Broken-hearted Meaning

I hadn't seen my mafia husband, Luca Moretti, and our daughter Dora in three whole months. Why? Because his mother, Fiona, said Dora should stay with her "for a while." And Luca? He was "too busy with business," as always. So when Luca finally called and said he was going to pick me up for a family reunion at the villa, I was overjoyed. I thought maybe, just maybe, I'd finally get to hold my little girl again. I spent the whole damn day running around the city, buying her favorite dolls, snacks, a new pink dress, anything I thought would make her smile at me again. But when the car arrived, it wasn't what I imagined. Before I could even say Hi, Dora turned her head, took one look at me… and then wrapped her arms even tighter around Maria, the maid. She buried her face in Maria's neck like I wasn't even there. Like Maria was her mom. I tried to approach her, but Dora straight-up told me she didn't want to ride in the same car as me. And Maria, wearing that fake, polite smile, kept trying to gently talk me into giving Dora "a little more time." I looked over at Luca, hoping he'd step in. Instead, he just looked annoyed, like he couldn't be bothered to lift a finger to help fix things between me and our daughter. Clearly, they didn't want me there. So what was the point of trying to join the ride? I stepped back from the SUV. Then Luca just turned to me and said, "Just wait here. I won't be long." What he'll never understand is… I'm done waiting for him.

On April Fool’s Day, my CEO husband cut out my heart to save his childhood sweetheart's son. After the surgery, he tossed me into a cold rental apartment, where I died in agony. Three days after my death, my five-year-old daughter played in the room as usual. Walking by the sofa, she wrinkled her little nose and mumbled, "Mommy, there's a weird smell in here." She touched my face and murmured, "Mommy, are you pretending to be Snow White? Why are you so pale?" She shook my arm harder and raised her voice, "Mommy, it's my birthday today—get up and blow out the candles!" Confused, she picked up the phone and called her father. “Daddy, did I make Mommy mad? I lit the candles, but no matter how much I call her, she won’t wake up.” On the other end of the call, Patrick Hart’s voice was cold and impatient. “What could possibly be wrong with her? She’s just pretending to be asleep for sympathy. It’s Johnny’s birthday, I’m busy. Don’t bother me! Tell your melodramatic mother to stop playing her little tricks. I don't have time to humor her." My daughter removed the candle from her bun, pinched off a piece of the bun, and fed it to me. "Mommy, I made a secret wish… I really wish you could hold me again, just like before."

They said the weak never survive the trials of the Bloodfang Pack—but Lyra did more than survive. Marked as the runt, mated to a ruthless Alpha who cast her aside, and betrayed by a jealous rival, Lyra’s life ends in poison and disgrace. But death is only the beginning. Reborn into the mysterious Moonshadow Pack—home to rogues, mystics, and wolves shunned by society—Lyra is given a second chance. As ancient powers awaken within her blood and forgotten secrets stir in her mind, she begins a journey not just of survival, but of domination. But the past refuses to stay buried. When Alpha Kade, her former mate, returns begging for forgiveness, Lyra must face the choice between vengeance and fate. As enemies rise, hidden bloodlines are revealed, and a war brews among the packs, Lyra must become what she was always meant to be: Not the weak omega of old, but the queen the moon chose. Betrayal forged her. Love will test her. Power will define her.

“Say you love me,” he growls. “I love you,” I gasp, clutching at him. “Again. Louder.” “I love you, Cole. I love you, I love you.” My husband smirks like he’s claimed a victory. His hand grips my jaw, forcing my mouth open, kissing me so deep I can barely breathe. Then his fingers are exploring, working me open, ruthless and skilled, dragging me up fast. My body arches, desperate, already trembling. “Beg me.” His voice is harsh, guttural. “Tell me what I need to hear. Tell me you’ll never leave me. Tell me you’ll always be mine.” “I’ll never leave you,” I sob. “I’ll always love you. Always yours.” *** Then I found out that I’m nothing more than a baby incubator for him. He needs bone marrow for his son with another woman, Jade. She’s my mentor. She’s the woman who held my newborn baby and said, I’m proud of you, you’re going to be an incredible designer and mother. I swear, somehow, I will make them pay.

The day after my best friend, Sarah Blunt married Patrick, the second son of the Brosnan family, I too became a bride and wed Matthew, his older brother. She married a swimming champion, and I, the rock-climbing coach. We thought we had our futures all figured out. Then, something happened that summer. The four of us planned a getaway but Matthew and Patrick’s baby sister, Megan joined us and our peaceful trip became a crowded affair.  While rock climbing, disaster struck—the rope snapped, and all five of us plummeted into the river below. The brothers rushed frantically to save Megan, leaving Sarah and me at the mercy of the river’s current, battered and tossed like driftwood. By the time the rescue team pulled us from the water, we were bruised, scraped, and utterly spent. In the hospital, Megan and I received devastating news that would change everything.  “You’ve been pregnant for 40 days, Ma’am. How could you put yourself in such a risky situation? Your baby survived, but your friend lost hers.” Shaken, I called Matthew to tell him about the pregnancy. His anger cut through the line. “You’re angry that I went to Megs first and now you’re trying to fool me with a fake pregnancy? She’s my sister—it’s my duty to protect her!” Sarah faced her own storm. Patrick practically scoffed at her grief. “Miscarriage? Do you expect me to believe that? The doctors said you only had a 30% chance of conceiving. I can’t stand women who create drama out of nothing.” Both calls ended abruptly, leaving us stunned as we stared at each other in the sterile light of the hospital room. In that shared silence, we made our decision—we would leave these men behind and start anew, launching a business together. But when the brothers received our divorce papers, they showed up at my door in the middle of a storm, kneeling in the pouring rain, crying through the night for a second chance.

“Let’s have a deal. Let me be your real wife just for one month, Dashiel.” Isang simpleng hiling iyon. Parang huling pakiusap ng isang babaeng pagod na pagod nang masaktan. Para kay Addison Leigh Castillo, iyon na lang ang natitira sa kanya, ang huling piraso ng dignidad kapalit ng pagmamahal na ibinigay niya kahit kailan ay hindi niya naranasang masuklian. Alam na ni Addison simula pa lang na ang kasal nila ay hindi dahil sa pag-ibig. Pinakasalan siya ni Dashiel Kristian Gutierrez dahil sa obligasyon at sa kagustuhan ng lola nito. Walang lambing, walang yakap, walang titig na may damdamin. Tahimik lang ang bahay, malamig, at hindi kailanman naging tahanan. Pero kahit ganoon, kumapit pa rin si Addison. Sinubukan niyang maging mabuting asawa. Tahimik siyang umasa na baka balang araw, matutunan siyang mahalin ni Dashiel. Hanggang sa unti-unti siyang naubos. Gusto nang pakasalan ni Dashiel ang babaeng mahal nito talaga. At ang mas masakit, buong pamilya nito ang pumayag. Doon tuluyang gumuho si Addison. Kaya gumawa siya ng isang huling kahilingan. Isang buwan lang. Isang buwan na tratuhin siya bilang tunay na asawa. Isang buwan na maramdaman kung ano ang pakiramdam na mahal ka. Pagkatapos noon, aalis na siya nang tuluyan. Para kay Dashiel, desperado lang si Addison. Isang babaeng ayaw pang bumitaw. Pero mali siya. Sa loob ng isang buwan, unti-unting nagbago ang lahat. Napansin niya ang mga ngiti ni Addison, ang tahimik pero buo nitong pagmamahal, at ang paraan ng pag-alis nito, walang reklamo, pero may iniwang sakit sa puso niya. Doon niya napagtanto ang lahat. Nang makita niya ang pagmamahal na matagal niyang binalewala, saka lang niya ito naramdaman. Pero huli na ba? O lalaban ba si Dashiel; sa pamilya, sa nakaraan, at sa sarili niyang pagkakamali, para sa isa pang pagkakataon? “One more chance,” bulong ng puso ni Dashiel. Pero handa pa bang bumalik si Addison… o tapos na talaga ang kwento nilang dalawa?

Hening adalah gadis serampangan dan sembrono yang hanya bisa menerima nasib karena perbuatan Ayahnya sebagai preman. Pada akhirnya ia hanya akan mengikuti ke mana takdir akan membawa jalan hidupnya.Genta, pria yang sangat mencintai keluarga terutama Mamanya itu, tidak pernah menyangka akan jatuh cinta kepada gadis preman yang akan membawa kepahitan pada masa lalu keluarganya. Kalau dulu, Genta dengan ikhlas melepaskan cinta pertamanya karena ikatan darah diantara mereka. Namun bagaimana untuk kali ini? Akankah Genta melepaskan lagi cintanya karena sebuah alasan klise yang disebut keluarga? -Saat mata harus dibalas mata, begitupun nyawa harus dibalas dengan nyawa. Dan, bagian terberat ketika aku mencintaimu adalah melepasmu serta kehilangan bagian terbesar dari diriku.--Hidup ini warna warni, tidak mungkin hanya hitam putih saja. Jangan berharap selalu bahagia, jangan juga berpikir kesedihan akan selamanya-

Blood dripped from the edge of Damian Moretti’s knife when he first saw her.Adriana Rossi should have turned away—any sane woman would. Instead, she met his stare across the bloodstained marble floor, her chin tilted like a challenge.Two families. One war. A love carved out of violence.“You shouldn’t be here,” Damian murmured, voice low, dangerous.Adriana’s lips curved. “Neither should you.”

BROKEN BY THE BILLIONAIRE MAFIA Book Blurb Jessica martins the heiress of her father's Billion dollar empire faces trauma after witnessing the murder of her twin brother and parents the night she attended a party. She battles a demon of insecurity and took the large responsibility of continuing her family's legacy. Her life takes a different turn when she runs into the infamous Kessler Blackwell the Mafia king of Chicago. He would stop at nothing to have her but he's on a mission to steal the most precious heirloom her family owns. Will this crazy man be her flashlight? Or will Kessler just be another knife like the others that cut her deep and added to the many that brought tears to her eyes, burns in her lungs, and hunger to her soul?

"I'm sorry" "I'm not going to take sorry from you, Eleanor, I want something else" I whispered huskily, my eyes boring into hers, then traveling down to her lips. "Wh… what do you want?" She asked nervously and before she could process what happening, my lips met hers. My hand pulling her close by her waist as the kiss went deeper. I expected her to push me away but she didn't. Instead, her hands went around my neck, sending excitement down my groin. I deepened the kiss and she moaned silently, making me rock hard with need. She surprised me by kissing me back, matching my every pace as my tongue played with hers.... ~~~ Eleanor was the weakest werewolf in her pack and was thus the laughing stock of her pack. Her parents, the ones who were supposed to protect her were murdered in the pool of their blood right in front of her, with no one to come to her rescue. She finds her mate who turned out to be worse than everyone. Just when she thought that the moon goddess had finally decided to answer her silent prayers, her life moved from fire to hell. Everyone she loved turned out to be the villain in her life. ~~~ He found himself falling for her which was against the rules. She was only meant to be the gateway to his never ending powers.