Catherine Heartless の小説・ストーリー

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.

Cathy responded, nearly crying as she paved the way for me. I entered the house in fury, heading for the living room. Cathy interrupted me again, "mom, to the study room, please." I turned and gave her a stern, frenzy look. Cathy stepped back, nearly tripping before Lydia held her. Lydia saved Cathy from stumbling onto the flower stand. I turned to the study room as Lydia and Kate followed me. When I reached dad's study room, the door was ajar. I stormed into the room and slapped the door behind me, locking Lydia and Kate out.

Even the searing pain in her soul vanished. She turned her head and looked at the man she had once loved with everything she had. Her voice was hollow. “Let go of me.” Jameson, suppressing his anger, replied, “Camille, Sylvia didn’t do it on purpose…” Camille felt nothing but disgust. She could not bear another second of his touch. She struggled with all her might. Her bones felt like they were being crushed, but still, she could not break free. So, she turned her head and sank her teeth hard into his arm.

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.

The kind of gentle apology you give someone before you break their heart. He didn't love me at all. The next day, I went to see Elder Lyra with red, swollen eyes. The Elder asked no questions. She calmly took out a magnificent piece of moonsilk tapestry. In the bottom right corner, there was a tiny, barely noticeable flaw. Elder Lyra picked up a pair of silver scissors from the table and, without hesitation, sliced the entire tapestry in half. "Elder!" I jumped up in horror. "A single flaw can ruin the whole cloth," she said, tossing the scissors aside. Her gaze was as sharp as a blade, piercing my soul.

“They’ll believe whatever they want. You know that.” I did. I’d been torn apart by headlines before. “Heartless Heir.” “kings the Playboy.” “Trust Fund Terror.” They never ran out of names for me. So this? This was just managing a crisis. A performance to put on. A contract signed under the threat of a scandal. Definitely not a marriage. ************** The ceremony was a blur. It was a private courthouse thing, no guests allowed. Juliet ran the show like the pro she was. A borrowed ring. A contract burning a hole in my pocket.

"Oh god, let me go, I need to—" "Breathe." He didn't let go, but his grip gentled. His hand splayed across my stomach—my fat, disgusting stomach—and shame burned through me. "Catherine, breathe." "Don't look at me." I tried to cover myself with my hands, with the sheet, with anything. "Please don't look at me, I'm—" "Beautiful." His mouth pressed against my shoulder, and I shuddered. "Fucking beautiful. Especially like this." "You're lying." My voice cracked. "You have to be lying. I'm fat and broken and—"

And it had all led me here, to this moment, with my heart in a million pieces at my feet, finally understanding that the boy I’d been crushing on had never, not for a single second, been mine to lose. _________________________________________ The numbness was a heavy blanket, smothering everything. I lay on my bed in the dark, staring at the ceiling, replaying the scene in the garden on a loop. The way he’d looked at her. The easy intimacy. I didn’t cry. The hurt was too deep for tears; it was just a vast, hollow ache. So this is a heartbreak, I thought, the words echoing in the empty quiet of my room. Will there ever be someone who looks at me like I’m their whole world? Or am I just destin

Catherine shifted slightly in her sleep. Alex counted the beats. Not desperately. Not fearfully. Just quietly. One. Two. Three. Steady. Strong. Normal. Some people might call that compromise. Alex called it a miracle. Because Catherine was two. Catherine was safe. And tonight her heart beat exactly the way it was supposed to. One heartbeat at a time.

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