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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.

I closed my eyes and felt my heart clench when I saw flashbacks of her condition when he brought her out of the fire. Flashback - (When Atlas's chases Faith's car when she leaves him behind for her business dinner) I glared at her car in the distance as she drove away from me. The nerve of this girl. I huffed and ran towards my car. I quickly turned on the car engine and chased after her. I could see her black Mercedes from a distance and fastened my speed to reach her. No way am I letting her go on that business dinner on her own. The man she is having a meeting with is a fucking pervert and no way am I leaving her alone with him. No way....she is only mine to see....no one else can see her

Then my mind wanders off to Antonio words: "Is not really the matter of being a softy dumbass. I just find the story similar to what happened to you. I'm dead serious! You've got to read this book, perhaps after reading you can tell me if I was wrong or right" I don't know when my fingers has typed the title of the book and it's author and now I was at A****n Kindle page. In the page, the book cover is designed with white background and then it had a broken shaped hearts on the background with the title written in red 'Shattered Hearts' and it's author name below the cover Micaela Alvarado. Seeing this book again sent turbulence to my heart like in the afternoon when I'd seen it.

I ran along the path I came from and sought shelter in the cave I’d seen earlier. I placed down on the ground and made a fire with some sticks and stones I’d found in it to keep us warm. Reika’s clothes were bloodied and wet, so I had to take it off. I did my best not to let my eyes stay on her half body for too long. I might be someone who didn’t believe in the notion of being a gentleman, but that didn’t mean I lacked morals. Luckily, there was a blanket in the sack, so I used it to cover her and waited for the rain to stop. I tried to connect with the others, but it wasn’t working. It was as if something was blocking the signal. Some minutes later, Reika began to stir and she slowly rega

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And worse… what kind of woman hears it and feels her pulse spike instead of her pride? The city blurred past the car window now, my coffee untouched in the cup holder. Sebastian sat beside me, absorbed in something on his phone, the other hand resting casually on the armrest between us. As for me,I'm scrolling on my phone on the Good Novel App searching for my favorite novel at the moment in my library- Secret Vow of the Ruthless Billionaire by Trendsterchum Chronicles. It's a romance novel with some high-tech or a bit of sci-fi in a few early chapters but went on as usually a romance story without the sci-fi thing after about 8 chapters of high-tech intel syndicated saga. I clicked it but m

A loneliness so familiar it felt like my own. “I’m back,” he said quietly, as if confessing a sin. And something in me seventeen year old me, twenty six year old me, all the versions in between, ached with the same impossible thought: I’m glad. But I didn’t say it. Not yet. Because slow burn love is not a match struck in daylight. It is a candle protected from wind, lit again and again, until it finally becomes a hearth.

Like he was trying to confirm it. Then quietly— “…You said that before.” That hit deeper than anything else. So this time— I didn’t just answer. I reached for his hand. Placed it over my heartbeat. “Then feel it,” I said softly. He froze. “My heart doesn’t lie,” I added. Silence stretched. Then slowly— His fingers tightened slightly. Like he was grounding himself. Like he needed that proof. Dominic Vale’s POV She’s different. I can feel it. See it.

Welcome to parrrt 2, of “Heart of a Betrayed Wife!” (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠). Keep on supporting my book, my awesome readers. I joined a contest, and hopefully, I'm going to be serious with the updates of this book. So, I need your support for that to happen. Also, I welcome my newest readers. This book is book 2. Book 1 is also on this platform and is titled: “Heart of a Betrayed Wife”, like I had mentioned above.

I taste wine, strong on his tongue and it makes me lightheaded, leaving a sweet sensation spreading heat across my skin. My heart raced violently in my chest, each beat echoing the tumultuous feelings swirling inside me. The world around us faded away, leaving only the sensation of his lips moving against mine, igniting a fire within me that I haven't felt for a very long time— Kale! I pull away, our lips parting, his forehead rested against mine, and I could feel the warmth of his breath, mingling with my own. "Freckles," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, " Are you alright?"