King Two Hearts Novels & Stories

Without another word, I slipped two cards from my wallet and placed them in her palm—a platinum card and a black card. She stared at them as though they were weapons. “Hold on a minute,” she began skeptically. “You’re giving me a black card? How rich are you? Are you forgetting the basis of our marriage?” Her bluntness earned a subtle side-eye from Mr. Marcus, who had been quietly observing from a distance. “You’ll find out eventually,” I replied evenly. “Or you can simply ask about your brand-new husband. Besides, you’re married to me now. You’ll have to look the part.”

But the wolf-debt did not explain the second heartbeat. That second heartbeat had been with her since she was a young child. The flutter in her chest had come and gone for as long as she could remember. It was older than her marriage. It was older than her wedding gown. It was older than her sixteenth name-day, her tenth name-day, and the very first memories she possessed of being a little girl in her father's house at Vayne Hold. The second heartbeat under her ribs was the oldest thing she carried, whereas the wolf-debt of Doran Blackwood—by the king’s own admission—had only plagued her for the four years of her marriage. The two things were entirely different.

They swayed around as she sing the second verse I've never really know what love is But whatever it is I feel it in your kiss You waltzed in like somebody planned it all I feel right where I belong My knees are weak My heart is strong So give me your word And I'll give you all I've got No we don't have much But it sure feels like a lot So take my heart and take my hand Take my heart and take my hand Take my heart and take my hand again and again Right where we stand Areszo felt so happy for the both of them. Hades handed him a tissue to wipe his tears. Lawrence, on the other side, is watching them both dance in the middle as they look at each other. Madly and deeply in love with each other.

From two directions at once. It is like watching two small dragons learning to beat clumsy wings: they do not yet understand how to fly, but they already know they must break free of the place that binds them. Time stretches thin — every sound recedes, the colors wash away to palest grey — and all that remains is the existence of these two tiny, insistent presences. The twins. Mine and not mine at once. Two foreign hearts beating in tandem with mine, each claiming its own little territory of life.

I said then lifted my wine glass. I just wanted to get drunk and forget about everything that was happening to me. They all took their wine glasses and lifted them up. "A toast to two kind hearts." Becky whispered. If she only knew how I hated everything going on.

Then it started fluttering back to the ground when the winds carried it swiftly on my lap. I looked at the card through my bleary eyes. It was the queen of hearts. My heart skipped a beat. It went silent for a fraction of a second before the pounding ravaged me internally. Kian sat on his one knee in front of me. Slowly, I lifted my gaze at him. His eyes were fixed on the queen of hearts before they trailed from my lap to my chest to my lips and then into my eyes. Something lethal lurked in his eyes. There was something on his face I have never seen before. A subtle smile.

As if attempting to recall the sensation of being complete. Beyond the boardroom, the workplace thrummed with normal activity. Within, two kings battled their history, their emotions, and above all, the irresistible fo rce drawing them closer.

Just an empty, hollow void. My father leaned closer. “Bianca, does Diana truly have two heartbeats?” The question dropped like a stone. Bianca hesitated, then nodded slowly. “Yes. I felt it through Kelvin’s memories. Renner was right. She has two heartbeats, one human, and the other... dormant. Sleeping.” My throat tightened. “She’s a danger,” my dad whispered. “To you. To all of us. You need to pull away. Please.”

My parents stood frozen, their expressions a mix of shock and disbelief. I walked down the aisle, my gaze fixed on Max. His expression softened, just slightly, as I reached his side. He extended his hand, and I took it, forcing myself to stand tall despite the weight of the stares around me. Max leaned toward the microphone, his voice calm and confident. “Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Mrs. Sienna Hollandale.” The room erupted into chaos—gasps, whispers, and even a few exclamations. But all I could focus on was the steady grip of Max’s hand in mine.

I looked at her grave. "I would have still accepted your decision, remember that I told you that I would always be your number one supporter. That even if the world is against you, I would be there to stand beside you, that's how much I loved you, Love." I started to get difficulty breathing as I kept sobbing, carefully caressing her grave, as if I were touching her face.