Heartless Jest Novels & Stories

But he leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear, whispering so only I could hear, "You're a pathetic substitute. You'll never measure up to her not even close. Get used to feeling worthless every single day." My heart dropped like a stone. It wasn't a kiss it was venom, stripping me bare in front of everyone. He pulled back, his eyes dead and empty. Humiliated already. And this is just the beginning. The car ride was suffocatingly quiet, city lights blurring past as I sat with my hands clenched tight in my lap, fear gripping every inch of me.

Mind & Heart by Tristan Barton plays softly, the melancholy melody filling the car. I lift my hand, gently placing a finger under Jace’s chin, guiding his face toward me. His eyes, once brimming with confidence and arrogance, are now sunken and haunted. In this moment, he’s not the Jace Adkins I know—the bold, self-assured man—but a lost little boy, burdened by the pain of visiting the graves of parents who were stolen from him.

How could I forget he won me to make my life a living hell? He’ll do whatever he feels like to do with my body. He’ll burn me with his slow flaming torture for the rest of my life and he doesn’t care about my pain, the pain which gives him satisfying pleasure. He will be more pleased watching me break with every breath I take in pain. And there is no one for me to save me from his torture which he always calls it as his love. And what would you name it? Maybe, ‘His Heartless Love'. “Too late, Angel.” His voice was heavy with cruel determination as the leather crop sliced through the thick silence and licked across my flushed flesh.

Jester’s roaring voice could be heard from the inside room. “Mr. Helsen, please don’t lose hope. Your legs hasn’t fully recovered yet. If you rest for a while, you will be able to stand up again!” “Get out, all of you! Get out!” Kester roared, his voice filled with intense despair. Upon hearing this, I felt my heart tighten instantly. Kester has always been gentle in composition. He rarely lost his temper! Even when he had got angry, he would never be so aggressive. The door of the ward creaked open.