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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.

“While you try to lie to everyone that you’re calm and fine, there’s something inside you raging and burning, I don’t know exactly what it is but you make your soul a prisoner to successive waves of anger in secret.” I rubbed gently over his heart while watching the fading of his eyes that observed me with an obsession that didn’t let him blink. “You describe me well, Preciosa, you truly are precious.” He sighed in suffocation with the feeling of pain in his heart. “Your effect on it is extremely violent.” With innocent foolishness I followed him with the question, my eyes shining because of the chaotic emotions that swept through me. “Who? Do you mean your heart?” He turned onto his side to

“⁠And⁠ with everything​ goi‍ng on wit⁠h y‌our best friend…​ it’s been a lo⁠t.” J​essica opened the box‍. I​ns⁠id‍e‍ was a delicate‍ diam⁠o‍nd n​ecklace—thin wh​ite-gold ch​ain, the pendant small but flawless, catchi‌ng t‌he‍ kitchen‍ light with every slight movement. It wasn’t loud or show​y. It was c​areful‌.​ Intentional. She smiled despit​e her‌self. “Try‍i‍ng to bribe‌ me​ to f‌orge‍t what you did?”

CHAPTER ONE Two sleek black sports cars pulled up in front of Pizzeria Da Laura. Two guards swiftly exited the first car, with one opening the door for a young, handsome man dressed in a black suit. His expression was unreadable, and he seems to be emitting a powerful aura. The man is none other than Richard Roberts, the third offspring of the third wealthiest clan in California. A charming, fair lady emerged from the other side of the car and rushed towards him, intertwining her hands with his and giving him a peck.

"There's three hundred thousand on this card. No PIN needed. Two hundred thousand to pay you back, and another hundred thousand for interest. For the last decade." I paused, then added, "Thank you. When I found out, I was really touched." Finally reacting, Jessica hurriedly waved her hands in protest. "No, you don't have to. Just think of it as…" I cut her off, "Debts need to be repaid. As for my gratitude? If you ever need me, I'll do whatever it takes to help." I pushed the card into her hand before she could object again. Jessica pursed her lips as she held the card helplessly, then said hoarsely, "Seb, we…"

They no longer felt human emotions. I couldn't tell if Magnus' treatment of me came from fear of the drug inside him, or from some genuine desire to care for me. How did I become so hesitant, so unsure of myself? Maybe it was because I had never really known love. When I was young, Anya had been gravely ill. My parents poured every bit of their hearts into her, and to them, I was just the extra, the one they could overlook. Perhaps that was why, later, I gave my whole heart to Victor just for the smallest bit of kindness. And now with Magnus, love was still my greatest weakness.

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I was shocked and somehow a little afraid. "Are you serious!" I asked in nearly a scream. "Oh my God!" Becky's voice came from behind. I turned and looked at her, she was standing next to Lizzy and Cooper, they were all dressed up nicely and looked great. "Stacey." Roy called. I turned and looked at the ring, my hands were slightly trembling. "I'm dead serious about being in love with you. I really do love you a lot, I have actually loved you for a long time now. To me you are the only woman I see," he said as I frowned.

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The ballroom glittered with a thousand golden lights, each crystal chandelier reflecting the wealth and power of the people beneath them. Cassandra Blake smoothed the silver satin of her gown, the fabric soft against her palm, a reminder to keep her mask in place. In this room, a smile was currency, and hers had been perfected through years of necessity.