Novel & Cerita Her Heart, Her Terms

She lifted her head off of my shoulder, “That was the most amazing feeling in the entire world. There is nothing that I could describe to compare it to. It was more intense than when you marked me.” I breathed out a sigh of relief, “Thank the Goddess.” She giggled, “Thank the Goddess.” For someone who’s heart no longer beat, I felt alive. I felt like someone had electrified me. “Are you sure you want to do this? With me?” She hung her head, shaking it slowly, “Wyatt, I love you, but you can be so stupid sometimes.”

she said softly, regaining her composure. He walked back to his seat, slouching slightly, an unexpected hint of weariness in his posture. “Sit,” he ordered. She sat on the chair across from him. “I’m going to do it,” she said, the words falling flat in the enormous, silent office. “Have you gone through everything properly?” he asked, his voice low and devoid of emotion. “Yes. I… I accept all the terms and conditions,” she replied, looking down, nervously playing with her fingers.

she says cаrefully. I blink, cоnfused. “Okаy... and?” “And shе’s a wonderful girl, Eric,” shе sаys, hеr vоice sоftening. “I've knоwn hеr sinсe shе wаs a сhild. Shе's beautiful, educated, and has the kindest heаrt. I think shе would be a perfect match for you.” Hеr words leave me sрeechless. I stаrе at hеr, trying tо рrocess what shе just sаid. “Wаit, you’rе suggеsting I marry hеr?”

Her eyes carry pride that I know has nothing to do with love and everything to do with satisfaction. "You'll make the Moretti name proud," she says quietly, only for me. I keep my expression even. But something runs through me cold, the familiar feeling of being moved like a piece on a board I never agreed to sit on. She releases us and drifts back into the crowd, already moving between guests like she was made for rooms like this. She always has been. Isabella watches her go. Something small crosses her face, too quick to read. But it's there. Whatever she sensed in that moment, she filed it away.

Three months into our marriage, I was cooking dinner when I noticed that every plate, bowl, and cup in the house was smaller than standard dinnerware. That slight difference mattered. Every time I lifted a bowl or wrapped my hand around a cup, I had to adjust my grip to the tighter curve. I held up two bowls of different sizes and asked Damian Moretti why. He said they had simply been custom-made for the Family. That night, a torrential downpour left me stranded at the station after I finished handling Family business. Across the street, inside a restaurant, Damian held a bite of steak to the lips of the young woman opposite him, then gently wiped the sauce from the corner of her mouth. The

Her scream tore through the realm. Reality shattered. Aiden raised one hand. Everything stopped. The First Heart froze. Even Evara looked surprised. Aiden walked toward her. You were my first companion. The First Heart trembled. Yes. But you were never my love. Her eyes filled with rage. I waited for you before creation. I know. I followed you through countless realities. I know. I sacrificed everything. I know. Then why? Aiden's voice softened. Because love cannot be demanded. The First Heart screamed.

| had gotten so used to the fact that | was simply irresistible. But what disturb me the most is that new girl, she is different, Her aura is different and she is like a closed book I am dying to read. She isn't like some other girl at the school throwing themselves at me, she is different and it feels like my charms have almost no effect on her. She fascinate me with every action of her and now, I just want to clear my head... My hands were aching to punch something and let all my stress out. | had walked in ready to relax when a sight | saw made me stop.

she says. It’s not a no. That’s more than Connor Hale got. I take careful note of that and put it somewhere safe. "Take your time. You can send me a message when you’ve decided." "That's it? No counteroffer? No terms?" "No terms. It's a yes or a no. Your decision to make entirely." She studies me like she's checking the math, looking for the catch she's used to. There's no catch. That's the whole point and she can't find it, which is its own small heartbreak.

“That’s not just a job.” It was. It wasn’t. Ten years counts. It does not count if it was never yours. Her hand settled on my forearm. Warm. Familiar. Her thumb pressed into the inside of my wrist where my pulse was visible. “You didn’t know the terms when you agreed,” she said. “I know them now.” “And you’re just going to accept it.” Accept. Like this is calm. Like this is peace. I did not answer. Her other hand came to my chest.

“Don't even give me that. You sit down there talking about priorities when every day I wake up, I have to be compared to someone I have no idea what she was. You look at me, and you don't see her, and somehow that has become a problem because….” “Because she has what you don't, and that is a heart. She fucking has a heart that you lack” She scoffed in disbelief as she took a step back, okay, that was out here now. “I don't… I don't have a heart? And you are the fine one to talk to? Oh, please spare me that crap.....” “We don't have to do this, You and I have many options, and we don't have to settle because.....” “I will settle because I am never leaving you, it is better you know that I wil