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If Tiffany hadn't escaped, Charlotte had it all set—she was going to sell her to Nyamara right after the wedding. Yeah, she had a heart condition—but it wasn't even that serious. What made Hector's blood run cold? She'd secretly tested for a heart match. And Tiffany's? Perfect. Charlotte planned to rip her heart out. "You evil bitch," Hector growled, eyes bloodshot. "I should've let you rot overseas. I never should've brought you into my house." Hector's eyes were bloodshot. He slammed Charlotte to the ground, grabbed a club, and raised it high.

I hope you can just bring water for me the next time. [This is the third year you’ve been chasing after me, and I almost couldn’t resist saying yes. But then I thought that I could wait a little longer and enjoy being chased by you a bit more.] Every word, every sentence, stabbed painfully at my heart. If I hadn't accidentally stumbled upon these love letters a few days ago, I wouldn't have believed that Henry, who has been so cold to me all these years, actually liked me! The first time I saw Henry was at the university opening ceremony.

she whispered, the words thinner than she’d meant. Leo’s gaze flickered, steady but softer now. “Maybe not. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t let someone watch your back.” The air between them grew taut, alive with something neither of them dared to name. Cass felt the city noise dim around them, as if the rooftop itself had been carved out of time just for this moment. She hated how much she wanted to lean into it, into him, to drop the armor for a heartbeat. Then, static crackled in her earpiece. A burst of garbled radio chatter broke the spell, sharp and urgent. Someone was moving fast below, slipping through their net. The world rushed back in, cold and demanding.

"Gerald Cooper, if you'd paid me the slightest bit of attention, you would've known about this wedding between the Henderson and Bennett families. It was announced long ago." I gestured to the rows of cameras aimed at us. "All of them are here for the scoop. Are you sure you still want to make a scene?" The resolute calm in my eyes chilled him to the core. Only then did he realize that my gaze held no trace of what it once did. My eyes were filled with indifference, release, and ridicule. All the affection and longing for him were gone. His heart clenched as though it was wrenched apart, then discarded. Then, just like something that had bent beyond repair, it would never return to its origi

But she hesitated, withdrawing slightly, the vulnerability in her eyes still raw and unguarded. “I… I can’t,” she whispered. “Not yet. I’m too… tangled in the past.” I nodded, hiding the pang in my chest. “Then I wait,” I said softly. “As long as it takes.” The city outside continued to pulse with life, indifferent to our struggles, our secrets, our unspoken desires. And as we sat there, hand on hand, I realized that the war was no longer just about headlines, strategies, or manipulations. It was about hearts. And mine was caught in the crossfire.

He responded, causing her heart to twist inside her chest. She immediately shook her head and her glassy eyes said it all, the turmoil of her heart. She didn't want him to leave. War was no joke. Wars are lethal. Wars take lives. She can't lose him just when they had their happiness. Just when she thought she would have her happily ever after. This war has to come.

Destiny can ditch you in anytime and in any way as it wants. He couldn’t utter a word as she started to walk away from him. He just watched every step she made away from him until she vanished from his sight and all he could see was the flower field illuminated with bright sunshine. Finally, he let go of the tear droplets from his eyes which was fighting with him to flow out, the tear droplets fell on those two tiny hearts making it glisten with sun rays.

I stuck the knife into her chest and cut hard until I removed her heart, which had stopped beating. I hold it in my hands and walk towards Emilio, who cries like a kid and doesn't dare look at his mother's dead body. My men extend their hands, and I place the heart in them, making Emilio cry harder and try to move away. But my men don't let him go. "I lied to you," I say, "the one who would leave here in a bag would be your mother." Emilio sobs again. "Now, what will I do with you?"

“But then, I think you already know that.” With a final look, she turned and walked away, her heart pounding against her ribs as she exited the lounge. She didn’t stop, didn’t look back, but her mind was a storm of conflicting emotions—resentment, suspicion, and something dangerously close to longing. She hated that he could affect her like this, hated the pull he seemed to have, the way he could so easily make her forget, even for a moment, her mission.