Contracted Heart Novels & Stories

“Give me all the details on what you need me to do about Miss Bennett’s contract and the press, okay? I’m here for you. Goodnight.” “Goodnight, Dom!” Alexander replied, raising his voice slightly so Dominic could hear from the other side of the door. Alexander read Sophia’s text message again. He thought to himself, ‘Did I come off as rude? Why is she so angry?’ He began typing a response: It’s clear you didn’t have a good day at work, Sophia, but this doesn’t concern our contract. As stated in Article Eight of the contract, all phone calls and texts should be answered within two hours. I believe your signature means you have agreed to this.

“I'm all ears. What do you have in mind?” Emily took a moment to collect her thoughts, carefully choosing her words to craft an enticing narrative. “I've come to understand that we share a common goal. The desire to protect our families’ legacies and ensure their continued success.” Wyatt nodded, his intrigue evident. “I won’t deny that is a priority for many of us in the business world. But how do you propose we achieve that?” Emily leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a lower, more confidential tone. “A contract marriage,” she revealed, her words laced with calculated intention.

he corrected, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Laughing, I nodded my heart swelling with love. "That too, my love," I replied, feeling the weight of our shared journey, our love story, and the promises that lay ahead. Hand in hand, we stood on the precipice of a new chapter, ready to face whatever challenges and joys the future held, bound together by a love that was unbreakable, enduring, and beautifully, wonderfully ours, loving in the shadow of our heart. ******* THE END OF CONTRACTED.

She cut in sharply. “Yes, that’s why we are going over the terms now. I understand that your families arranged your marriage so you two could be together. But in reality, between the two of you, it is just a contract marriage, one with a fixed term and conditions.” I saw her stiffen, her jaw going tight. She looked at me, then back to Jared. “I don’t understand what you mean. What contract?” She asked. “That’s what Mark wants. Since you two don’t want each other and only agreeing because of your families, I think it’s just wise that you get it binded in a contract. This will benefit you the most so you have nothing to fear.” Jared continued.

Gustavo was keen to get one of the men on the list given the heart. The man in question was told about the experimental heart and was interested in giving it a go. He was not going to last much longer, and if Lena agreed that the man could have a new heart in less than a week, she would like the fellow to be there in the hospital, isolated from germs and on a drip for something she would not tell me about, but said it helped reduce the rejection. After more pushing by Gustavo,Milena agreed and suggested they get some contracts together, for her side of the heart patient, and also something for the patient, so they could not be sued if it was unsuccessful.

Questions flooded in from left right center and I felt so constricted,my chest tightening as it felt as if the world was coming around me. The bodies of reporters,the guards pushing them away it was all to much,my hands rose to my throat as I squeezed it attempting to get some sort of air. My eyes welled up in tears and I tried to inhale but the blockage in my throat not letting me,the feel of callous hands on my face calmed me down somewhat. As the deep voice of Kairos whispered to me. “Breathe kitten,it’s just you and I.” Kairos said as I raised my eyes to meet his filled with deep concern that made my heart flutter.

Every sound from inside that room felt like a blade cutting deeper into my chest. Then suddenly the alarms stopped, the voices quieted and the door opened. A doctor stepped out, his expression unreadable. I stepped forward immediately. “What happened?” He looked at me for a long moment before speaking. “There was a complication.” My stomach dropped. “What kind of complication?” I asked, my voice barely steady. He exhaled slowly. “His heart rate spiked suddenly. It didn’t align with his previous condition.” “That doesn’t make any sense,” I said. “You said he was stable.” “He was,” the doctor replied. “Which is why this is unusual.”

"Tell me why my husband is taking beta blockers and blood thinners. Tell me why Dr. Reeves has you on what looks like a full cardiac medication protocol. Tell me what's wrong with your heart." For a long moment, he just looks at me. Those storm-grey eyes unreadable, walls slamming down. Then he sits down on the bed. Runs a hand through his hair, messing up the perfect style. "Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy," he says quietly. "The left ventricle of my heart is thickened. Makes it harder for blood to pump efficiently. Creates risk of arrhythmia, heart failure, sudden cardiac death." The clinical terms hit me like physical blows.

The consent forms required two signatures. Sophia signed first. Her hand didn't shake, She had promised herself it wouldn't. Dr. Reyes was the pediatric cardiac surgeon. forties, deliberate, with the particular economy of movement that came from spending decades in operating rooms. She had arrived at 2 AM with a folder and a manner that left no space for softening what was inside it. Dilated cardiomyopathy. Progressive weakening of the heart muscle. Not congenital, not from a single cause, a slow deterioration that had been developing, Dr. Reyes explained, for some time. Long enough that there had been a window to catch it earlier. The window had passed.

Serena laid across the expensive carpet, her body weak and trembling in the aftermath of yet another powerful orgasm. Her skin was slick with sweat, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. Between her legs, she was sore, swollen, and still leaking Damien’s cum in slow, warm trails that ran down her inner thighs and onto the floor. The marks he had left on her body were already blooming dark hickeys on her neck and breasts, fingerprints on her hips, and red handprints on her ass from how roughly he had gripped and spanked her during their frenzied fucking.