Novel & Cerita Queen Of A Broken Heart

"I'm sorry. I know that what I did was wrong. Can't we go back to how we used to be back then?" I looked at her and lightly shook my head. "We can never go back, Queenie Blackrose," I replied. "From the moment you posted the first photo of you and him on your Instagram account and chose to lie to me, we could never, ever go back to the past again." Misty sighed and said, "Nessie, know that trust, once broken, can never be put back together again."

Every instinct screamed not to give this woman more ammunition. She tilted her head, her smile sharpening. “No matter. Whether you remember or not, your place remains the same—beneath me.” The words landed like a brand against my skin. And though confusion and fear churned in my chest, something else rose with it—anger. Because whoever this queen was, she had been broken. Bruised. Forced into silence. Surrounded by cruelty disguised as loyalty. But me? I wasn’t built to bow. I met the woman’s gaze, my voice steady despite the tremor in my hands. “We’ll see about that.”

“When will you come back to me, Leora? When will you look at me as your mate again instead of your enemy?” Something inside the queen’s chest cracked at his words. Slowly, she turned to face him, her eyes meeting his across the vast hall. “Do you know what happens when a porcelain cup shatters?” she asked quietly. “You can gather every broken piece and glue it back together, but the cracks remain. It will never again be what it once was.” The king’s throat tightened. “Our bond was no different.” Pain flickered across his face as she continued.

I wish you had taken me with you. Her cheek throbbed, but she didn’t lift her hand to soothe it. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her break again. From this moment on, she decided, she would no longer be his pawn. She would return to the servants’ quarters. Resume her duties. Lower her head. Build walls around her heart thick enough to survive him. Behind her, guilt twisted violently inside Bruno. The sight of her tears—silent, restrained—did something ugly to his chest. He had crossed a line he never allowed anyone else to cross with him.

“He’ll promise you the world and then rip it away as soon as it’s convenient for him. He’ll leave you broken, just like he did to me.” She looked at Roy, her face a mix of shock and betrayal. “Is this true, Roy? Were you engaged to her?” He opened his mouth, but no words came out, his expression twisting in frustration and guilt. “I think that says it all,” I said, turning my back on them both. “Congratulations on your wedding, Roy. I hope it brings you as much misery as you’ve brought me.” I open my eyes from my reverie to hear the priest say “If anyone has anything to say, speak now or forever hold your peace…”

"That's not how you acted when you broke off our engagement. Now that you need me, you've come crawling back?" Vivian slapped herself across the face several times. "I didn't cherish you when I should have. I didn't know what I had until it was gone. It's all my fault. I'll do anything to make it up to you!" I scoffed. "No need, Ms. Saddler. Please leave. I already have a girlfriend. Kindly see yourself out." Seeing that Vivian remained kneeling on the floor and was unresponsive, I called for security to have her removed.

Not hesitation. It is satisfaction. “I’ll remind you now,” I murmur, stepping in close, my voice a whisper against her ear. “You said you wanted this.” She doesn’t blink. “And I meant it.” My chest tightens at her words, something dark and possessive unfurling inside me. This is the Aurora I’ve been waiting to see—the one who has been forged in the fires of suffering, who has emerged from the wreckage of her past harder, sharper. A queen in the making.

She is just being lowkey because she thinks I'm just poor and I'm not up to her standards even though I'm physically qualified. Anyway, those thoughts cheered me up even more. I even hummed along with the song playing on the stereo. If I'm not mistaken it was Maybe This Time by David Murphy. Ah, Carmelita... Carmelita... Soon you will fall into my trap. You will be the first one who will taste the revenge of a man who's been broken and hurt by your kind. I was still humming the song. I was in my best mood. And unknowingly, I did not notice a pair of eyes that were secretly and carefully checking my every move.

As lovers do. What matters is that. In the end, I fell in love with the boy who, Broke my heart. ♡♡♡THE END♡♡♡ ___

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