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THE END **AUTHOR'S NOTE*** And that's it, thank you so much for supporting Billionaire's HEartless Love! I always read your comments and it always inspires me to write. I apologize for the wrong grammar and errors as I'll try my best to edit this story soon. Also, this book is the third book of the Hearts Series and if you want to read more, I'll list the order of my books so you can read the others too! The next chapters would be their life after marriage. It would be Theon’s Story.

I couldn't imagine being jealous of my bully, it was outrightly disgraceful. "Then just forget him," Carla spoke. She showed up and exerted her healing powers and in no time, my injuries were gone. The pain has subsided but the one in my heart was stagnant and too heavy to bear. "I want to. I really want to, especially now. Knowing that he's with Sophie makes me wish I could hate him, that will be the only way to get rid of my feelings for him," I breathed out.

Best believe it got better. The book is yet to go through a thorough edits. I await your beautiful reviews and constructive criticism on this book everyone. With that said, let me welcome you to the fictional world designed for Thane Hossler and Kory Anders’s existence. Her Heartless Alpha Mate CHAPTER 1 Immediately she snapped her crimson colored eyes opened, a loud roar followed. Like always- her face is covered with a mask, her curvy pouty lips clothed in red as she stepped on the stage.

But the silence only allowed the suppressed memories to flood back. Maximillian. Max. God, I was ashamed to even admit it, considering the monster he had become, but once upon a time... he had been the perfect boyfriend. People would laugh if they knew the truth about the "resident bad boy" of the Cardinni family. Solomon’s son, the heir to a legacy of violence, was deathly afraid of dogs. Not just cautious—terrified. And he hated insects to the point of absurdity; he’d literally waste bullets on a spider if it crossed his path.

And right at the heart of this game was Damien, with his inscrutable eyes and words as sharp as whips. But if there was one thing she knew, it was that she couldn't afford to let her guard down-not for a second. Not with so much on the line.

“Thank you.” He didn’t react much, just dipped his chin once. “Good.” The silence stretched. I hated it almost as much as the stares. Finally, I blurted, “Do they all hate me already?” His gaze sharpened. “No. They’re curious. They’ll test you. Some worse than others. But you don’t answer to them.” That last part stuck in me like a blade. You don’t answer to them. I wanted to tell him I didn’t know how not to. That I’d been answering to someone else’s every breath for so long, it was the only language I knew. But I couldn’t. The words would make me weak.

I counter, trying to hide my disdain for the colorful garments. "You're such a terrible liar," he quips, his smirk widening. Leigh joins us, her expression a mixture of curiosity and admiration. "Are you a friend of Arwyn's?" she inquires, her gaze assessing him with keen interest. He brushes off his hands on his cotton pants before extending a hand towards Leigh. "I'm Thrystan," he introduces himself with a charming smile. Thrystan. Thrystan. Thrystan. The name rolls off his tongue with a certain elegance, mirroring his demeanor perfectly. Even his name screams sophistication and confidence.

=-Amber’s POV=- For a few minutes, I just stared at the door after he left. How could he just leave, right after he used my body for his own pleasure? He may not love me but the least he could do was to be gentle with me or even console me afterward. However, he did no such thing, and he just left…and vanished from my sight. Oh God, why was he so heartless?

Ansel lost the track. “God! I forgot something.” Ansel hurriedly opened his macbook and checked his mail inbox. His head moved wildly. He seemed to be impatient while downloading some attachments he got. Ansel’s face stiffened when he compared the pictures attached in his email to the pictures that he got from the boy he paid. “Shit!” Ansel screamed while grabbing his hair roughly. “So, Ae Ri is Qeiza?” Ansel bit his fist. Various emotions mixed in his heart. Anger, regret, and confusion were combined in his blue heart.

“Please. Can't you trust me like you've done for me so far? Please don't show your hostility to her, also to Jermaine. You don't need to be nice to them, just don't show your displeasure.” Ansel lifts himself from his seat rashly. He paced back and forth with his hands on his waist and his eyes closed. Occasionally, he would groan like someone in pain, then let out a short sighs. He stopped before me, dropped one knee to the ground, then looked at me as he asked. “Sha, really, what has happened to you? I was so hasty that I forgot to ask you something important. Either that day, to this day.” “?”