Contracted Heart Novels & Stories

I am very sure the damage a year of dragging smoke into my lungs caused should have fixed itself in the nine years gap. "Anyway, your test result shows that you have Advanced Heart Failure." He drops the bomb with a cool, calm tone. "What?!" Romeo utters in panic, and he makes it so obvious in the haunted look in his eyes, "What the fuck does that even mean?" "She has cardiomyopathy," he looks down at the test result briefly before handing it to Romeo, "Her heart has become rigid, and it's no longer pumping enough blood to sustain the body's needs. In other words, any moment from now on, her heart can stop.give up.”

“You’re just so contradictory, girl. Didn’t you say for yourself how skeptical about the idea of being a contract girlfriend to a man? Tell me, is there any sort of intimacy involved in the contract?” “Apparently, no. And one of the terms states that I must not have any feelings whatsoever for him. Any slip up, and the contract would be annulled indefinitely,” “And you think you can go for it? I know you too well, Hailey. I know how fragile your heart is. How easily you give into a man. Yet you want to take this bold step just because of the money?”

Ari instructed Mike and she followed Jack. "So are you sure you want to do this?" Jack asked and he sat down on a chair. "Yes, just give me the contract and I will sign it". Jack gave her the document and a pen. "If you sign this, you'll be getting married to my son once you turn eighteen" he added. Ariana paused for a second. She never planned to get married that early, but what if the relationship between her and his son doesn't work and she'll be force to marry someone she doesn't love. But if she doesn't sign this contract, her mom could die. She took a deep breath and she signed the papers, she saw another signature on the document and she guessed that it must belong to his son.

she whispered silently. She never imagined being pregnant and being married to Felix Walton after what happened that night. Alright, Olivia thought to herself, "I will. After all, it’s a contract marriage, and I have no expectations. All I need is money to save my family and be free from my dad." "I will sign the contract," she said to Felix, her expression still heavy. She took the papers, hesitated for a while, and then signed the contract before she started thinking otherwise. Felix promised to send his driver to pick her up by 6 p.m. the following day after they both signed their contracts and confirmed their destinations. ********

“That’s all it is.” Dr. Walker’s expression doesn’t change. He sets the chart down and clasps his hands in front of him. “We ran some tests after you were admitted. Your asthma certainly contributed to your breathing difficulties, but it’s not the root cause.” He pauses, letting the words sink in. “You have a congenital heart defect. Specifically, a hole in your heart.”

“I—well, I didn’t want to pry. I figured you’d tell me when you were ready.” He nodded, a faint smile on his lips. “I appreciate that.” He exhaled, as if preparing himself. “I have Dilated Cardiomyopathy. It’s a heart condition. It means my heart has to work a lot harder than it should, and it doesn’t always keep up.”

"I won't ask if I already know. I'm not someone who pretends to be foolish," Gerald snapped. "Yes, but it seems like you enjoy pretending to be drunk in front of a woman with a heart condition. Why? To make her anxious and die in front of you?" "He-heart condition?" Gerald stuttered momentarily. "What do you mean by that?" he asked, confused. "Yes. Your wife has a congenital heart disease. She suffers from atrial fibrillation, a condition where the heart beats faster and irregularly," the young doctor explained.

No matter how hard it gets, everything I am about to receive can cover up for it all. I accepted the offer, and the contract was signed. My phone kept buzzing as I was urgently wanted in the hospital. I skipped reading through the terms of the contract, and for that, skipped a clause in the contract that I was going to regret. “Get ready for a press conference tomorrow,” Ethan added as I was about to leave. It felt too fast for me, but I couldn't wait to get it done with. Ethan also ordered his driver to take me to the hospital and back to his mansion, as we had a lot to prepare for the conference meeting tomorrow.

she said. “Yes. I'm her sister.” Diana stood up almost immediately. After checking Bella, Dr. Taylor asked, in a gentle tone, “Can we go to my office?“ “Yes, doctor.” They stepped out of the ward. Diana followed gently behind to the office. “Has she ever collapsed?” she asked. “Yeah. One time, a year ago. But it was due to stress. Lately, she had been complaining that her chest hurts.” Dr Taylor sighed. “I’m afraid to share this with you. Your sister had an advanced form of cardiomyopathy. Her heart muscle has weakened greatly, and it's not pumping blood as it should. This kind of condition often goes undetected until symptoms worsen.”

“He’s conscious now. Awake and alert. We’ve run some preliminary tests. I’d like to ask you a few questions if that’s alright.” “Yes. Anything. Please.” I followed him into his office. He sat opposite me, holding a tablet. “We’re still awaiting a few results, but we’re concerned this may be cardiac-related. Specifically, something called hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.” “What?” I blinked. “Cardio—what?” “Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. It’s a condition where the heart muscle becomes abnormally thick, making it harder for the heart to pump blood.” I stared at him. “But—he’s fine. He’s always been fine.”