Reclaiming Her Heart Novels & Stories

her hand gripped the handle of the teacup, ignoring the burning hot temperature of the cup, it was as if she was so focused on how cold her heart had been. “I tried to move on, really. I moved away and got into a different school. I believed that if I would never see the both of you ever again, I will be able to heal, but then this damned heart just can’t stop beating for a wretched man like him. I plotted for revenge. I went to get wasted and coincidentally saw him there, wasted as fuck that he can’t even recall where he was. But even with that groggy state, he could still recall that you are his girlfriend. The time that you rejected his advances for sex, I was the one he used.” Unconsciou

Not for her. "No. I won't." "That's what you all say. You say that you'll love me unconditionally up until we're alone. Then you turn into your true selves. Not saying that everyone's like that but the men I've been with. One in particular." "Bowman," she turned around, her eyes meeting mine. "You ran from him. You ran because he hurt you," she squatted down and sat down on the floor, covering her face with her hands. I walked over and squatted down right in front of her. "Baby, I'm not like him. Sure to people that deserve it. Not to you. You're Aella. The girl I've wanted for years. You're mine. You always were. But fate didn't bring us back together up until now," she took my right hand i

“ Please, just give me a chance to fix us. I already forgive you for what you did at that bar. I'm sorry for cancelling our wedding. Just please don't ignore me. “ She sounded so desperate while looking at Travis. But he just looked at her like he didn't care what she said, even if she kneeled down to him. “ Remove your hand,” he said, looking away. His gaze went on me, and I pretended that I was doing something. “ Why can't you listen to me, Travis? I'm doing everything I can just to catch things up with you, but you kept pushing me away. Why? I am willing to do everything just to get you back. Just please come back to me,” she hugged him, but Travis removed her hands from around his waist.

I could get used to this forever. She was an addiction I couldn’t get over. Why did she have to be Philippe Bardot’s daughter? Yet I couldn’t let her go. Her lips trembled, and she calmed down, snuggling closer into my warmth. It was what I had been craving since the moment I met her. I had to guard my heart, or I would surely end up falling for the enemy’s daughter. I would surely start that from tomorrow. I would figure out my enmity, my revenge, and my plans from tomorrow.

she cried “You're here” The crack in her voice, the tears in her eyes, the pain in her face—I wanted to take it away, all of it. I wanted to hug her so tight to myself, to take her to somewhere safe and keep her there forever. I wanted to start over again, with her in my life. I managed a half smile “I'm here.” Tears slid down her face. Sad tears. “You left me. You le...” I tried to pull her closer to me but she flinched away, the same way I had done in Dallas. “You hate me” she choked on a sob.

Ground that still remembered her footprints. She moved toward the front window, fingers parting the blinds just enough to peer outside before immediately stepping back, scolding herself under her breath. She wasn’t some teenager waiting on a date, heart racing over a boy who might not show up. She was a mother. A grown woman. A woman who had survived heartbreak, fear, and loneliness—and rebuilt her life piece by careful piece, brick by brick. And yet her heart still refused to slow, still beat like it remembered him. Like it didn’t care how much time had passed.

You have more skill than this. “Thanks. I just wanted everyone to take a moment and give me your undivided attention. I promise it will only take a second, and then you can all go back to your jobs.” I sound brighter than I feel and that ability to act my way out of everything moves in and expertly seeps into my persona. She’s still in there. Months of suffering and rebuilding myself because of this man and one little betrayal brings her back in all her glory. I have suffered the death of her heart all over again. I feel nothing in the space it was beating anymore, but the queen has found her crown.

Add it to the Evidence folder. And I respond: Everything's fine, Mom. Just busy with work. Talk soon. Vague. Reassuring. Non-committal. I'm learning to play their game. But I'm playing to win this time. Not to be loved. Not to be accepted. Not to be the good daughter. I'm playing to survive. And in four months, I'm walking away with enough money to never play again. I set my phone aside and close my eyes. Tomorrow, I start protecting myself. Tomorrow, I start building the evidence. Tomorrow, I start the careful, strategic process of reclaiming my life.

"I need you here, body and soul. I don't enjoy sharing." "No, please, it's not like that," she pleaded, her body trembling with emotion. "I wasn't thinking about him, I was just... hurt, and..." Her words trailed off as my eyes met hers, my anger softening as I gazed deep down at her, looking beyond her face and into her soul. Immediately, I met her lips hungrily again. I wanted her to forget, I wanted to take away the pain and remove entirely the dark place in her heart.

Is she broken? “You think that I give a damn about some sparks, Wyatt? I fell in love with you before the sparks. I didn’t give in to the sparks, and I still fell for you. I fell for your heart. I fell for the way you made me laugh. The way you cared for me, for my feelings. For my daughter, who is just as much your daughter," she pinned me beneath an icy gaze, "I fell in love with your dedication for your pack. I fell for everything that made you, you. None of that has changed just because I can’t feel the sparks anymore,” she muttered, her fresh tears glistening from the light of the moon shining through the window. She’d honestly left me speechless. I didn’t know what to say or how to res