From Heartbreak To The Ceo’s Bed Novels & Stories

he explained while trying to hold her right arm but Vivoree took a step back to avoid his touch. Her tears finally fell because of her forced smile. "You're better off without me" Calix realized that there's no other way to mend her broken heart. It was like a glass that broke and shattered. It cannot be fixed because the other important parts were already lost. She had decided it. "Well, you're not. You can't find anyone better than me." He didn't want to look weak in front of her. He didn't want to remain as her chaser in her memory after this night end. He had to say that because he's strong and more mature than her. He wants her to realize that she's not better without him.

He did all that for a bet. I felt something drop in the pit of my stomach. I could feel myself breaking. His words still cutting deep into my heart. Trying to cut my heart out. His words were still ringing in my ears. Besides that, I could also listen to my last piece of the heart being shattered. My trust came after that. I felt suffocated sitting in here. I needed some fresh air. "Say something," Damien said cutting the silence. I looked down not able to look up. I cannot. Not anymore.

She is just being lowkey because she thinks I'm just poor and I'm not up to her standards even though I'm physically qualified. Anyway, those thoughts cheered me up even more. I even hummed along with the song playing on the stereo. If I'm not mistaken it was Maybe This Time by David Murphy. Ah, Carmelita... Carmelita... Soon you will fall into my trap. You will be the first one who will taste the revenge of a man who's been broken and hurt by your kind. I was still humming the song. I was in my best mood. And unknowingly, I did not notice a pair of eyes that were secretly and carefully checking my every move.

( excited) Jim:" Ehem,ehem. Calm down, my wife. " Caleo:" You have to control your girl, Jim. Haha" Gabriel:" Wah, give what she wants then. " Dale:" Look at my girl, Anastasia just sleep. She doesn't want to get to know me. She is busy with sleep! Such a sleeping beauty!" Caleo:" Same goes with my Maria. " Gabriel:" Mine is just enjoying playing with my body like I am the tree and she was swaying like a monkey. Now she is sleeping.. "

“They never close. She’s here with us, my Chelle is. I pl-play checkers with her sometimes.” “Oh George, that’s not—” He caught himself. “That’s nice. That’s nice, George.” “That’s nice, George,” the old man repeated, arm shaking. He was barely coherent, losing consciousness. “I think you’ve had a heart attack, George. We need to move you.” George Deadmond fought to speak. “It’s broken,” he said. “My heart broke a long time ago . . . there’s nothing left.”

This one read: War between millionaire ex-wife and mistress nanny, Via Billionaire Biotech company CEO Lucas Maxwell. I could not help the burst of laughter that ripped through me, but they did nothing to hold back the tears. Celine had turned off the tv now, but the images were fresh in my mind and they would stay there for a while. I got to my feet, wiping the tears, "you don't mind too much if I steal your room again. The bed seems to be the only place I would ever find any consolation."

For the future I had worked tirelessly to build—I had to break up with him. And yet, I couldn't bring myself to dial. The thought of breaking his heart, of shattering our world with a few faltering words, was more than I could bear. Tears streamed freely down my cheeks as despair engulfed me, pulling me under its dark waves. I crawled onto the bed, hugging my pillow tightly, burying my face into its softness as if it could absorb the pain that consumed me. My cries were muffled but no less heart-wrenching as they filled the quiet of my room. The threatening note lay forgotten on the floor, a silent witness to the agony of a heart being torn apart by forces greater than itself.

she must have made you say all this to me, she convinced you to. No, I couldn't bare it any longer. Taking her hand, I pushed her out of the room, but what was left within me was nothing but a broken heart. "You won't survive a day without me" I heard her voice again, before shutting the door. "Damn!" I threw the pillows away from the bed, my foot pierced on a broken glass piece, but it was my heart that was doing the bleeding, it was my heart that was dead. "Goodbye Miss Camille Grant, thanks for breaking my heart completely!"

The evidence seemed damning, and the weight of the revelation threatened to crush his spirit. The room, once filled with warmth and the echoes of shared laughter, now bore witness to the tempest within his soul. He couldn't contain the surge of emotions that erupted within him. Broken hearted, he lashed out, hurling objects across the room as if trying to expel the pain that clung to him. "Ahhh! Tessa! Why did you hurt me like this?!" he screamed, the anguished cry reverberating through the empty spaces of their home. Each shattered piece of furniture echoed his broken heart.

We ordered two buckets of chicken from the nearest fast-food drive-thru, bought canned beers in a convenience store, and gobbled it up as we watched movies. “Hah… How dare he wrap hish arms on another woman! He did not even recognished you because he was so enamored of that little shit. Honestly, Maggie, were you aware of hish affair? You don’t sheem surprished and you are handling thish too calmly. My heart breaksh for you, girl.” I remained silent and took one last bite from my chicken thigh. “You can cry, you know. You rich women are shoo good at pretending that everything ish fine when you’re breaking inside. It’sh not a crime to shed some tearsh.”