From Heartbreak To The Ceo’s Bed Novels & Stories

I pointed at the most expensive menu option and told the hotel manager, "We'll take this one." Since Sophia insisted on paying initially, this would be my last gift to her. As I left, I glanced at the matching bracelet on my wrist. The irony struck me hard, and I tossed it into a nearby trash can. I had believed I could handle this calmly and control my emotions. But when I saw Sophia with another man in the car I'd bought her, right there in the garage of our new home, I completely lost it. I gripped my phone so tightly that it felt as if it would break, eyes bloodshot. Through the car window, I clearly saw them passionately tangled together on the custom leather seats I had specially order

She thought of the way he used to tuck her hair behind her ear and the future they had planned—a small, messy, beautiful life that didn't involve NDAs or 50,000-dollar "salaries." The pain hit her then, sharp and physical, like a lung-collapsing blow. She hadn't let herself feel it—not through the scandal, not through the contract negotiations, not through the wedding. But here, in the middle of Julian Vane’s masterpiece of a home, her heart finally broke all over again. She curled into a ball, sobbing silently into the pillow until the weight of the grief finally pulled her under into a heavy, dreamless sleep.

The color slowly drained from his sharp, handsome face as he looked at the woman who had just treated his grand romantic gesture and his vulnerable touch as nothing more than a divorce settlement. "Have a productive day at the office, Silas," I whispered, offering him a hollow, devastating smile. "Ninety-five days left." I turned and walked out of the breakfast room, leaving the billionaire CEO standing entirely alone, choking on the realization that his money and his tenderness were entirely useless against a dead heart.

• The best at turning me on. Evelyn greedily collected the dollars on stage. My lucky day, she smiled inwardly. The show ended. Jaxon tried to leave, but Evelyn dragged him back. Two hefty guys hauled Jaxon to one of the back rooms and threw him onto the bed like trash. "Please don't do this!" Jaxon begged, half-conscious. The next sound was fabric tearing. They ripped his outfit off. One man unbuckled his belt and slapped it across Jaxon's skin repeatedly.

How do you explain to someone that the person who swore to protect your heart, was the one who stomped on it without a second thought? My first heartbreak wasn't loud. It didn't come with slammed doors or broken glass. It came with silence. And a tear I didn't let him see.

As it turned out, even emotions didn't bother showing anymore once someone had reached peak disappointment in someone else. Before light, I had made my decision. The mating ceremony must be called off. I turned on my laptop and began writing the notice for the ceremony cancellation. Every word I wrote felt like I was shattering all the trust that I had in Xavier for the past eight years. Before I was done drafting it out, however, my phone suddenly began to ring. It was Queenie. "Vanessa? Haven't you gone to sleep yet?" she asked, her voice light as though nothing had just happened. "It's your big day tomorrow. You shouldn't tire yourself out tonight."

She carried him into the kitchen, to make coffee. Across the hall, Thomas Anderson stood barefoot in his study, jaw clenched so tightly it ached. His tablet lay abandoned on the desk, screen still lit. He hadn’t slept. He’d stopped scrolling after counting thirty headlines. Some congratulated him. Others dissected him. A few outright mocked him. BROKEN CEO PLAYS HOUSE AFTER TRAGEDY: IS THIS LOVE… OR A DESPERATE COVER? He dragged a hand down his face, fingers catching at his stubble.

It was not just anger. #CEOInLove hit two million by 3am. He picked up the first thing within reach. A glass. It shattered against the wall. Then the lamp. Then the mirror. He stood in the wreckage breathing hard. His reflection broke into a hundred pieces around his feet. His phone buzzed from the floor. He walked over and looked at the screen. A new article. SU HEIR AND SARTINI HEIRESS — THE LOVE STORY WE NEVER SAW COMING. He picked up his phone and hurled it at the wall so hard the screen shattered completely.

The perfect, granite posture was back in place. “It’s late,” he stated, his voice now a low rumble, the business-like tone restored. “Go to bed.” But the dismissal was hollow. I knew. I had done it. I had cracked the stone. My heart was doing a frantic little dance in my chest. I didn’t reply. I just turned and slipped back inside, letting the door click shut behind me. I walked to my room on air. Lying in bed, the sheets cool against my skin, I hugged my pillow tight to my chest. I stared at the ceiling, seeing not the white paint, but the flash in Jace's eyes, the moment his voice had cracked.

Before taking any step forward, he uttered the words that completely shattered Eleana for an eternity "Natasha is the one I love. You are not the one for me, Eleana. She's the one for me. And I am going to introduce her as my girlfriend tomorrow after announcing our break up. Be prepared." Eleana was surprised at how smoothly he uttered those harsh words. His voice didn't shake for a moment as he spoke. After he was done telling her, he left without turning back. He didn't bother looking at the girl who collapsed on the floor. He didn't bother looking at the girl whose heart he mercilessly trampled.