Jest Heartless Romane & Geschichten

Aria Harrington daughter of that useless sack of shit Richard Harrington, the man whose mountain of gambling debts forced this nightmare marriage on me. I regret every second of signing those papers, every glance at her fake perfect-wife act. Should've let her family rot in bankruptcy instead of playing savior. She's no Blackwood. She's a replacement, nothing more a placeholder for the sister who actually ran but left me stuck with this trash.

she screamed at me "He deserved it, he's a fucking player, he impregnated Sophie and dumped her, apparently he also impregnated a girl called Kimberly and dumped her too, he's just using you" "Stop lying to me Jacqueline, you claim Warren to be hot-headed but you're the one who's filled with nothing but bitterness and anger... you have no fucking emotions, Jacqueline, you're cruel and cold-hearted" she cried bitterly. she raised her arm to slap me but Lorenzo held her hand just in time "If you dare to touch her, you won't have any fucking hand" he aggressively threw her hand down I stood there in silence as I watch her sit beside Leonard's dead body crying, I never thought about Melinda's fe

“Just a poor girl with a tragic backstory and perfect timing.” Her lip quivered, and she looked like she might cry. “Why do you hate me?” she asked, her voice breaking. I stepped closer, studying her as she trembled, that mix of defiance and vulnerability twisting something inside me. “You want honesty?” I growled, my patience wearing thin. “Fine.” Leaning in, I let my voice drop to a low, bitter whisper, laced with venom. “Just because you somehow weaseled your way into my life—even into my pants—it doesn’t mean you’ve won some kind of trophy.”

Yes, my dark, cold black heart. I am not a proud man like other Mafias who try to prove themselves as heartless and later on crumble on the floor once they get the taste of their love. It is always a story with a happy ending for them. But not for me. I never denied my feelings as I know how to control them. I came from the Psychology department. I know how our subconscious mind works and when they become heavy with our day to day work. How dreams are formed or how nightmares are. I am a person with a heart made of dark desires and plentiful sins. Instead of being proud of that I prefer to just keep it as it is. The tag of “Heartless cold billionaire” is way too overrated for me. Come on, no

For a second, I thought he might have had a change of mind about killing my baby but I was wrong. He was a selfish son of a bitch and nothing was ever going to change that. How do I get my heart to stop beating after him? It seems like my heart was yet to understand the depth of our problem with Jace. With a heavy heart, I risked a glance at the stage and my eyes flickered from the sardonic smirk on Addison's face to the look of indifference on Ian. Slowly, my eyes found Nate's and he fixed me with hate and a promise of destruction. Ophelia wasn't with them on stage but she was a part of them no less.

“The minute she started to mean something you made her disappear. Thank God you didn't kill her.” “I would never hurt Maya.” He flails his hands in the air shaking his head. “But you already did.” The tension thickens and my throat tightens. It's like waves of emotions are radiating off my body and to think that whatever he is saying is true is making me feel like needles are being driven into my skin. His eyes glimmer. “You're a heartless son of a bitch and you don't deserve that crown.” The words make shivers tingle down my spine. What does he mean?

Her words carried a poignant blend of love, apprehension, and the timeless hope for her son's well-being. With a wry smile, she lamented, "It's almost as if every girl is more fascinated by the digits in my son's bank account than by him. Aakriti followed the same pattern. One of these days, she'll surely earn herself a mother's curse. He, who was once such a compassionate soul, has been transformed into someone with a heart of stone. Day and night, he buries himself in work, oblivious to the toll it's taking on his own health."

His eyes were cold, his jaw was sharp no doubt a master piece had shaped him, I felt like, I had die and gone to heaven, I mean what could an angel be doing here on earth? I wish he'd buy me, I blush looking down at my feet. Suddenly everyone gasp finally noticing him, he was so much taller than most of them with board shoulders. "Beastttt...." One of the council elder shuttered frightened, dropping the microphone he was holding. Beast? He is the feared Beast? but he doesn't look like a beast, all the same I don't want him buy me! In fact I wanted to run away. *Becareful of what you wished for* A voice wispered in my ear.

Keisha looked up slowly. “That’s her.” Malik nodded once. For the first time since she met him— He looked trapped. Not mysterious. Not emotionally unavailable. Trapped. And somehow that frightened Keisha more than the messages themselves. Because trapped people eventually did desperate things. Outside, morning continued brightening across the city. But inside the apartment, it still felt like night. And somewhere beneath the fear growing between them both— Keisha realized something even worse. Part of her still wanted to stay.

I ѕwіреd аwау thе tears thаt wеrе соmіng fаѕt as thе realisation thаt it was actually оvеr fіnаllу registered. Mу heart ѕhаttеrеd. I’d hореd fоr ѕоmе rеасtіоn, but hіѕ еуеѕ still remained соld and soulless. Thе Jоеl I loved wаѕ no longer here, hе vаnіѕhеd the moment hе wаlkеd оut the dооr fіvе dауѕ еаrlіеr. I couldn’t bеаr tо lооk into the соld, dаrk еуеѕ оf this іmроѕtеr a mоmеnt longer.