Novel & Cerita A Man Of My Heart

It was large and extremely magnificent, a hundred times better than Nick's old mansion. At the lobby, a large framed photograph caught her gaze. It was a picture of a strikingly handsome man, with piercing blue eyes and dark wavy hair. He was dressed in a tux, looking incredibly good looking. There was an engraving at the bottom of the photograph and Camilla didn't pay much attention to it. She was too busy fussing with her rumpled dress. Just as she stepped through the doors, a news anchor appeared on the TV and began a news report.

His whole face softened when he did it, like sunlight breaking through clouds. I stared too long. He snapped his fingers gently. “Hello, Miss Hart? Are you okay?” I blinked rapidly, forcing words past my lips. “Uhm, yes. I love art.” We walked side by side, moving from one piece to another. He talked more than I expected, explaining his interpretations of a few paintings, and to my shock, he wasn’t stiff at all. There was a playful edge to him, almost boyish. My chest tightened. Who is this man?

The first time around, Vincent Harper falls in love with the wrong woman. Samara Copeland sends him to prison, and he dies a tragic death after enduring endless torment. Now that he has received a second chance at life, he swears to cut off all ties with her and harden his heart. He isn't going to repeat the same mistakes. Yet Samara's behavior also changes completely. Determined to have him, she resorts to every means at her disposal. "Vincent, in this life, I will do whatever it takes to make up for the past. I only ask that you come back to me," she says, her voice choked and her eyes tearful. Unbeknownst to Vincent, after his death in their previous life, Samara remains single until

My soul was afloat when my breathing stopped. I watched as the doctor cut my chest open and took out my heart. He hurried out of the operating room with it. I followed without thinking and saw my brother pacing anxiously in the hallway. "Was the heart taken out? Arrange the surgery for Yvette Sinclair immediately. This transplant must succeed. Failure is not allowed!" my brother ordered. My brother, Joseph Sinclair, had the authority as the Mafia Boss, so the doctors nodded in fear.

Win or lose. She glanced sidewise toward the wings and saw that Gary still had Caleb glued to his side. "I have a brand new tune for you," she began, "one the band hasn't even heard." She glanced back at them. "Sorry, guys." Jack did a little riff on the drums. "Sometimes in life you are lucky enough to meet the one right person, the one you know you were meant for and will love together. I've been fortunate enough to meet that person and this song is for him. I call it Man of my Heart."

"You." My heart beat heavily…

But what I hate the most is the man standing in front of me, looking as handsome as ever in his dark suit, with his hair styled, and his face as hard as granite. It is because of him that I gambled with my heart and failed. Or maybe it is because of that stupid vanilla heart that is still trying to revive itself back to life at the mere sight of him. Hearts do not understand, do they? All they care about is staying alive, even if it hurts. Even if it is being slashed open in the process and all that is left is blood with his scent mixed in it. Then it hits me. Dan is here. Dad is also here.

When I try to withdraw my hand, he grasps it and places it over his rapidly beating heart. "Listen to this," he says with a heartbreaking tone, holding my hand firmly. "Do you hear that? Do you hear it, Isabella? I can be with ten thousand Addisons, Vivians, or even Adriana Lima herself, but only you will own my heart. It was yours from the moment our story began, and it will be yours until the day I die. And if there's an afterlife, it will still be yours. It will always be yours. Every heartbeat beneath your palm right now is for you, whether I move on with or without you."

no one All Hearts !!

Heart by heart. With all my love, Kavira Hiraeth💜