to be home.”Ava smiled, soft and real. “You sure you don’t want me to carry you next time?”He smir

  • Ava, My Heart   31

    As the perfume bottle hit the floor, glass shattered. The scent filled the room in a sudden burst of floral and spice. But neither Alexander nor the nurse looked at it.They looked at her.Ava.Her eyes were locked on the nurse…not blinking, not looking away. Her chest was rising fast. Her fists clenched by her sides.And then, without a word…without even closing the door…she dropped her handbag and lunged.“You bitch!”She grabbed the nurse by the hair with both hands, yanking her back so hard the woman shrieked. Alexander watched as the nurse was ripped off his body and thrown sideways. Her knees hit the ground, but Ava didn’t stop.She followed.One hand still gripping the nurse’s hair, the other came down in a hard slap across her face.“He’s married!” Ava screamed, hitting her again. “You disgusting, shameless whore!”The nurse tried to crawl away, but Ava grabbed her by the arm and slammed her back against the floor.Alexander couldn’t speak. His heart was racing. His vision was

  • Ava, My Heart   30

    Late afternoon sun poured through the hospital windows, as Alexander lay in his private ward, alone for the first time in hours. Ava had gone home to freshen up, to bring a few things he’d asked for…his cologne, a change of clothes, and her presence. He missed her already. Alexander exhaled slowly, the leather file in his hand slipping slightly as he read over the figures. His assistant had just left, after running him through a few pressing reports that couldn’t wait, even if he’d been stabbed. Business didn’t stop. Not for blood. Not for pain. He sat up slightly, the bandages tugging at his side. His bare chest was still firm, a light sheen of sweat from pushing himself to stay alert. He flipped a page when the door opened. A nurse stepped in. Young. Curvy. Confident. She smiled. “Time for your medication, Mr. Reed,” she said lightly, then closed the door behind her. Alexander barely glanced up. “Sure.” He rolled his arm toward her as she approached, syringe in hand. She

  • Ava, My Heart   29

    The low sound of the air conditioner filled the silence like a steady background rhythm. Sunlight slipped through the blinds, soft lines stretching across the floor and lighting up the clean white of the hospital walls. The television played quietly in the corner, forgotten.Ava sat close to the bed, her body turned slightly toward Alexander. One hand lay gently over his, her thumb brushing small circles against the back of his palm. Her gaze moved occasionally to his face, to the way his eyes stayed fixed on the corner of the room, his expression unreadable.He was upright, propped by two pillows, the line of stitches near his collarbone visible against the clean hospital gown. He looked strong, still, calm, but Ava could tell. In the way his shoulders sometimes tightened. In the shallow breaths he tried to hide. In the set of his mouth. He was in pain. He just didn’t want her to see it.She didn’t say anything. She didn’t need to.She just stayed beside him, fingers warm against his

  • Ava, My Heart   28

    By evening, Deidre Reed had done exactly what she said she would.The man who had stabbed Alexander was caught and dragged into custody. Not just him…the entire group that had jumped into that fight, throwing punches like it was some kind of street game, were picked up one after the other. Their faces were bruised. Their mouths swollen. The station reeked of sweat, blood, and regret. All because they had picked the wrong man.Alexander Reed.A name that carried weight in every circle, from corporate boardrooms to the dusty corners of the city’s underbelly. And behind that name stood his mother…Deidre.She walked into the police station in her sharp black pantsuit like she owned the place. No badge, no title. Just power. She didn’t need to shout. Her presence alone forced the officers to stand straighter, to speak more clearly. To respect her.She wasn’t running the investigation…the officers were. But it was no secret that Deidre had poured a mountain of money into speeding up the pro

  • Ava, My Heart   27

    Alexander slowly came to, his mind sluggish, as though it was trying to piece itself together, step by agonizing step. A sharp ache shot through his abdomen. He winced, feeling the bandages wrapped tightly around his stomach. It felt as though his body had been crushed and hastily repaired, the pain ate at him with every shallow breath he took.His eyelids fluttered open, and the white hospital room came into view...the soft beeping of monitors in the background. He shifted slightly, and the pain only intensified, sending a wave of nausea through him. He was on a drip, a needle in his arm, and everything felt too surreal, too foreign.But there was something else. Something that didn’t belong in the coldness of the hospital. The sight of it brought a sense of warmth flooding his chest.Ava.She was asleep in the only chair in the room, curled up, her head resting against the side of the bed. Her face was peaceful, but there was a sadness about her, a heaviness in the way she lay. He c

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