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At the next room, my heart started to thunder and I tried to ignore it, pulling my face into one of absolute control before pushing the door open, and there he was… The man of my dreams and his beauty shot me to the heart like an arrow.

I press the letter to my chest and I feel the heart thump against the paper like a reply. "I don't know your name as I write this. I don't know your face. But I know you needed a heart and I have one to give, and honestly that's a better love story than most people get. My heart is stubborn, that’s a fair warning. It beats faster when it's angry and slower when it's near lavender and it has a terrible habit of falling in love with people who don't know what to do with love. That might be my fault. Or it might just be the heart. Either way, it's yours now. So make sure you appreciate it and treat it better than I did."

“Why is it so important?” “Because it is important to me.” My voice softened, the anger ebbing away, leaving only the raw need for an answer. “The least manly thing you can do is be truthful, and you have nothing to lose.” He turned slowly, his eyes locking onto mine, and for the first time, I saw something real, something human in his expression. “My heart,” he said quietly. “It belongs to someone else.” The words hit me like a punch to the gut. Someone else. Of course. There was always someone else, wasn’t there?

"If Olivia had been in love with me instead of you, do you honestly think I would have married Emma? You had better treat Olivia well. If you hurt her, I will not let you get away with it." "You too," Caleb replied. "Treat her well." "That's not something you need to worry about," Ryan said. "I've never loved Emma. The only woman I've ever loved is Olivia. I married Emma only to do a good deed." Every drop of blood in my body seemed to freeze. I ached to storm in, rip away their masks of kindness, and demand how they could commit something so unforgivable. However, I could not move. My feet felt nailed to the floor.

He will also be the best man at the wedding. Kian is the single world that sent a tingle up every woman’s spine. A man who didn’t need to use his high-profile surname to be instantly recognizable. His scowling but effortlessly handsome face often appeared in the gossip columns. His reputation with women was appalling — so much so that it was a wonder, after so many blistering articles written on the man, that any woman might even consider getting involved with him. Oh, but they did — over and over they did. And without fail it always ended in tears — or, to be more exact, the woman’s tears.

My heart felt hole and I couldnt help but smile. He is officially mine now...

My heart feels at ease and I just wish he will stand up and claim me but the God knows the best. An old weird man had stands from his seat and walked towards us with a dark grin formed on his forehead. One thing was sure about this man. Judging from my observation, he will be a filthy rich man who might be ruthless and shameless. He walked up to the stage, he walked on from the other girls down to me, his hands were grabbing, slapping and smooching their breast. I crossed my eyes at Cardi, instead of her to give a frow, she was smiling like a whore.

he smiled at me revealing his cute dimples BINGO!!! I said in my head, ever since i missed the interview I've been looking for someone to put the blame on, and make them feel guilty cause it will make me feel less depressed and Mr Carter here is the perfect target for that after all it is partially his fault that I' missed the interview Before I went ahead with the plan i realized that Mr Carter isn't just anybody, but a world renowned CEO.

“Well, I don't know, Angel, I think it's true what Bella said. I talk about you too often, Angel, maybe that's what bothered her ….” “And why do you talk about me so often, Rain?” Rain's eyes turned serious. “Maybe without realizing it, you are always in my heart, Angel.” This time Angel's heart actually rippled. Rain seemed to want to reveal something to her, the man looked serious, staring at Angel with his deep eyes. Is Rain … did Rain imply that Angel is in his heart? That now somehow the man began to realize that Angel had probably been stuck in his heart and waiting to be acknowledged?