Novel & Cerita Exchange My Life For Your Heart

He asked, and I really wanted to tell him that tonight was the only time he’d be getting me. Asher and I are leaving in the morning. “Maybe,” I said. “My name is Xavier, what’s yours?” he added while I smiled. “If you are able to get me in here in the morning, I’ll tell you,” I said and then reached for the door, but he blocked it. “I meant it, and I mean it now… my heart beats for you. If you trust me with yours, I promise to cherish it till the end of our lives…”

The morning's medication had worn off, so I gulped down another full bottle of painkillers just to keep moving. In the restroom, Ruby followed me in. She said sarcastically, "You really think a pathetic, washed-up woman like you can compete with me?" Gone was the obedient act she put on in front of Caleb. Her eyes were now filled with mockery. "I don't have silver poisoning at all. It's all fake. Once the bonding ceremony's done, he's mine. You really think I'd give him back to you after that?" I said nothing and kept my eyes lowered. It didn't matter whether she gave him back or not. I wouldn't live long enough to see it.

I whispered, “if I just disappear, everything will be all right. Won’t it?” My wolf didn't howl. It was as calm as I was, accepting our fate. I climbed over the railing and let myself fall into the abyss. My Alex… this time, you have to be happy. --- Alexander's POV Across the street, buying Elena’s favorite cakes, Alexander's heart seized. It was a sharp, tearing agony that ripped through the core of his wolf, a pain from the deepest part of his soul. The box fell from his hands, the cakes scattering on the pavement.

I wasn't surprised when Grandma reprimanded her and told her not to cry in front of me. As the sound of footsteps faded away, the medium suddenly spoke again. "I don't think it will progress this quickly. The girl might be tricking you. We should give her a stronger dosage tomorrow." Grandma hesitated. "But I…" "You need to be decisive. It won't work if you hesitate. A life must be traded for the other to live." "Will this actually work?" "Don't worry. Once, I saved a boy who drowned on the east side of the village the same way."

When it was time and we arrived at the place for the exchange, we parked the car beneath the abandoned building. Knowing we might be under constant surveillance, we dared not make any reckless moves. All we could do was repeatedly instruct Mom on what to do. She, in her muddled state, couldn't understand. She kept flashing a silly smile at me. Hope was on the verge of a breakdown, her fingers digging into Mom's shoulders as she barked, her eyes bloodshot. "When you go into that building, hand the money to the man with Melody. Do you hear me?" Mom didn't even flinch from the pain; she only looked at Hope in confusion.

My aunt said, "He can't be doing this forever." I replied, "He'll stop once he gets tired of being on his feet." My heart had turned cold the moment I was buried alive in my past life. In this life, my heart had frozen over again in the freezing winds at the evacuation center. A heart that had gone completely cold could never feel warmth again. Meanwhile, the scandal over the surveillance video continued to escalate. People on the internet combed through everything on Gigi's social media accounts, discovering countless loopholes in every update that was posted since her return to the country.

She leaned closer, lips nearly brushing the shell of his ear. "I love you, Wyck. I've loved you since we were kids stealing kisses down by the creek. I never stopped, even when I thought I'd lost you forever." The admission tore free like a bird long caged. "You have to come back to me," she implored raggedly. "You have my whole heart, Wyck Crockett. Always." Her whispered confession echoed in the small room, punctuated only by the steady beep of the monitors. Harper laid her head down near his shoulder, still clasping his hand. Helpless tears dripped onto the stark sheets.

She constantly begged the nurses to call me and ask me to come see her. But I ignored every single request. After hanging up on another call from the hospital, I chose to disconnect the exchange system for good. Just then, a mechanical voice sounded in my mind. "One last chance remains. Are you certain you won't use it? This system can swap anything—identity, power, status, and even health and lifespan. Anything you can imagine can be exchanged." "No," I said without a second thought. "If there's anything I want, I'll achieve it on my own."

“You have to let go. This time, completely.” He shook his head, stepping closer, desperate. “No. I can’t lose you again. I can’t.” She smiled — a soft, human smile that shattered him. “You won’t lose me. You’ll just stop chasing me.” He felt tears spill down his face. “It’s not the same.” “No,” she said. “But it’s the only way you’ll ever wake up.” The hum grew louder, the golden horizon pulsing like a heartbeat. He could feel the Core inside him now — every memory, every regret, every desperate attempt at rewriting fate — all woven together into something enormous and ancient.

I continued, "The money you've given me is already enough for me to live on for the rest of my life. However, I'm still going to put these things up for sale, because I'm the kind of person who, once I cut ties, I cut them clean." At these words, the car window finally rolled down, revealing a thoroughly haggard Peter. "Ada, I just wanted to make it up to you," he said hoarsely. I passed the check back in through the window. "I've already received sufficient compensation. Peter, we owe each other nothing now." Hearing this, Peter grew somewhat agitated. "How can we possibly owe each other nothing? I did you wrong by the way I treated you before and by how I handled things with Mom."