Love Blooms In Contracted Heart นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Heart watched her husband walk out of the door and his figure disappear before she turn her attention to the table where she put their contract. “So tiring, that wedding is my dream wedding but it's exhausting. This contract is also... What a drag,” Heart said, picking up the folder as she stand up and stretch her limbs. ‘What am I even doing with my life?’ Heart was about to go to the kitchen to take her glass to the sink when her phone suddenly rang. After seeing the caller ID, Heart's face pale.

She would do anything. "Second," Iris continued, "you'll need the buds of a certain plant. The one with red petals and a black center. The one that the red-haired woman showed you at the rogue king's palace. Heartbloom, she called it. It has the power to heal the deepest wounds, to cure poisons, to restore what has been broken." Gianna remembered those gardens, the strange and beautiful plants growing in that hidden space. She had seen Heartbloom there. She knew what it looked like.

When a flower blooms the unmerciful cannot stand still and treasure it. It drives them insane to see the flower sprout and grow with warmth and beauty so they crush it. They stomp their feet upon the flower killing it and its seed. Just like Deimos who crushed my heart. He not only crushed my heart but the seed that bloomed with hope and dreams along with it.

Put it down again. I walk to the kitchen and pour my perfectly good coffee down the sink for no reason and stand there gripping the counter and think: I cannot do this. I cannot be in love with Adrian Knight. That is not what this is. That is not what we agree to. The contract has an end date and none of this is supposed to be real. Except. Except I cannot explain that photograph. That photograph is not pretending. And anyone who looks at it for more than three seconds knows that, which is probably why it gets forty-seven thousand impressions in two hours. People recognize something real even when the people in it are still in the middle of panicking about it.

Like maybe, just maybe, what he saw was real. As the conversation continued, Damien leaned close once, pressing a soft peck against my cheek. It was quick, casual, clearly for his grandfather’s benefit. But my skin burned where his lips touched, and my heart skipped so violently I was sure they both could hear it. And when he did it again, later, as his grandfather praised us one more time, I knew I was in trouble. Because each time, no matter how much I tried to play it cool, I felt myself blush. And every time, my chest fluttered, as if my heart had forgotten that this was supposed to be a contract marriage.

Vernon had returned, looking exhausted. He was even holding a bouquet of fresh flowers. He walked toward me with no trace of guilt or remorse. "Avril, I brought you your favorite roses." Red roses represented sincere and passionate love. Right now, those flowers looked like a joke in Vernon's hands. I accepted the roses. Thinking that I was no longer angry, Vernon began to explain. "It's Peggy Cahill. She's been diagnosed with bone cancer. All she wants is to marry me.

The sight of him stirred a mix of emotions—anger, sadness, and a sense of betrayal. “Lorenzo,” I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. He glanced up briefly before returning his focus to the screen. “What is it?” I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. “We need to talk about what’s been happening between us.” He sighed, annoyance creeping into his tone. “Can’t it wait? I’m busy.” “No, it can’t wait,” I replied firmly. “You’ve already breached our marriage contract by getting Sophia pregnant. You need to acknowledge that.”

It was a sign that her consciousness was slowly fading. "Keegan," she murmured my name softly, then opened her coat. Nestled against her chest was a perfectly preserved snow lotus. "The snow lotus can mend a damaged heart. You're going to get better. From now on, you won't have to suffer anymore." That day, everyone was stunned by the sheer madness of Tasha's obsession. When my condition had been at its worst, Tasha had taken me everywhere, desperately seeking treatment. A highly respected holistic doctor once told her that my symptoms were a sign of damage to the heart, and that it would be nearly impossible to treat with ordinary medicine.

something fragile snapped inside of me, my heart beat so hard in my chest I wouldn't be surprised if it burst out Harlan's blue eyes dimmed, almost as if he was regretting pushing too far “Elion—” “A contract,” he spat, and the small, delicate thing that had bloomed in my chest when Mrs Parks told me he'd let her stay for my sake shattered. I shook my head, squeezing my eyes shut tight but no matter how much I squeezed and squeezed and squeezed.....The tears came out anyway I could hear Elion walking around the table “A temporary arrangement that serves a specific purpose and ends the moment that purpose is fulfilled” He paused and just when I thought Elion couldn't wreck me more, he proved

“Same depth, same angle, same contrast. He’s… worse.” “Don’t editorialize,” Lyra said absently. “You’re not paid to panic.” The tech made a noncommittal noise and retreated, leaving her alone with the images. She tapped the screen, cycling through views. Angled slices of his heart appeared—short axis, long axis, four-chamber, two-chamber. No matter how she looked at it, the story was the same: progressive conduction system damage. His heart was a traitor. Slow, insidious.