Precious Hearts Romance Novels & Stories

Standing there with a ring on my finger and a husband who had kissed me like a responsibility rather than a choice, I understood the truth— I had walked into this willingly. Damian Hayes had not. And whatever came next wouldn’t be built on romance. Only resilience.

The heart-shaped envelope on the kitchen table had been worn into a tiny, frayed heart. The paper, close up, was older than the house, with browned edges and on the verge of cracking at the touch of an outraged finger. Even the ink had a sheen of despondency — careful, slow hand of a man writing half-heartedly to console himself against horror he couldn't put into words.

Not because tradition said I shouldn't, but because I wanted to, entirely, without qualification. "Tomorrow," I said, "I'm not marrying the man who built marble floors." "No," he agreed, his voice rough. "You're marrying whoever's left after everything else burned down." "That's the one I want," I said. "That's the only one I ever actually wanted." He kissed my forehead, softly, and for a long moment we just stood together in the quiet kitchen, two people who had broken each other and rebuilt something entirely different from the wreckage, something neither marble nor perfect, something real.

Alex will accompany her to sit on the beach and listen to all her complaints. Precious then raised her head and look closely at Alex. Alex remain silent but his heart skipped a beat again. Then slowly precious approaches Alex, closer and closer the two eyes were widely open and didn’t blink for a seconds and Alex was so tensed finally precious started kissing Alex, it took longer than anyone could expect .

Two years ago, Purple Hearts—the sole heiress to Hearts of Jewels, one of the world’s most lucrative luxury conglomerates—walked down the aisle to marry Alex Hawthorne, a man whose reputation preceded him like a storm cloud. Cold-hearted, reckless, and a notorious playboy spoiled by generational wealth, he was everything her family warned her against. But Purple saw none of it.

He murmured respectfully, bowing his head like the other man. “What you asked for, is here sir.” The man said as he opened the box, revealing a piece of necklace that took the remaining air right out of my lungs. Whoa! It's so beautiful! Too much that it even made Damien’s 'True Love' look like a cheap toy. A masterpiece of vintage craftsmanship, a delicate cascade of rare, brilliant pear-cut diamonds that caught the low amber light and spun it into pure magic. "This extraordinary piece is called 'First Love,'" the host described softly, his eyes were shining with professional pride.

"Yes. We promise to face problems together, right? We're no longer hiding or running away, Adam." Little by little, pride removed the burden from Adam's heart. While lifting the corners of his lips, he reached for Amber’s fingers. "You are the most amazing woman I ever known, Precious," he whispered before landing a kiss on her thumb. "Is that a seduction so I don't get jealous?" Amber replied with a meaningful smile. After a snort of laughter, Adam shook his head. "You are my number one woman. Why be jealous? Now, will you help me deal with this woman?"

He knew what they would sense. Jace appeared a second later, stepping off the porch of the packhouse, his sharp blue eyes scanning me from head to toe. Relief flickered in his gaze. Then it was gone. Replaced by something colder. “Elena,” he said, his voice controlled. “You’re back.” I nodded, but my throat was too tight to speak. His eyes flicked to Kael, then back to me. “What happened?” Kael hesitated, but I beat him to it. “We found the Heartstone.”

I opened the envelope and inside is a carnation paper. "It says, Thank you for your time touring me around the Montromey Kingdom and sorry for leaving saying no words and bid goodbye. I wish to see you again one day to formally apologize, anyway that poem you said is something that bothers me. I didn't know either I know that poem or did I read somewhere that is why I felt chilled for a moment in shock the moment you recited it. The beauty of the sky is unparalleled like you that is unmatched by anyone. The twinkling of the star, the light of the moon, the rising and setting of the sun, the dancing of the clouds in the sky. It gives irresistible beauty just like you gives joy and happiness,

I want to be forever trapped in the cage of this man's love who is now sitting in front of me and looking at me as if I am the most precious thing in the world. *****