Romance Heartbreak Books Novels & Stories

Maybe Cornwall would help me forget him. Maybe distance would heal my broken heart. But deep down… I knew this wasn’t over. Not even close. Because Stephen Brock had destroyed me. And one day… I was going to destroy him too.

Back then, the love story between a third-year finance prodigy and a first-year literature beauty had been blazing and intense. Shane had poured all the romance a student could muster into courting me, writing no fewer than ten thousand handwritten love letters. He proposed the moment I graduated and transferred shares of his startup to me outright. Those first five sweet years turned into endless bitterness the year Fleur returned from abroad with an entire box of letters. Only then did I realize every love letter he had written me was a copy of the ones he had once written her—only the name had been changed. With the current public opinion raging, his words about "having a baby" were hardl

Either answer was unbearable. Rain suddenly started pouring from the sky again, and Zane finally pulled back from the kiss. He slowly lifted his head. Just before our eyes could meet, I stumbled backward and ran into the rain. On the way home, I bought myself a birthday cake and held it tightly against my chest. As soon as I got through my front door, I didn't even have the strength to open the box before collapsing to the floor with a thud. The delicate cake was smashed on impact, and with my body burning up and my head dizzy, I couldn't even crawl to my bed.

She wrote of peace, air that no longer strangled her, liberty that ached but cured too. Her words no longer screamed. They breathed finally. And when she'd done, she slammed the notebook shut and wrapped it tight around her. Light burned low, rain a murmur, and in that instant, she knew: The Blackwoods had broken her, yes but here, in this quiet room of shattered walls and frayed curtains, she was piecing herself back together. Piece by precious piece. And despite the pain inside her, despite the fire of passion and love for Harrison that burned like an everlasting flame, she no longer choked.

But still, his heart felt all warm and fuzzy . "Promise me, Anthony, you will leave her and come back to me" . When he heard the next sentence coming from her, he felt like his heart was poked with a thousand needles . The pain surged in like a dark cloud blocking all the light and happiness and gripped him from all sides . One moment he felt like he was on cloud nine and the very next all his hopes were smashed into pieces . He took a deep breath and consoled his heart like had been doing since ages . Then he held her Pinky finger with his own and said -

she said. The room seemed to dim. What does she mean by that…what kind of fire is she talking about. I shifted, lips parting slightly. “You’re saying I’m going to burn?” I asked. She hesitated, then looked me dead in the eyes. “You will be betrayed by someone you once loved. Their love will become obsession. And their obsession… will turn into fire. That fire will destroy you. Physically.” I blinked. “Physically, like emotionally?” I questioned.

“You can’t shoulder the blame, so you're just trying to put the fault on someone else. Good thing Nellana isn’t here to see the woman you’ve become.” “You don’t mean that…” I whispered, a single tear falling from my eye. He shrugged. “I'm done talking.” He turned around and hurried upstairs. I fell to the ground as I broke down in tears, my own words echoing in my ears. ‘Even if it’s going to be heartbreaking with Ethan, I’d take all the pain…’ Could I actually do it, because right now I felt like giving up. Bryce had said something right after all. What was the point of all of this if he didn’t love me anymore?

“You’ve been emotionally hijacked by a lemon tart, and Karissah’s on her third situationship of the year.” I smile. “Okay. I’ll come. But you better buy me a drink.” “Done.” We sit in silence for a second. That warm kind of quiet only real friends can hold. “Thanks for letting me rant,” I say. “I didn’t realize how much I needed to.” “I’m always here,” she says. “Even if you just want to scream about pastry choices and unresolved romantic trauma.” “Why does it still feel like it’s not over?” I whisper. “Why does it feel like the door never actually closed?”

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.

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