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I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands clutched tightly in my lap as if holding them together could somehow hold my entire world together. My heart felt raw, scraped open from the scene downstairs. I could still see Isabella draped over him… still hear her weak, pitiful voice… I still see Frederick’s expressionless, unreadable face as he holds her steady. It hurt. God, it hurt more than I ever imagined anything could.

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I doubled over, gasping, my wolf howling in agony inside my mind as the mate bond tugged at my chest, “He loves you,” she cried. “He's supposed to love you. How could he do this? How could he betray us?” I gripped the edge of the car seat, trying to breathe through the torture. “So what if he loves me?” I thought back bitterly. “Time wears down even the strongest feelings. When life grows dull and routine, even if the heart stays loyal, the body seeks warmth elsewhere.” Blake and Lydia disappeared inside. The door closed behind them. I sat there, clutching my chest, watching the light turn on in an upstairs window.

“Nor have I. From the day we met, something had pulled me towards you. And it still does. Every time I’m near you, I lose my mind. That was why I used to spend my nights drinking at the club. I didn’t want to hurt you, Sydney.” I nodded, pulled him closer. “I know. Let’s forget the past and start afresh.” He rested his face on my neck to get a grip on his emotions. “I want to rekindle the magic. Are you still sore from your delivery?” He raised his head and looked at me. He cupped my cheek, gazing into my eyes with concern. My heart melted into a puddle. His simple question made me feel cherished. “No, I’ve healed. We can go ahead with what you have in mind!” I blushed when he raised an eyeb

Maybe I was the most undesirable woman on Earth. “Yes, I will, Anacá,” he said instead, holding out his finger to me. Shocked was an understatement compared to what I felt. Yet I pushed the ring in and it fitted perfectly, as if it was made for him. ------------------------------ This is the third book of the Reckless Hearts Series. The first two: Spark Of Love - Return With His Secret Child A Bittersweet Revenge - Fighting The Reckless Billionaire All books can be read as standalones.

CASSANDRA The pulsing between my thighs just won’t go away. It’s been there since my lesson yesterday with Rhett, along with a tingling sensation like I’ve been transformed into a bubbling can of lemon seltzer. I press my legs together as I lounge on the green velvet chaise in my room. I’m reading a book Clarisse brought me from the outside world. It’s a romance novel entitledBuilt from Stoneabout a girl who goes hiking and gets caught in a storm, only to be rescued by a rough mountain man who takes her home to his cabin where…thingshappen.

he growled, clenching his phone tightly as he wondered where Aurora got the audacity to block his number. "Here, I'll try calling her." Xavier's dread intensified as he took his phone out of his pocket. But before he could pull up Aurora's number, he was left stumped by the text displayed on his phone screen. The text read, "Consider your revenge a success. You've got seven years of my youth and a stillborn child to show for it." Xavier's eyes widened, and his breathing grew rough as he stared at the text in disbelief. Violet and Ethan inched forward as well, their faces twisted in disbelief when they read the text.

“I’d like to see you try.” He snarled. “Fine!” I hoisted my hands. “I’ll be there beside you in five minutes.” And then I continued to read. *** It’s three in the morning, yet my eyes didn’t even get tired reading her journal—Rowena’s book of confessions. Word by word and sentence by sentence, I devoured her confessions—Rowena being a Hearteater, her father being the fucking King of Hearteaters, her Hearteater baby and the fact the child’s father is a Hearteater’s mortal servant.

“He’s helping me.” “Helping?” she repeated. “Yes.” “He risked himself, he stayed, he…” “Stop.” The single word immediately shut me up. Rya stood from her seat and walked slowly toward me. “Do you want to give your heart to another man after what Desmond did to you?” My throat tightened. Desmond. Immediately memories crashed into me. Divorce. Betrayal. Blood. Pain. Screaming. Hospital lights. My baby. My fingers instinctively wrapped around my stomach.