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It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

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Lucien. I had loved him in a reckless way only a girl who has not yet been shattered knows how to love. I had given him pieces of myself without measuring the cost, believing devotion alone could make something last. But love, I learned, is not always enough to save two people walking in different shadows. What followed was not just heartbreak, but survival. There was a time I almost did not survive at all. I remember the cold most vividly, how it seeped into my bones while the world blurred around me, how breathing felt like dragging air through shattered glass.

Her eyes darted around the room, landing on the bed where I had slept a few hours ago, walking over to the bed, and emptying the whole bottle of whiskey on it. “I can smell you, you little copycat. Even under all that scent Kieran tries to drown you in.” She sets the glass down with clinched face, like she doesn’t want the scent of anything on her. She enters the closet walking to the bookshelf, directly running all her hands on his coat,and that makes my Omega growl, “do you think he loves you?” She laughs, a dry hollow sound that makes goosebumps rise on my skin. “He is a collector of broken things, Ma cherie, he has a saviour complex you can say that too. Once you're fixed, he'll find a n

About the hell I'd lived through for the last seven years. But when I started getting into the darker stuff, he just shook his head. "You've been through enough," he said. "Let me make the future easier." And slowly… I started to believe him. The pain, the betrayal, Dora's cold little voice. They all began to fade, just a little. Then one afternoon, my phone rang. It was Fiona. I almost didn't answer, but something in me said pick it up. "Catrina," she said, voice trembling. "Please… Luca...he's not doing well. He's hurt. Please come. And Dora… Dora needs you."

The man who had always indulged her did not let go this time, "I want to listen now." Men, sometimes they also want to throw a little tantrum. People were all dragged into the water, and now they are being reserved. Isn't it a bit excessive, Charlotte? And it's a novel, not their content, what's there to be afraid of! After brainwashing herself, Charlotte finally blurted out to complete the story: "Afterwards, they embraced each other and did what they loved to do." "What was the thing you loved doing?" "..." Leandro, don't you really think you were a bit excessive?

"I never assume you will do anything against me for your own self-interest. You aren't that type of woman. I have known you long enough to know you make decisions based on me and my reaction." I stare at the coffee table as I suck on my tongue. "I started reading books when I was twelve to escape the reality I lived. I dreamed of falling in love and the perfect proposal. The perfect wedding. The perfect husband. A place where you feel safe even if you don't have a roof over your head."

But tonight had changed everything. This wasn’t just about marriage anymore. This was about building something that could heal him. And maybe, just maybe, heal me too. Because the truth was—I hadn’t let myself love anyone in a long time. Love was dangerous in our world. It was leverage enemies could exploit. I’d closed myself off, convinced that attachment was weakness. But Noah… Noah was undoing me piece by piece. The next morning, I woke before him. He was still curled on his side, one hand gripping the blanket like it was a lifeline. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, but his breathing was steady.

“He never loved me. Never told me he loves me. Now, I feel nothing for him. I never thought I’d ever fall out of love. I honestly never understood how such a thing could happen if you love someone with all your heart, but I get it now. He broke something inside me after all this time, and now I’m just numb.” “I’m sorry this happened to you,” She whispered. “Go be free and happy, and don’t be afraid to love again, Saraphina. Someone out there is going to love you as much and as hard as you love them; just be patient. Promise me you won’t be afraid to find love again.” “I promise.” I wipe my eyes as tears begin to run. I wrap her in a final hug, knowing that this is probably going to

And that was more than enough. “Love doesn’t follow rules. It breaks them. Bends them. And when it’s real, it rewrites everything.” Author’s Note: To every reader who picked up this story, Thank You. Thank you for giving me the chance to explore an unfamiliar path, to dive into a world of complex bonds, taboo desires, and deep emotional healing. This storyline pushed me as a writer. It challenged my comfort zone in the best possible way, and your support gave me the courage to keep going.