My Heart Was Once Yours Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her body, her mind… Her heart… When she stepped out in the corridor dressed in that tight blue dress I knew I wanted her body as well. Those large, natural breasts. That wide, full arse. Soft tummy, thick thighs, chubby cheeks, long and surprisingly slender fingers. Everything about her was so full and luscious and real. And now I have her. I own her life, her body, her mind. But not her heart. At least there is no one else that owns her heart either. If someone were to own her heart I would kill him, or her. I would torture them, rape them, kill them in the worst way possible.

Reyn said coldly, "I'd like to ask Selena Valtara from the Sanctuary of Healing—when you left me for money and status, did you ever regret it?" My face flushed red, but the life-or-death notice, still fresh in my mind, kept me composed. "Your Highness, congratulations on reclaiming your place in the Frostborne royal family. So, would you be willing to lend me three million dollars?" The hall fell into dead silence, broken only by a thunderous command, "Throw her out! From now on, I never want to see this greedy woman again!" I was unceremoniously dragged out in disgrace. What Reyn didn't know was that the heart now beating in his body belonged to me—the Heart of the Wolfkin.

I press the letter to my chest and I feel the heart thump against the paper like a reply. "I don't know your name as I write this. I don't know your face. But I know you needed a heart and I have one to give, and honestly that's a better love story than most people get. My heart is stubborn, that’s a fair warning. It beats faster when it's angry and slower when it's near lavender and it has a terrible habit of falling in love with people who don't know what to do with love. That might be my fault. Or it might just be the heart. Either way, it's yours now. So make sure you appreciate it and treat it better than I did."

When I try to withdraw my hand, he grasps it and places it over his rapidly beating heart. "Listen to this," he says with a heartbreaking tone, holding my hand firmly. "Do you hear that? Do you hear it, Isabella? I can be with ten thousand Addisons, Vivians, or even Adriana Lima herself, but only you will own my heart. It was yours from the moment our story began, and it will be yours until the day I die. And if there's an afterlife, it will still be yours. It will always be yours. Every heartbeat beneath your palm right now is for you, whether I move on with or without you."

The rain lashed against my face, cold and liberating. Downstairs, I could hear them. My mother was coddling Elena, and my father was likely on the phone trying to salvage the Grant merger. They thought I was a signature on a page. They thought they owned my heart. They didn't realize I had already sold it to the highest bidder, and the first payment was going to be their ruin. I climbed out onto the balcony, the stone slick under my palms. As I dropped to the grass below, I didn't look back at the lights of the mansion. I disappeared into the treeline, heading toward the back gate where a different life was waiting.

The kind of gentle apology you give someone before you break their heart. He didn't love me at all. The next day, I went to see Elder Lyra with red, swollen eyes. The Elder asked no questions. She calmly took out a magnificent piece of moonsilk tapestry. In the bottom right corner, there was a tiny, barely noticeable flaw. Elder Lyra picked up a pair of silver scissors from the table and, without hesitation, sliced the entire tapestry in half. "Elder!" I jumped up in horror. "A single flaw can ruin the whole cloth," she said, tossing the scissors aside. Her gaze was as sharp as a blade, piercing my soul.

I saw myself, in a beautiful dress, about to marry a man I had chosen with my whole clear mind and my whole healed heart. "Oh," Jade said softly, from the bench. Ashley stirred against her chest, made a small sound, settled again. "Oh, Monica." I looked at myself for a long moment. Two years ago I had been sitting in an office signing divorce papers with hands that wouldn't stop shaking. A year ago I had been a woman who slept with one eye open, who trusted almost no one, who had built a fortress out of independence because independence was the only thing that had never betrayed her.

"Fine I will try but at my own convenience. What's the name of the book and where do I read it?" "Shattered Hearts by Micaela Alvarado. It's on A****n, it's the #1 best selling book so far" he answered. "This book better meets my expectations" I said tapping my fingers on the table. "Trust me it will" he replied smiling and then he checked his wristwatch, "I think is time for me to leave. We'll get in touch when I arrive there". "Alright, safe trip. Greetings to my goddaughter and godson and then to their beautiful mom who got married to an ugly jerk like you" I teased and his nostrils flares up.

Jordan said, causing everyone to laugh, as Brooklyn went ahead to switch off the lights. Just then, the movie began, and Micheal wrapped his arm on my shoulder as my back rested on his body. Ha. I hope this moment is going to last forever and ever. I never want this peace to end. … Author Tina Nwuba: “And this is it, readers. We have come to the end of, “Don't Break My Heart”. Don't forget to check out my other books. And thanks for all your support”.

Thanks to all of you who read this book to the very end. Novel may not remember anything, but her heart knows she belongs to Alexei. Love is beautiful, and I hope each of you finds a love that fills your heart with happiness—a love your heart can recognize even when your mind cannot. Thank you all for your support. You can also check out my other book, I'm Your Brother's Wife, Dear Ace. Thank you! 😊