Heartless Marissa Meyer Summary Novels & Stories

Finally, he said, “No.” It was the truth, but it didn’t heal anything. Marissa gave a small nod, as if she’d been expecting it. She brushed past him, her suitcase trailing behind her. When she reached the door, she paused. “I hope you find whatever it was you were missing,” she said softly. “But I hope it breaks your heart the way you broke mine.” Then she was gone. The sound of the door closing felt final — not loud, but absolute. Clara came down slowly, her steps unsteady. “She’s gone,” she whispered.

Marissa looked at me with shock. "I know all about your parents going through bankruptcy. Your father tries to borrow money from my grandpa and you've been leaching off of me for a long time now," I said harshly. "You know what Rose? You may be pretty on the outside but inside you are an ugly bitch. I hope you rot in hell!" Marissa screeched and ran off. I am already in hell.

[Travis’ POV] "Marissa," the name danced on my tongue as I continued to stand in place feeling my heart shatter into a million pieces. "Why?" I stared out the window into the night, trying to make sense of what was going on. Marissa was gone. She was gone, not only physically but mentally too. How had one of the happiest moments of my life turned into something so fucking painful I was having trouble breathing? After all the time I spent trying to find her and then to get her to open up to me, how could this have happened?

The pounding of her heartbeat drowned out all other sounds, the depth of her feelings threatening to consume her. She fought to calm her trembling breath, her palms damp with sweat as she battled against the rising panic. "Pull yourself together," she whispered to herself, pushing to regain control amidst the chaos of her thoughts. She gathered herself, telling herself to focus on the tough reality ahead. Despite her efforts to regain calm, the harsh truth remained. She couldn't ignore that Efrain and Diana shared a stronger connection than she had realized, making her feel like an outsider in their world. Feeling deeply saddened, Marissa turned away, unable to bear the sight that tore at he

"I walked away when I turned eighteen. Built my own business, my own life. I wanted nothing to do with that world." "But you still have connections." "Yes." No point lying. "My father's organization is loyal to his memory. To his bloodline. If I asked them to help, they would." "Good." Marissa's expression was ice. "Because I want everyone who did this to us destroyed. Not just imprisoned destroyed. Everything they have, everything they love, everything they are. I want them to lose it all before they die." The venom in her voice should have alarmed me. Instead, I felt something like recognition. This was what betrayal did to people. It turned soft things hard, loving things vicious.

red as she lowered her voice and ordered him to get up again and again, initially with hatred and mockery, but later with heartache. Finally could not resist flinging to the bedside, hugging him and crying out loud: "I love you ah, why do you have to fight against me... I obviously love so much, but I failed to protect you... sorry..." Hate, but because of love. Marisa Darcyhas always been this conflicted. Just like she hated Matthew Miller, not because she lost her virginity, but she truly adored her father, but could not get the love she deserved from Matthew Miller. He used her as a tool, so she hated. What about Alex Brown? Alex Brown is the purest light in her dark and dirty life, the

he continued, stepping closer, “that you’re terrified right now because for the first time in your life, someone’s looking at *all* of you—the scars, the secrets, the goddamn *mess*—and they’re not running.” The air between us crackled. I turned away, my chest burning. “You don’t get it. I don't know if I can give you what you're asking for.” “I’m not asking you for anything, Marissa.” He turned me around gently. “I'm offering you my heart, is all."

Abel step on it," Boris said to his driver. Getting to the civil registration office, Camille stared to the ground as she followed quietly after Boris. Everything was already in place waiting for them, typical of a corrupt old man Boris was. Camille signed her name against those of Boris. A single tear escaped her eyes, her heart shattered. She will get back at her. A strange glint passed through her eyes even as she boarded the car to her new home. Back at Smith mansion, Dorca had just received two of her lady friends for their usual evening gossip and catching up with the happenings in their social circle. " Dorca what about the black Mercedes parked outside? I didn't think you could buy o

She said she wants to live a little before she settles down, but I know deep down that what happened to both mom and Marissa is the reason she isn’t looking and dad and I both feel shitty for that. Seeing Marissa again after two years was a shock in itself. I wasn’t expecting to actually see her, and I’m glad I did. She is more beautiful than she was when we found out we were mates. I’m so proud of what she has achieved within the medical world and, of course, raising the girls. I know how difficult it can be to raise them even with all the help that we have. The girls can be ruthless. They get that trait from Marissa and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Marissa told me she didn’t know what

Hatred was engulfing her entire self and even as she tried to maintain her elegance, her face couldn’t hide her emotion. “Don’t worry. She will fall on her face and I will humiliate her so much she wouldn’t dare to show her face to anyone.” Sasha said confidently. “But what she did do to make you hate so much?” Sasha asks curiously. “She tried to snatch my man away from me,” Lia said and Sasha also felt anger. Sasha has seen his father leave her mom for a mistress and she lived a hard life with her mother after her father left her. So she hated the person who try to break into other people’s homes.