Reclaiming Her Heart Novels & Stories

Setting my heart free, I let my tears fall freely, finally releasing all the emotions I’d been holding back. “What am I supposed to believe? His first love was here, back in the picture. How am I supposed to win this?” I said to myself as my heart sank deeper. I can’t possibly stand against someone that he has known for so long. He doesn’t love her now, but what if she comes again and tries to win him over? How can I compete with that? Would I win this? Would I have to fight constantly against Trisha, Ella, and now Camille just to be with him?

"He was supposed to protect her. He promised her the same things he's been promising you. And somehow, mysteriously, she still ended up dead, and he still walked away without a single scar to show for it." "So this is revenge," I said. "Against him. Not me." "At first," Elira admitted. "I came here two years ago planning to find proof of what really happened to my sister. I got close to the household. I made myself useful, made myself liked, made myself invisible. And then you arrived, another contract bride walking into the exact same arrangement my sister walked into, and I realized I finally had a way to make Cassian understand what it feels like to lose everything."

The whispers grew louder, urging her to give in, to embrace the darkness. And yet, amidst the chaos, Elena found clarity. She wasn’t just fighting the Heart. She was fighting for herself—for the people she loved, for everything she had worked so hard to protect. She wouldn’t let the Heart consume her. She couldn’t. With a fierce cry, Elena pushed back against the Heart’s pull, drawing on every ounce of her willpower. The energy surrounding her fluctuated, twisting, before finally settling into a tense calm. The Heart’s power didn’t stop—it never would. But she had regained some measure of control.

Someone like Jonathan, who had always been used to getting his way, had probably never been rejected before. Jonathan thought that Kylie’s survival was a gift—a second chance, a redemption of sorts from fate. But the truth was, Kylie had already stopped loving him. Perhaps she had once loved him. However, over the course of repeated misunderstandings and emotional struggles, that love had long been drained away. Love, once lost, couldn’t be regained. She quit her job, applied to study abroad in Altheria, and started over. Meanwhile, Jonathan quickly moved on to another engagement. Everyone had their own fates to compromise with.

“You said your heart belongs to me now?” “Yes,” she answers breathlessly, licking her lips. And expression of trium[h and arrogance dances across her face as she slips her underneath the hem of her skirt, showing me her naked thighs and starts to finger herself. “You can have me, you can have all of my heart.” I pull my hands away. “Oh, you will give me your heart alright,” I say and turn back towards the direction where we are headed towards; the Sorceress’ home. *****

I enunciated each word distinctly as I finished off the sentence, "That great of a great catch." Having said that, I stood up to leave. Dominic stubbornly followed behind me. He then produced the silver bracelet I had thrown away from one of his pockets. It gleamed blindingly under the light. "Violet, can't you leave me with some memento? Do you really think I could ever do anything to hurt you?" His furrowed brow made him appear utterly helpless, yet I suddenly found myself at a loss for words. Was it a universal truth that men only discovered their love for ex-girlfriends after the relationship had ended?

Her tears, each time he sees them, a part of him gets broken, her tears make him want to do all in his power to cause that bright smile on her face. Her smile broke his weak dam against love, made him realize you can fall faster for the right woman, once she gets hold of your heart you have no other option than to let her in. "If that had happened, I promise on my life I would do all in my power to get her back because she so means the world to me too, I love her the way I love you."

Lucas grabs her arm as soon as she drags her heavy feet. She sniffles turning around to gaze at the hook pulling her backward. Her eyes were filled with tears, she couldn't turn around to look him in the eye. Her lips quake. “I tried….I tried to let go but….m…. my past keeps haunting me. I can't be heartsease after discovering that pervert is euphoric after inflicting my whole existence.”

I press my palm against the mirror, meeting my own gaze as I hold back the tears from falling again. “You stole my life, Lea… And now, it’s time to take it back,” I whisper, my voice trembling in rage. For the first time in three years, I feel alive. There’s no longer a place for fear in my heart, because all I could think of now is revenge. I will reclaim my place and expose her lies. I will make her pay. As I turn away from the mirror, my heart feels at ease. The maid is gone… and the wife is back.

Left you to die and came back to me. A slow, cruel satisfaction spread across his face afterward. “She came back to me. The man she actually loves.”