Novel & Cerita Hearts At War: Loving Her Too Late

It didn’t take long for the video to get deleted, but I had seared it into my memory. Beyond heartbroken, I decided to go to his place to confront him, wanting an explanation. However, when I was at the door, I heard him and his cousins chatting inside the house. That was when I realized the love I thought we shared over the last five years was nothing but a farce. When I recalled what he said, the pain felt as fresh as ever, like a knife twisting in my chest. I looked up at the man whom I loved more than anything in front of me, the tears beginning to pour.

"You two connived together, and both of you will pay the price." Seeing the situation unravel, Spencer scrambled to his feet and blurted out, "It—It was all her idea! "She's the one who begged me to keep it from you! It has nothing to do with me!" Atlas strode to Ember's bedside, rolling up her sleeve to reveal pale skin covered in a harrowing patchwork of scars, both old and new. His eyes burned with fury as he glared at Spencer. He grabbed a nearby chair and hurled it at him with all his strength.

"Anthony, Brandon, Cameron, Ms. Presley has a marriage contract with the Carter family after all. "She will rightfully become Mrs. Carter in the end, so please don't treat her this way." "Tammy, you're the one we love. Even if we marry her, she'll just have the title. She can never compare to the special place you hold in our hearts." The three brothers all expressed their loyalty in unison. They even competed to bid on several items she had her eye on. Blaire ignored them and quietly waited for the final item to be brought out. Finally, the watch was presented.

Years ago, she had stood outside the boys’ dorm all night in the pouring rain while waiting for Shane. She remembered clearly how hard it rained that night. She stood there in the storm with a guitar she had carefully chosen for Shane. The rain soaked her thin shirt and drenched her face. She fainted before Shane showed up. After that, she told herself it was not the end of the world. Loving someone who did not love her back was not the worst thing that could happen. Just as she decided to give up, Shane finally gave in. He said he would give their relationship a try. That was how she finally got the man she had wanted for so long.

I had already accepted that I might die, but no one could face death without fear. Outside, a group of zombies quickly approached him. "Your Majesty, are you truly going to marry that delicious human inside?" "She's nothing more than a tool. We're not human—why should I keep a promise to her? With Victor Lorant a teammate down, he's no match for me. Ready the troops. In three days, we'll crush the human camp." He gave the order and strode away to prepare.

for some reason, she took it down and folded it into the bottom of the suitcase. Not for the past. But because she knew: Graves wouldn't want to open up. But maybe—maybe she understood what it felt like when your body betrays what your soul still clings to. One last item: a small, leather-bound notebook, corners worn. She wrote the first new line: "This won't just be healing. This will be war. But I won't give up." She zipped the bag shut. Tomorrow, it begins. And from then on, nothing would ever be the same.

After many years, her soul was finally at peace. My daughter had now grown to the same age Heidi had been when she disappeared. I promised myself she would know nothing but happiness in her life. Her name was Heidi Pruett.

Six months to secure my hidden funds, to finalize my upcoming architecture projects under the name Architect E, and to make sure I left the Ashford family with absolutely nothing of mine. If Lucas Ashford wanted his precious first love, he could have her. I was done fighting a war I had already lost three years ago. I closed the notebook and hid it safely in my locked drawer. Later that night, the bedroom was dark and completely quiet. I lay on my side of our massive bed, facing the large glass window. The city lights of New York glowed softly in the distance. I kept my eyes closed, despite finding it hard to sleep. Around midnight, the bedroom door quietly opened. I heard Lucas' heavy foots

except for one, I notice. I hitch in a breath as my gaze meets the eyes of the brooding War God. His eyes are colder than an Arctic wind, and though he holds the Goddess of Love in his arms, he barely seems to notice her. His eyes flit from me to Apollo, his expression unreadable, other than the obvious tightening of his jaw. I force myself to pull my gaze away, focusing with difficulty on Apollo, who's smile has turned amused. "Interesting dynamic there, you two." He says in a voice that holds the smallest, almost undetectable amount of bitterness. "In all the myths, it is Aphrodite and Ares who are in love, unable to stay away from each other...and yet...that has never been the case." "Wha