Buried Hearts Netflix Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry. I hurt you." "A person's heart can turn to ice. I'm not Celeste. She has always yearned for your love. So long as you show her love, then she will return your love twofold." Naomi looked wistfully at Celeste, who was playing in the living room. However, her eyes immediately turned cold once again. "I gave up on you a long time ago. "If you really feel guilty and truly want to make things up to us, then just keep treating Celeste well."

At that moment, I looked at Eve calmly. My heart never wavered in the slightest. "I won't take him as my mate again." Her face went from pale to flushed, her fury on the verge of erupting. "What more do you want, Celine? You've already stripped me of every last shred of dignity! "In our previous lives, Vincent killed Ryan and me because of you. He then dumped our bodies into Silvermine Lake to be buried with you. Wasn't that enough?"

Not to message the doctor. To search a name. I typed slowly. The way you type something when part of you isn't sure you want to find the answer. Damien's father. The accident. Eight years ago. The results loaded. The first result took its time. The headline was three words. No Survivors Found.

"I'm sorry… Rose, I'm so sorry…" With trembling hands, Carissa pulled out her phone and dialed my number. The number saved as an emergency contact, which had always been answered within seconds, would now never connect again. Carissa sank to the floor. She refused to give up, dialing the number over and over. "Please, I beg you, pick up the phone! I was wrong. I was so wrong…" She sobbed so hard she could barely breathe.

I nodded while fidgeting with my fingers. Alexander walked out of the car and the driver drove out of sight. Soon, the car stopped in the mansion and I walked into the house absentmindedly. Drey Lauren. Why won't I forget that name? Anna Lauren. Who is she? I sighed deeply wanting to head upstairs when my face turned to the television. The burial of Anna Lauren was being displayed. People in black stood there with umbrellas above their heads and that's when I realized it had started raining. A thunder rumble came from the sky and a sharp pain hit my head, making me fall to the ground.

That maybe something buried in the dark could still find the strength to rise. Their love was buried beneath sin—and still, it rose, unbreakable.

“Cruel is letting your brother’s treatment funding disappear because you can’t control yourself for one year. One year, Lina. That’s all I’m asking.” Lina laughed bitterly, tears stinging her eyes. “One year of being your puppet. One year of deleting messages from people who actually care about me just so you don’t get suspicious. One year of pretending I don’t hate every second of this.” Adrian went very still. “What messages?” Lina froze, realizing her slip. “Nothing. Forget it.” Adrian took another step toward her, voice dropping. “No. You said you were deleting messages. From who? And why are you hiding it from me?”

Because the deeper this goes, the more it feels like we’re only beginning to understand what we’ve walked into. This isn’t just matchmaking and fraud. It’s something else entirely. Something with too many moving pieces and far too many corpses. Liberty-Anne. Nathanael Stafford. Richard Pemberton. What did they have in common besides Platinum? Why did they all vanish from the ledger of the living with their finances gutted? It hits me like a punch to the ribs. Sophia’s name could be next on that list and I wouldn’t know until some unfamiliar detective calls me. Pushing her away was a giant fucking mistake.

"Why? Why would you save him? You loved me the most. He rejected you! Why are you still protecting him?" It was then that I noticed Sophia had collapsed on the ground, the knife embedded in her chest. She ignored Adrian's desperate cries, her eyes fixed solely on me. "Lucas..." Sophia was rushed to the hospital, while Adrian was taken away by the police. I later learned Adrian had broken up with Sophia earlier because he'd found a wealthy woman, believing he'd marry into riches. Instead, she'd taken him to a remote rural area, where he'd struggled until he finally escaped.

Even if they couldn’t recognize his body, I knew in my heart he was gone. If he wasn’t dead, I believe he would have let me know. Since I hadn’t heard anything from him in four years, I could only assume that the third body was Dominic’s. Some days, I didn’t think he was dead, as I occasionally felt his presence. I eventually assumed that it was because I was in constant denial about their death, which was causing me to think he wasn’t dead. Lily was my saving grace because every day, she would find something that would allow me to feel slightly human. Tonight was one of those nights. She had arranged for me to go on a blind date. I refused at first until she mentioned the date would take pl