Borrowed Hearts Cast 소설 & 이야기

Taking me to a world I had only read about. I could feel the love as his lips moved against mine softly. I could hear the promises in his steadily beating heart. I could see the dreams we could achieve as I closed my eyes, feeling myself disappear into a story that only ended in a happily ever after. And in this world of broken hearts, I had chosen his, to make it mine. And I had no intention of returning it ever.

Meanwhile, Kevin had collapsed, unconscious from smoke inhalation and exhaustion. In an instant, she had lost both parents, and her brother was left in a coma. After their parents' death, the small family business they had owned had collapsed under the weight of debt from the fire. In one night, all the burdens of the family had fallen onto Kylie's shoulders. To cover Kevin's medical expenses and pay off the debts, Kylie had turned to working part-time at a nightclub. It was at the nightclub that she had met Jonathan—and become his lover.

She was a pawn in a business deal as well, but she had to endure your hatred and anger. Owen stood there in shock. His head hung low. After he read the confirmation form in front of him, his heart sank. Slowly, he signed the form. Then, he watched as my body was sent into the cremation oven and consumed by the flames. After the cremation, the worker at the crematorium handed over my ashes. Bianca reached out to take the urn, but Owen beat her to it. Holding the urn, he stared blankly at Bianca. "Marcie was my wife. I will handle her funeral arrangements."

I hated myself for being so curious about what that girl had! Brandon looked straight at me, surprised, as if he couldn't believe the words he'd just heard. "Can you listen to me before you judge me?" he asked. I didn't respond right away; I was stunned because I felt exposed after reacting to what I'd seen between him and Cherry. "Bianca's nephew's birthday is today, so Addy borrowed Sky for the day. They’ll be staying at Bianca's house overnight—" He hadn't finished explaining when I reacted immediately.

“The doctor said I haven’t healed. If you take my heart, I won’t wake up.” “Then don’t wake up,” my mother snapped, finally looking at me. There was no mistaking the vitriol in her eyes. “Elena is back now. We have our daughter. We don’t need the one who let her get kidnapped. Giving Leo your heart is the only way you’ll ever be equal to her sacrifice.”

The guests exchanged silent glances, knowing it was Rob who had initiated the flirtation, and Dorothy had eagerly followed his lead. Pitying, almost sympathetic glances now rained down on me from all directions. As Dorothy's anger boiled over, Rob flashed me a grin. "Dorothy gave me her heart when she was 18. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself. You insisted on waiting until the wedding night. Have you ever stopped to consider how difficult these past few years have been for her, holding back like that?" My laugh grew colder, edged with ice. A flicker of guilt crossed Dorothy's eyes, but it vanished almost as quickly as it appeared, erased by Rob's provocative words.

"When he was dying, I found the match, I found the donor and I paid for it. I made sure he lived." My jaw drops. "That... that’s insane. I’m the donor. I gave him my heart! I’m the one with the machine in my chest! I did that for him!" Tasha laughs again, louder this time. "You? You just signed the papers, Gianna. You got the artificial heart because yours was weak and useless anyway. You didn't save him. You just used his sickness to get a new toy for yourself. And how’s that working out for you?"

Derrick frowned. “What, is it not enough?” I looked away from the card and met his eyes. “I cannot use this money.” Nothing in this world could be taken with me when I left. The original Harriet had already died from her adoptive parents’ abuse before I ever entered this world. The only thing she left behind was her desperate wish to return home. This compensation meant nothing. At that moment, Sheila leaned against Mom’s shoulder and spoke with complete sincerity. “Take it, Sis.