All Chapters of Heartbreak And Wars: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Aloe’s POVI was still sitting on the floor, lost in thought when the lights went off, signaling that it was time for bed. I was still contemplating on how to leave this loveless marriage, but no idea was coming aside going to Blake Williams, Wake's altermost rival. That I didn't even notice how late it was already.I managed and stood up, took off the sheets and placed new ones, I didn't bother taking a shower, I just changed my clothes and moved to the bed.I lay on the edge, facing the wall, my body tense as if even in dreams I’d have to defend myself. Every creak of the floorboards, every whisper of wind through the curtains kept my mind on high alert. My hand stayed pressed to my stomach most of the night, as if I could shield the baby from the poison that seemed to seep from every corner of this house.When morning light crept through the curtains, it felt like a spotlight, exposing the mess inside me. My limbs were heavy, but I dragged myself up, slipping into a robe before hea

Aloe’s POVThe door opened before I could even raise my hand to knock.He stood there, tall, broad, and was like a figure carved from shadows and light, like he belonged in a different world altogether.And standing before me is no other person than Blake's Matthew. The man whose name was whispered like a curse at Wakes Savage’s gatherings. The man Wakes had sworn to ruin.“Mrs. Savage,” he said smoothly, his voice low and certain, like this was the moment he’d been waiting years for.My heart slammed against my ribs, each beat a warning. The faintest smirk tugged at his lips. “I was wondering when you’d show up.”I don't understand what he meant by that but my instinct was telling me to turn and run and battle with the iron will that had kept me standing through every storm. But I couldn’t go back, not after what I’d left behind.Blake stepped aside, his movements slow and deliberate. “Come in. Before someone thinks you’re stranded with nowhere to go.”The front door closed behind me

Aloe’s POVI didn’t sleep, not really didn't sleep, didn't sleep. I just kept my eyes open long after my body had given up, staring at the ceiling, counting the seconds until I could convince myself to move. Every sound in the house made my heart jump…. Not minding if it's soft thuds, a creak in the floorboards, the faint hum of the refrigerator, it's all alarming cause I felt exposed.Not in a physical way, I knew Blake had eyes on everything but in a way that made my chest tight, like being under someone’s gaze could reach into me and pick me apart.When I finally got up, I realized I wasn’t entirely aware of why I’d done it. Part of me had wanted to see him, to test the presence I couldn’t stop thinking about since I arrived.Another part was more selfish, it was just a desire for comfort in a world that had become cold, distant, and frightening. I tried to push that last thought away. I am married and also pregnant. None of this changes that.I found him in the kitchen. He was sta

Wakes’s POVAloe hadn’t come back. Not that I expected her to, but each passing hour gnawed at something deeper, a primal edge that refused to calm. I kept on pacing in the living room. I kept on nudging on Heron to fucking do something.But his voice was always calm and precise, anything I asked if he had gotten anything, and that grated on my nerves. I didn’t want calm, I wanted a solution. I wanted a way to rip her back from the shadow where she had hidden herself.“Wakes,” Heron said, as if he hadn’t just spent half the night tracking her movements.“I told you, I’ve traced everything we can. There’s no digital footprint beyond the building she went into. No camera captures inside, no access logs. Nothing at all.”I slammed my phone on the table, rattling the crystal glass next to it. “Nothing?” I growled.“Blake's apartment isn't in the wind, Heron. She went there, so if she can go inside there that means there should be a way you will be able to hack in, and you’re telling me th

Blake’s POVThe limo slowed as the glow of camera flashes bled through the tinted windows, a warning of what waited outside. I shifted my cuff, my fingers smoothing the fabric, more to anchor myself than out of need. Aloe sat beside me, her spine straight, and shoulders set, as if the leather seat beneath her was a throne and this entire night her coronation. She didn’t fidget, didn’t glance at the mirror to fix her hair or check her lipstick. She didn’t need to because she already looked untouchable.Her hand rested on her lap, still, and poised. Mine hovered close until her fingers brushed against mine, a touch so faint it could have been accidental. But I caught them, refusing to let go, grounding her the same way she steadied me. She didn’t turn, or speak, but I felt a silent pact in the hush between us.The limo door opened, and the night roared alive. Flashes burst like small explosions, voices shouted, the crowd surged forward. I stepped out first, holding her hand, helping her