Corazon Destruido Novels & Stories

"Mr. and Mrs. Fairfield, I'm sorry! I love Michelle with all my heart! I really hope that she can come back to me! I'm willing to exchange my life for hers! "What's the use of having a third-class merit? I just want Michelle to be back!"

And for the first time in three years, she cried. Not pretty tears. Not the polite kind that slip out at funerals. Ugly, gasping sobs that came from a place she had locked up and thrown away the key to. Her shoulders shook. Her face pressed into her own knees. She bit down on her fist to keep the sound from carrying into the hallway because she refused, absolutely refused, to have hotel staff find her broken on a marble floor. She cried for Aria. The girl who had believed. The girl who had loved without holding back. The girl who had put her hand on her stomach in the rain and whispered to her unborn daughter that she was sorry, so sorry, that she had not been smart enough to see it coming.

The pain is consuming, destroying my very heart and soul It hurts so fucking much as the weight of everything crashes down on me all at once—every lie, every moment, every choice I made. Everything I destroyed. Everything I lost. Reading that last part, I finally understand why Sierra looked at me the way she did. Why she couldn’t forgive me… Because sorry means nothing…. Not when the damage runs this deep. Not when you’ve shattered something beyond repair. Not when there’s barely anything left to save. I lean back against the chair, eyes squeezed shut to hold back the tears threatening to fall.

The creature’s scream ripped through the corridor—and he crushed it just as easily as the first. The mist of its disintegration curled around his arms, cold and useless. “Again.” A third was brought. Then a fourth. Then a fifth. He destroyed them all. Some he threw against the stone until their bodies shredded. Some he dragged claws through until they fell apart. One he punched so hard the shockwave rattled the torches along the walls. Screams layered over screams until the corridor became a tunnel of noise, but still there was one sound missing—the ragged way she’d said no, the broken edge of his name in her pain.

She was in her calm era. "It's too late,Tristan. You had many chances in the past four years. Do you know what pain from heartbreak look like to people? Those injuries are like a knife, leaving an indelible scar in the heart every time. Now, a heart is already full of scars. Tell me how to recover?"Cora choked with sobs. She was unable to remain calm. What she feared most was not others' domineering scolds, but the grievances. Tristan was panicked. "Don't cry,Cora. I'm so sorry. It's all my fault.Please don't cry.I will never hurt you again."

Nothing I could say would ever undo the damage I had caused. Her face twisted with the agony of all the broken pieces between us, but she still wouldn’t meet my eyes. And I couldn’t blame her. I had destroyed everything. The trust, the love—everything that had once been beautiful between us was shattered, and there was nothing left but the ruins of a life I couldn’t put back together.

The love he had so fiercely fought for had crumbled, leaving behind nothing but pain and brokenness. As Ava cradled Caleb in her arms, her heart shattered into a million pieces. The love she had once believed in now seemed tainted, poisoned by Damian's violence. In that moment, all illusions of a happy ending were shattered, replaced by a harsh reality that threatened to consume them all.

He was trembling, the heavy chattering of his teeth frightened Olivia “You can't do anything Olivia…he only listens to me…you are nothing to him!” Corina yelled while struggling to get free “That's enough, this is betrayal Corina…you caused so much damage for your selfish reasons,” Zane couldn't believe what was happening, Corina dared to betray Pedro. She drugged all of Pedro's men and killed some just so she could get her way “Pedro is mine, he is mine. He promised to be mine!” Corina yelled as her eyes fell on Pedro. He was hers from the beginning. He promised to belong to her. She destroyed everything for him

He realizes the depth of Jay's pain and frustration, expressed through the destruction around them. David's eyes fill with sorrow as he surveys the wreckage. He understands that this act of destruction is a manifestation of Jay's inner turmoil and anguish. The broken pieces serve as a physical representation of the brokenness within their family. Taking a deep breath to compose himself, David approaches Jay cautiously, mindful of the fragile state of their relationship. He reaches out a hand, gently resting it on Jay's trembling shoulder.

Isabella had never seen me like this, and she froze. “I’ll talk… I’ll tell you everything…” “You better tell the whole truth. We’ll find out eventually, one way or another. Your little lies won’t save you.” Isabella sobbed out the words, frantic and desperate. “Mrs. Corleone killed herself because of her depression. Her psychiatrist was a close friend of my father’s. I… I just hated that you didn’t care about me anymore after Elena moved in. I… I made the doctor alter Mrs. Corleone’s medical records, and I forged that suicide note…”