Todos los capítulos de Heartbreak And Wars: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

(Aloe’s POV) I froze the instant I saw Wakes Savage, moving through the crowd like he owned the room, his eyes locking on me the second he noticed I wasn’t at his side.My chest tightened, but I forced my shoulders back, keeping my posture calm. I couldn’t let him see me falter.Blake’s hand brushed mine, just lightly, and it was enough. Enough to ground me, and to remind me that I wasn’t alone, that I had someone in my corner, and I had a choice. I stepped closer to him, keeping my gaze forward, letting my spine and stance say what my lips couldn’t yet.People were starting to notice, cameras clicking everywhere as whispers spread, and a small crowd formed around us, sensing the tension.I could feel it prickling the back of my neck, the curiosity in their stares. They were waiting for a drama, and I was about to give them one, whether Wakes liked it or not.He reached us in two long strides, his eyes holding the clear anger and confusion. “Aloe… What's going on?Why did you leave

Blake’s POVThe ride back to the apartment was quiet at first, the hum of the tires over asphalt filling the silence between us. Aloe sat beside me, her fingers brushing against mine on the console, tentative, testing. I didn’t pull away; not yet. Not after everything that had happened.“You didn’t answer my question in the car,” she finally said, eyes on the passing streetlights. “Are we just… pretending for the cameras?”I glanced at her, catching the subtle edge in her voice. “No,” I said softly. “We’re just… showing the world what I see every day.” My words were quiet, but my meaning was deliberate. I wanted her to know that the stunt at the gala wasn’t just about humiliation, it was about her, about giving her back control.She gave me a small, half-laugh, half-sigh. “You’re too serious sometimes, Blake.”I smiled, brushing my thumb along the back of her hand. “Maybe. But when it comes to you… I’m always serious.”By the time we reached the apartment, my mind was already racing.

(Aloe’s POV)The beach had been everything I needed and nothing I wanted all at once. The sun had been dipping low, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange, and Blake had been there, fully present, completely untethered.I had laughed more in those few hours than I had in weeks, letting the warmth of normalcy seep into me, even if only temporarily.We were walking along the shoreline, shoes in hand, toes brushing the wet sand, water lapping around our ankles.Every time I looked at him, my chest fluttered in a way I hated to admit. He was easy to be around, smooth, protective, and so obliviously dangerous at the same time. He had this way of making me feel like I could forget everything.. the world, Wakes, my life back home. And yet I couldn’t.“Careful,” he once said, his voice low, near my ear, and I felt it vibrate against my skin. “The rocks ahead are slippery.”I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stop a smile from forming. “I can handle a few rocks, Blake. I’ve survived

WAKES POVHeron’s call came in the middle of dinner, but I wasn’t surprised. “Sir, a car just left the estate,” he said as soon as I picked up. His voice was clipped, professional, but there was an edge in it that made my stomach twist.“It’s a black sedan… the model Blake drives. I have confirmed the plates on the monitor.”I froze, the fork in my hand clattering against the plate. “A car left? Now?” My mind started racing before he could answer. “Heron, get yourself here. Now. I don’t care what you’re doing, leave immediately.”The line went dead, and I barely waited before standing and pacing, the sound of my own footsteps echoing through the quiet mansion.Every instinct in me screamed that this wasn’t going to be simple. Blake and Aloe out on their own meant war waiting to happen.I was already imagining the worst… her shivering in the rain, him holding her close because she was cold, their laughter turning to panic if anyone came near. My fists clenched at the thought.Heron a

Blake’s POVThe fire sputtered, tiny tongues of flame reaching upward, casting flickering shadows across the hut’s rough wooden walls. I had piled on whatever dry wood I could find, but it was still barely enough to warm the space. Aloe’s shivers hadn’t completely stopped, and each time she moved, I felt the cold bite at my own skin through the thin fabric of my jacket.I shifted closer, letting her lean against me again, her head pressing into my chest. There was no room for embarrassment here, no time for pretenses. We were soaked, exhausted, and alone in a hut in the middle of a storm-soaked brush, and yet somehow, being this close felt… necessary.“Do you think it’ll last?” she murmured, her voice almost swallowed by the crackle of the fire. I glanced down at her, noticing how her lashes clung together with moisture, her lips pale but soft in the firelight.I offered her a small, reassuring smile, brushing damp strands of hair from her forehead.“It will,” I said, though I wasn’t