The Hand And The Heart

I was a brilliant artist. But I crushed my right hand saving my mafia husband, Vincent, and my ability to create died with it for three years. Vincent promised he'd make me whole again. Our private doctor swore he was doing everything he could. But my hand remained numb, useless. Then, one day, I overheard a conversation that shattered my world. "Make sure she can never create again," Vincent told the doctor. "I can't have Isabella threatening Sophia's place in the art world!" "But, Mr. Torrino, another procedure might... she could lose the hand for good." "I don't care what happens to her! Sophia saved my life. I will not let her down!" It turned out my husband was the one who had destroyed me. And the assassin, Sophia, was the woman he truly loved. He let her claim my designs, turning her into the art world’s new darling while I was trapped in a broken body. When I confronted him, pregnant with our child, he slapped me in public and told the world I was losing my mind. That night, I burned everything that bound me to him. Then I dialed an encrypted number I hadn't used in what felt like a lifetime. "Grandpa. In three days, I need to disappear."

The night before my wedding, a car hit me and put me in the hospital. Not one person in my family would pick up. Neither would my fiance. With nowhere else to turn, I posted a single message in our family group chat. "I was in a car accident. Can anyone come see me?" My oldest brother, a senior government official, called back with the smooth official impatience he used at work. "Rosalie, you've had a heart condition since you were a child. Jocelyn has spent five years being the daughter to Mom and Dad that you couldn't be. Show a little gratitude, and stop using an ugly lie like this to wreck the birthday party we planned for her." Then my second brother—an internationally renowned designer—spoke from beside him, his voice laced with impatience. "Stop calling us, and stop calling Miles. The wedding's tomorrow. Can't you keep quiet for one day? You really think the whole world has to revolve around you?" I hung up without a word, and the tears slid from the corners of my eyes. Then the door opened, and my third brother, who was also my cardiac surgeon, came to stand beside the bed with something complicated in his face. "Rosie, the donor heart that was supposed to go to you went to Jocelyn's cousin instead. Be reasonable about this. Our family owes her. Go into the group and apologize, say you lied, and let her have her birthday. "Don't worry. She's already found a broker. He can get you another heart in about a month, and you can wait that long. I'm here. Everything's going to be fine." It was like going through the ice on a lake. I pulled up a smile that wouldn't hold. "Nathaniel, how long has it been since you looked at my reports? I think I've got about two weeks left."

When billionaire heir Sam Hartman crosses paths with fiery and headstrong Rose Westwood, their worlds collide in ways neither expected. Rose is determined to escape her mother Diana’s suffocating control, while Sam hides behind charm and secrecy to win her trust. But between family grudges, Diana’s ambition, and rivals who would stop at nothing, love becomes the most dangerous game of all. In a world where power and pride rule, how long can Sam and Rose protect the fragile heart they’re risking everything in a world where trust is fragile and love is the biggest gamble and how long can he keep the heart he hides??

A man who never learned how to heal.A woman who knows the taste of loss all too well.And a year that will change them both forever.Lennox Graves is the king of the ring-on the outside. But inside, he's in ruins. His past has broken more than just his body-it's shattered his soul. He has one rule: don't touch me. Not with words, not with hands, not with hearts.Dr. Sloane Quinn doesn't do drama. As a sports physician, she approaches her work with precision and emotional detachment-until she's handed the impossible: she must save Lennox Graves's body, his career... and his trust.Two worlds collide. Control and chaos. Discipline and instinct. Ice and fire.And when pain is finally given a voice, the most dangerous thing happens: someone gets too close.This isn't just healing. This is war.But in every war, there comes a moment when survival is no longer the goal.

The heart may be fragile but there are some things that one won't believe heart can withstand. Ema Standson, a very composed and strong lady, doesn get scared of anything that easily, except for one thing......'The Heart!'. With one incident, Ema's life took a turning point........How is Ema going to handle this incident? Read to find out...... Captured Heart! A story that captures the challenges of life and how our perception of Love and Relationships can make lives either an outer bliss or a complete tragedy!

When the nurse pulled the IV needle out of the back of my hand, her gaze was filled with pity. “Mr. Young, the heart meant for your transplant was transferred at the last minute. It was sent to the VIP ward on the seventh floor. It’s a shame, but all your pre-operation prep has gone to waste.” Marcus Stewart was warded on the seventh floor. He was the frail young man my sister brought home. Ten minutes ago, Marcus suddenly had terrible chest pain. My usually strong mother burst into tears. My stoic father slammed the table in front of every expert in the hospital, then decided to give Marcus the heart I had been waiting three years for. It was supposed to save my life. I hurried to the end of the corridor, but the green operating light had already come on. Clutching the twisting pain in my chest, I leaned against the ice-cold wall and slid to the floor. There was no need to wait anymore. My heart failure was terminal. The doctor said I would not last the next few days. The mechanical voice sounded in my head. [Master, your vital signs are rapidly deteriorating. If you terminate this body and leave this world now, you still have a chance at a new life. Would you like to proceed?] I looked at the faint grey hue of death tinging my fingertips. “...Yes.”