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Terms and Heart Not my type
~Alexander~“Marry you?!... You're not even my type. I'm barely interested in you,” She exclaimed. I clenched my jaw so tightly I could feel the tension rise to my temples. Was she serious? Women with power, money, and family names that shook the city would sell their souls for a fraction of my attention and yet she, with nothing but a sharp tongue and a paycheck that could barely keep the lights on, had the audacity to say I wasn’t her type?“You’re joking, right?” she asked.I shoved my hands into my pockets, my voice like ice. “Do I look like I’m fucking kidding?” I said, each word clipped. “Be my wife. One year. I’ll cover every damn bill you have, and when it’s over, you’ll walk away with five hundred million dollars.” Her laugh was bitter, disbelieving. “This is ridiculous—who just walks around in broad daylight asking strangers to marry him?” Her voice grated on me. I loathed rejection—loathed it even more when it came from someone w
Terms and Heart CHAPTER 8
~Joanne~Time flew excruciatingly slow. I spent the night thinking of how I’d present my miserable story to Alexander Blackwell without sounding so… pathetic. He could help with just a single phone call, but that didn’t guarantee he would. He was infamous for his cold, ruthless heart. I didn’t know what possessed me to even consider asking him for help, yet here I was. I had to take this bold step—Nate’s life depended on it. I stood at the entrance of the elevator leading to the executive floor trying to summon my non-existent courage to step inside. I took deep breaths trying to calm my racing heart from splitting into two. I was anxious and scared at the same time—scared of what I’m to expect, scared of how shattered my life would be after now. He might decide to help or not but either way I know for sure my life won’t remain the same. My fingers hovered over the elevator button. Just press it, Joanne. Just get it over with. I pressed
Terms and Heart Chapter 7
~Joanne~ The cold night air hit my face the moment I stepped out of the hospital doors. It wasn’t refreshing. It was biting. And yet, I needed it. I needed something to remind me I was still here. Still breathing. Still trying. Stella had tried to convince me to go home. She tried her best to comfort me, to assure me that everything would be fine—but I didn’t see it. I didn’t know if I could still hope at this point. I didn’t know if I should expect the worst. I staggered to the nearest bench just outside the emergency wing and collapsed into it, burying my face in my hands. My fingers were cold. My chest tighter than it had ever been. It wasn’t just the fear of losing Nate anymore. It was helplessness.Watching him like that — wires, tubes, machines doing the job his heart could no longer manage and knowing there was nothing I could do… My eyes burned, and this time I didn’t stop the tears. I let them fall, hot and silent down my ch
Terms and Heart CHAPTER 6
~Joanne~ Alexander Blackwell stood in front of me. All tailored suit, chiseled jawline and icy blue eyes that could probably freeze the soul He stood towering before me, making me doubt my actual height. I was a proud 5’7 but standing before him made me feel small For a moment I forgot the suspension. I forgot what even brought me here. All I could think was: Holy hell. He's even hotter up close than in pictures. He was staring at me with one brow raised. Irritation etched in his brows and his lips pursed into a thin line. And damn it— those lips looked dangerously sexy. The light throb on my forehead snapped me back to reality. Then it suddenly dawned on me that I was standing there openly ogling my boss in front of his secretaries and assistants. My cheeks flared crimson. I straightened up quickly, pushing my hair behind my ear, trying to salvage whatever dignity I had left. “I didn’t really mean to barge in like that,” I said, my voice a little too fast, a little too
Terms and Heart CHAPTER 5
~Joanne~ The office felt like it hadn't fully woken up yet. Most desks were still empty. Only a handful of people arrived and they barely filled up the space. ‘I guess today I was part of the punctual workers’ I murmured good morning greetings to my co-workers with my signature fake smile plastered on my face. They were already clustered in small groups, gossiping like the day hadn’t just started. “Good morning to you too Joanne,” one of my colleagues bothered to respond. “Hope you had a good night's rest,” he added, trying to strike a conversation. “Yh, I did. Thank you,” I replied,brushing it off with a short nod. Without another glance in his direction, I made my way to my desk and settled down— preparing myself mentally for the hectic day ahead. “I noticed you didn't report to work yesterday” Someone said from behind me.I didn’t need to turn around to know it was the same guy from earlier. He was really
Terms and Heart CHAPTER 4
~Joanne~ The moment I stepped into the house and picked up my phone, I was hit with a notification: 32 missed calls.Twenty-seven from Stella, three from Sam, and two from an unknown number. “Holy sh*t.”Stella must’ve really tried to break my phone in half. Messages were also flooding in and they were mostly from Stella.> Where on earth are you, fat-ass? Please return my calls 😭😭😭😭😭I could already picture her expression as she typed that — worry laced with that signature Stella flair.Indeed, I had a sizable ass but turning it into a nickname was crazy. A message from Sam slid in next:> Where are you, Anne? Are you okay? Please call me back, my love. I rolled my eyesSometimes I genuinely wondered how he managed to juggle his endless cheating with a possessive, borderline-insane girlfriend. He was a cranky pervert and I'd rather scrub gas station toilets than have anything to do with him so without hesitation, I blocked his num
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