Contracted Heart Novels & Stories

The phone saved me from more embarrassment. “I would have loved to continue this, Ms. Helen, but duty calls. The contract is with my secretary; you can get it on your way out.” “We are getting married in three days; so make sure you sign the contract. Nice to meet you my wife” he added and smiled, his smile could melt anyone's hearts. Gosh, what am I thinking?

She wasn’t here to replace anyone. She was here to play her part. Turning away from the grand staircase, she walked toward the guest wing. Her instincts told her not to cross boundaries that hadn’t been offered. Not yet. --- George poured himself a glass of whiskey. The amber liquid trembled slightly in his hand. He pulled open his bedside drawer, retrieving the contract they had signed just days ago. Clause 12. No emotional entanglement. Clause 13. No interference in personal routines. Clause 15. Cohabitation optional unless publicly required.

“She was oxygen-deprived for too long. There are signs of prolonged asphyxiation and trauma. Her body went into shock. The heart rate was erratic when she arrived—then it slowed… dangerously.” Rocco inhaled sharply and turned away, eyes red and glassy. “We had to stabilize her heartbeat manually,” the doctor said. “She’s on close cardiac monitoring. But… we’re seeing signs of stress-induced myocardial suppression. What we call ‘Takotsubo cardiomyopathy.’” Dante frowned. “English?” “Her heart’s functioning has temporarily weakened,” Dr. Hamidi explained. “Usually from emotional or physical trauma. It’s nicknamed ‘Broken Heart Syndrome.’”

Episode 1 " It's DCM, (Dilated cardiomyopathy)"the doctor spoke and it felt like it was a dream to her. Emily blinked again as if she didn't understand what the doctor said but she did. She knew exactly what that meant, her heart started beating fast against her chest but she ignored it pinching her fingers. " What's that doctor? Is it...that bad, will my mother not be able to recover from it?" Lilly asked desperately. " DCM, also known as 'Broken Heart Syndrome'.This condition is triggered by intense emotional stress, such as depression, sadness, grief, or loss, which can cause the heart muscle to weaken and lead to heart failure..."

“Then that's the one I am talking about, wait..!, you didn't know about her heart condition” My jaw dropped and my eyes widened in shock as I heard the doctor's words. My body felt weighed down by the crushing news. I stumbled back, trying to balance, a wave of weakness washed over my legs, leaving them trembling. “Doctor, can you please explain more”, Liam asked. “Mia has a very rare heart condition, Anxiety induced Cardiomyopathy, a condition where chronic anxiety and stress can lead to weakening of the heart muscle, which sometimes leads to heart failure”.

For a heartbeat, nobody said anything. “No, buddy,” Crest said, “But she’s very special to me.” That one landed heavier than I expected. It’s not that I wanted to be wife, we weren’t even near that point. I get that he doesn’t want to confused the kids, but the outright “NO” just stung a little.

he said, his voice low and mysterious. Betty's heart pounded in her chest as she felt a sense of trepidation. She knew it was going to be a very long night.

David's heart pounded in his chest as he rushed Francheska to the hospital. He held her close, feeling her warmth slipping away from him. He couldn't lose her, not now, not after everything they had been through. The streets blurred together as David drove, his mind focused solely on saving Francheska. He prayed to every deity he could think of, promising anything if only Francheska would be okay. He couldn't bear the thought of living without her. As he arrived at the hospital, David screeched to a halt and leapt out of the car. He rushed Francheska into the emergency room, shouting for help. The medical team sprang into action, surrounding Francheska with equipment and rushing her into sur

Even when we went through the rest of the contract, he wasn’t as cocky and light hearted as before, if anything he looked like he would snap if I made even the slightest mistake. He was on edge, so instead of adding duel to the fire by trying to negotiate any of the terms in the contract, I just signed the document when he slid it to me after we’d gone through the last clause and he assessed me to understand if I’d understood both our roles and how the relationship was going to work. Yes I wasn’t comfortable with certain things in the contract, but his mood was too sour to address them, so I decided I’d do it when the time came, after all he wasn’t going to do everything now…..right??

“Same depth, same angle, same contrast. He’s… worse.” “Don’t editorialize,” Lyra said absently. “You’re not paid to panic.” The tech made a noncommittal noise and retreated, leaving her alone with the images. She tapped the screen, cycling through views. Angled slices of his heart appeared—short axis, long axis, four-chamber, two-chamber. No matter how she looked at it, the story was the same: progressive conduction system damage. His heart was a traitor. Slow, insidious.