Contracted Hearts Novels & Stories

His calmness was beginning to irritate her. Micheal’s eyes softened, and he sighed. “Lily has a heart condition. It’s not something we talk about often, but it’s something we’ve managed for a long time. She can’t handle sudden shocks or intense emotions like fear or stress. Her heart rate spikes, and it’s almost like a mini heart attack.” Yvonne’s eyes widened in horror. “Are you telling me that a four-year-old just had a heart attack? How can we be sitting here just talking?” She started to rise from the couch in a panic, but Micheal quickly reached out, grasping her hand gently but firmly.

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?

Someone shouted. Suddenly my daughter was ripped from my arms by a swarm of white coats. Now... She was behind those stainless-steel operating room doors. Operating Room Four. An entire surgical team fought to repair the damaged valve inside her fragile little heart. The stress of the kidnapping... Watching her brother being taken... The sound of gunfire... It had all been too much. The cardiologist called it acute traumatic stress decompensation superimposed on congenital heart disease. I called it... The Anderson family curse.

She said and walked in closing her door behind her. What the hell did she get herself into? She sighed. What kind of a man is Dario, he didn't even find the courtesy of bringing her home and introducing her to everyone like every normal couple would do, He was the one who wrote in their contract that no one was allowed to find out that this marriage is a contract. She knew his attitude was a bad one— an arrogant, rude, heartless bastard but she didn't believe he would abandon his son like this.

Anders stepped up to the bed and sternly replied, "No, she doesn't. She wants you to be strong and live again and be patient until you can be togehter again. Now, I want you to stop this foolishness. No more death talk!" He contunued to mumble a string of profanities at Anders and Finn, refusing to look at them when he heard Finn say, "Anders, you know what he needs. He needs another shock to his system. One that will jumpstart his heart, so that he knows he's alive." "True, true. What do you propose?" Drake looked from one to the other and shook his head, saying "No! Nope! Don't you dare Finn!"

It wasn’t till I was safe inside did I hear his engines start and his car drive away, along with it went my hope. I leaned against the closed door, sighing to myself in the darkness of the room. How'd we learn to break our own hearts so terrified that someone else might?

Only then Conrad realized the stupidity of his question and he was baked red. "Umm once. Not after that. Because Conrad was exhausted. I... Uhhh. Actually wanted to discuss about it too". Noah said. The doctor finally put his pen and glasses down. He observed the boys for a while before sighing. "Well. It’s not complicated in a sense that we cannot treat. But yes we need to be very careful for a while... I would rate his heart condition 6/10. Means his heart is perfectly fine. But it’s weak. We can't stress him. Mentally. Physically and Emotionally.

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.”

“This concerns more than your shop, or even your personal life. It’s about… someone you care for, and a situation you might not be equipped to handle alone.” My stomach churned. Who was he talking about? I didn’t recognize him, and yet, there was something in his voice that made my heart pound faster — not fear, exactly, but a peculiar mix of apprehension and curiosity. He stepped closer and handed me a thick envelope. The embossed gold lettering on the cover read: “Contractual Agreement – Immediate Response Required.” I blinked at it. “I… I don’t understand,” I stammered. “Read it,” he said. “And decide quickly. You don’t have much time.”

Beverly's lashes trembled. When Heather saw that Beverly was listening intently, she pulled a medical report from her bag and placed it in the latter's hand. "Harry inherited your heart condition," Heather said very softly, as if afraid of startling her. Beverly flipped through the report. The diagnosis written on it was "dilated cardiomyopathy". It was a type of heart disease that, in severe cases, could lead to heart failure. Her hands shook slightly, exuding a quiet sadness.