Novel & Cerita Break Her Bed Not Her Heart

A low, throaty laugh escapes her lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated confidence. “A broken heart, you say?” Her eyes sparkle with a challenge, a dangerous glint. “Darling, I assure you, I can mend that in one night. On my bed, your pain will be nothing but a distant memory, replaced by… more pleasurable sensations.” Her gaze intensifies, daring me to deny her.

But to break her. Completely.

The next clip showed her faking a heart attack to scam some other rich guy out of a sports car. "No... turn it off!" Juliana screamed, her face white as a sheet. The final clip was just audio. Her voice, on the phone with a friend after the Volkovs threw her out. Broke and desperate. "I miscarried. The kid wasn't enough to make him stay... I have to go back to New York. That idiot Lorenzo is still hung up on me. He's the Don now. I'm going back to get what's mine." "Turn it off! TURN IT OFF!" she shrieked, lunging for the control booth, but it was too late.

All of them— Maddox, Dire, and her. She left her bed, showered, and dressed. It took forever since her body continued to be sore. Her upper body hurt the most. It was like someone had taken a sledgehammer and smashed into the center of her chest, destroying it. Breaking it into shattered pieces that scattered all over the floor in front of her. And it wasn’t just that her heart was broken. She experienced this separation anxiety that she couldn’t describe in words. It just gripped her heavy heart, tightening its hold and threatening to never let go.

"Because of your recklessness that night, I became pregnant. I thought I could use the baby to make you spare me, but you didn't care about the baby at all! I should've known." Laughing vacantly, she wiped her tears. "Even though you were holding me that night, you were calling out her name. I should've known then that you had real feelings for her! "Everything you let me get away with afterward was just your way of getting back at her for ignoring you! But why should all the consequences of your inner struggle fall on me?" Lily lost it entirely. Holding the knife, she plunged it straight into her own heart. Blood splattered across my face, and the scene descended into chaos.

Then: “You sound like him.” “Who?” “Your father. When he found out his partner was stealing from the company.” She touches my hand. “He didn’t sleep for a month. He said ‘I won’t strike until I see the whole board.’” I turn her hand over. Her knuckles are swollen. Arthritis. Stress. “Did he win?” “He got the truth.” She smiles, sad. “Cost him everything else.” I think about that. I take the scissors from the kitchen counter to the bathroom.

They only let go to catch their breath. "Okay,I have to leave now my love but I don't want to." Beau said. "I know." "I will stay a little longer till you fall asleep." He started singing to her again and she was dozzing in no time. "Beau," she said as the song came to an end. "How come I was never good enough to fight for?" Unbeknownst to her, she had said the most heartbreaking thing he had ever heard. It was also a splash of cold water into his face. She had finally broken him.

"It is impossible that Kenan knows which flowers I like. We didn't get along very well before Kenan proposed to me. Andien's head suddenly hurt so she decided to rest in her room. "Irah, I'll go to my room first and please don't disturb me unless Kenan comes," Andien said to Irah. Andien's footsteps shuffled towards the room while one hand held her temple to ease the pain. "What happened and why does my head hurt so much," Andien said quietly. Just outside the bedroom door, Andien could no longer stand the pain and she fell unconscious. No one knew Andien's condition because Irah was forbidden to disturb her, but when Kenan came and received Irah's message,

“It was said to hold the power to change our fate, but only if mended by true love.” I eyed the pendant, realization dawning on me. “You mean...” He nodded. “The day it broke was the day I handed you the divorce papers. I believed it was a sign, confirming my decision to let you go was right.” “But why did it break?” I pressed, the urgency evident in my voice. His gaze met mine, filled with anguish. “It broke when I lied to you about my reasons for wanting the divorce.” I staggered back, the weight of his words sinking in. "You lied? But why?"